Vengeance against evil doesn’t make you evil. Delighting in committing a heinous act, and justifying that delight because it’s directed towards evil makes you kinda evil though. If the thought of putting someone in a woodchipper brings you joy, you’ve lost the plot. At best, against the worst people, I’d feel hollow catharsis. But the primary emotion I’d feel is grief over someone’s abandoned humanity and the fact I got pushed so far.

ಠ_ಠ Bears shouldn’t use people toilets. It ain’t right.

I wonder if it’s anything like Supply Side Jesus.

That last point is where any hope I could’ve had dies. The will of capitalism is, apparently, stronger than our will to survive. We will not stop burning fossil fuels until the people who profit off of them burn first.