WAR!

the difficult thing with making yourself known on the world wide web is that people can find you. you can never really know who's reading what and there is a tendency/desire to be more *diplomatic*, to edit yourself just in case.

fuck it, though.

it's a fucking blog, for fuck's sake.

this is my space where i'm going to be as honest as possible. i can be a sublime liar when the situation calls for it, but i hate lying. i *do* edit myself here, to an extent, because it gets more complicated when you get more readers: vocal and silent. but as much as i can, i'm writing this thing to purge my truthful world view.

i'm not here to burn bridges, but frankly there are some bridges i'm never going to want to cross. bridges that lead nowhere. and even if, some day, they lead somewhere -- i'll find another way around.

it's called "misanthropy central" for a reason. i'm sick of some of the shit i've seen. on a personal level. on a local level. on a national/global level. sometimes, i am so filled with contempt i can taste blood.