I’m a bit burnt out tonight. I don’t have some grand point or story to write to you about… I’m feeling the weight of the hate.
I spent a long time looking into the abyss today. In my comments, underneath my posts about Charlie. It was war. Worse than usual. Just all around ugliness. I engaged for a good part of the day. Getting into the mud with the pigs, exposing their moves and logging some fights for my patrons in The Arena.
It can be stressful sometimes… this strange job I’ve created for myself. I have to interact with some of the lowest people humanity has to offer. People celebrating the murder of an innocent young father. Straight up getting off on the thought of us being sad about it.