Metalocalypse said it the best. Fuck Fate. Here in the steel jungle, laws of the jungle reign, and might is right, whether anybody likes it or not.
Post mortem white seplechur views of some type of epoch or arma-goddamned-geddon is so overrated any fuckin ways, and regardless of how
definite Christians are of their hatha toilet seat meditations on meggiddo, the end in the truest sense is not definable. No, I'm not following the ISIS terror views for some type of recruitment, but like metallica wrote, carpe diem. Our future is our own and the sadistic sky bastard is not in charge the way they say. He just vouyers over earth and sticks his finger in every now and again and leaves. Only the ones who thrive off the need to be coddled their whole lives search for their sky god and his directions. It's debatable, and if I were in war with them I'd use a fucking broad axe.
For many this is still a very big fucking wall of feces and pestilence to ever get over, and is a process. Don't kick yourself, hindsight is less than 20/20. We all have to catch up at one time or another.
