Death everywhere.

When I was young, I was a libertarian. Read Rand when I was 15. Fell in love. Then I got something smarter. You know. Sixteen brings wisdom you don’t get when you’re just a keening Paul. Problem I always had. You can’t dial back time to Zero.

So. Never thought you could just repeal every federal department you didn’t like. Never thought you could dial the clock back to Calvin Coolidge. But the libertarians thought you could. Why? Because they’re kind of autistic. Been reading about it. Even the women.

Worse. They don’t like us anymore. Us people. The educated, the smart ones, the unbelievably educated ones.

Yeah. We be dead. Hanging off the shelves of no account nothing.

You likin’ this dude, you big booty morons? Course you do. Nothing in life as worthwhile and gigantically great as a woman with fake buttocks.

Women used to ask if their butts were too big. Now they can’t even sit down.

Know what? I don’t care anymore. If I’d wanted a black woman, I’d have gotten myself one. That’s not racist. I just wanted an Irish one.

Bad bad bad. A trailer from an awful movie full of triggers and microaggressions, don’t you know. Like about being Irish and not Islamic. Awful.