Josh Olson

Things ARE broken. Things are ALWAYS broken.

And one day, the sun will engulf the planet and we’ll either be here to be snuffed out, or we’ll have already done the job ourselves.

Doom is built into the matrix, and you really only have two options - let it get to you, or do not let it get you.

The Utopia that drives the good among us to fight on will never come to be. We may not even get close. But it’s the struggle that makes us human and makes life worth living.

I get as homicidally enraged and as hopelessly depressed as anyone else at the state of things, and I throw up my hands constantly. The stupid outnumber us a million to one.

Thugs still rule the world.

The worst thing about the disease is not that it’s terminal, it’s that it’s us. Bill Hicks said humanity is a virus with shoes.

So you can blow your brains out over the inevitability of failure, or you can embrace whatever you find that is good and right and hopeful and temporary, and if you stave off the darkness for a minute, you’ve done your part.

And hell, you can do both.

Because while it’s true that the stupidity and ugliness of the Limbaughs will inevitably contribute to our destruction, it’s also true that Rush will one day die in a puddle of his own putrid mess, a lonely, ugly man whose millions cannot cure his self-loathing.

You may see that as hopeless, but I choose to revel in it. If the bad outnumber the good, then more of them will get it in the end. Yee ha.

The fight is rigged. You knew that when you got in the ring. The only people who give up are the ones who thought they could actually win.

I’d rather go out like Rocky than Abbie Hoffman.

/// Josh Olson