We Are All Going To Die

Atomic fire could incinerate us at any moment, and then poison the earth into ashes.

The rain is poisonous; the air toxic; the sea, black with oil we use to power our machines that let us use McDonalds Drive Thru.

We fight over sand and intangible ideals.

And then there's the meteor or other miscellaneous acts of God made by scientists who want to appear on the Discovery Channel.

Of all the generations in history, we have the biggest chance of ending it all. We could possibly be at the crux of time - we could fuck the planet up so much it won't work any more.

And yet we care about a sitcom star divorcing a pretty boy actor.

Anyone with a Ph.D. will tell you pop culture is lulling America to sleep.

But hey, isn't dying in your sleep the best kind of death?