“We’ll never be rid of them you know?”
“Can’t you see them, they’re fucking everywhere, I am surprised you haven’t noticed... They crawl. They squirm, they weasel their way into every form of existence, leaving slimy, putrid trails of their carnage across history. It’s fucking disgusting... Sure if you only look in one spot, or if you’re the kind of person to take things at face value, you can’t always see them, but dart your eyes around, muddy your focus, try to get the bigger picture, and you’ll see them. And then you won’t be able to stop seeing them.”
“You can’t be serious, in this climate, in this time, you have no idea what I am talking about. What kind of person are you? How can you not see them. The entire planet is infested.”
“Surely you can’t mean actually infested, are you seeing the little dark bug things again? Maybe we should up your anti-psychotics.”
“No you fool. I don’t need drugs. I need bug killer, for some really fucking big bugs. I need to bring a righteous fire to the scum that pollute this planet and oppress human potential.”
“You’ve been watching the news again, I told you that was bad for you, what happened to the baby goats?”
“Fuck the fucking goats, have you ever met a person who when they spoke, they instantly instilled complete understanding that the should not have made it out of the womb, let alone childhood? Have you ever known someone so revolting that you couldn’t understand how society has allowed them to continue to exist? Have you ever wondered, how bad can one human be to another before we reject them outright and deem them unfit to live in an enlightened world?”
“I can tell by your silence you know exactly the type of person I speak of, but you don’t want to admit it... I bet you’d like to see them die, maybe even suffer for their crimes, but they don’t, do they. They’re still out there, still fucking people up, still leaving slimy trails of sociopathic exploitation throughout the world. Yeah, those people. We’ve all known one or two. If I dart my eyes around I see them everywhere, it’s enough to make a person sick.”
“Maybe some people are like that yes, but it’s so few, not the whole world, and there is always the possibility that she, I mean those people, will learn to be better people.”
“Don’t you see that’s the fucking problem. ‘These people’ exist because we make excuses for them, society makes room for them to take advantage of us. And fuck, it was our complacency made them, our vanity that allows them to exist, and our ambivalence that lets them make piles of money off our blood, sweat and tears. They don’t live fully in this world, they don’t play by our rules.”
“So then, the news, you heard about Vegas?
“I was just watching the fucking game and planning a trip to Puerto Rico.”
“Politics, yeah, it seems pretty hard to get away from these days.”
“We have a person in power now that got there because we believed it wasn’t possible, there was no way we could elect such a piece of shit. But that’s because we refuse to look at ourselves. We refuse to see that we are infested too. These bad ideas, these shitty fucking memes, these systems of control we thought ourselves free from, have claws dug deep into the backbone of society. We are not all better people than our ancestors, and most are fucking insects. Now we are ruled by KING BUGMAN, filth of the earth, purveyor of human garbage, destroyer of worlds. The unwanted screaming child created out of bad decisions, and one hot, wet, night of passionate, ‘Yeah lets fuck this shit up because anything is better than what we got, right?’ No, you fucking idiots, it does get worse, you are so much worse than you could ever have imagined.”
“I need a diabolical plan and a bottle of whiskey.”
