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Scribbly:
My parent’s generation had a phrase that defined them. It sums up their whole ethos. “Greed is Good.” Those three words contain the sum total of their politics. It will be the legacy that they leave behind. The rot that they put out to infect the rest of the world.

The rest of us have one too.

I thought about different ways to say this; I could use a lot of fancy words and dress up the core conceit to make it palatable, intellectual, maybe even convincing. But that wouldn’t be truthful. For us, we can sum it all up in two words:

Fuck you.

Oh, there was a time when it could have been something else.

We gave you the chance. We begged you to compromise with us. We plead with you to row back just a little bit, to just lessen the misery that you inflict on the rest of us. You said no. Greed is good, right?

Well fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

You’ve made a world that wants us dead. You’ve burned our future to fuel your present. You looked us in the eye and you told us that you’d rather kill us than be inconvenienced for even a second.

Fuck you.

I can hear your mewling already. That’s not constructive. That’s not positive. That’s not helpful. That’s not going to convince anybody. At least Greed is Good contains the hope that there is something good to come, right?

Fuck you.

There’s nothing good in this world.

Nothing will ever be good again.

But I’ve still got spite, so.

Fuck you.

You want me to die?

Fuck you.

I will live long enough to make sure that your grave is soaked in piss. It won't change anything, but it'll make me smile.

Fuck you.

Or kill me.

altered:
Nothing to add.

Welcome to the Outer Dark.

Scribbly:
It'd be cold, if the rage wasn't so hot.

Doktor Howl:
I approve of this new generation.

Anna Mae Bollocks:
Yes, somebody's finally getting things right.

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