Originally Posted by Frownland

Let me be frank: when I was 20 years old, I was married and had a kid. I was working long shifts at a factory job just trying to get by and it was getting rough dude. I couldn't afford food, I was getting evicted, I was absolutely ****ed. I was desperate, hungry, sleep-deprived, and delusional to the point of wanting to kill my family, both to protect them from the struggle of poverty and to protect myself from it. In a feverish rush I picked up a gun, walked across the room, pointed it at the six month old baby in the crib, and fired. I turned and shot my wife next. After that, I ****ing lost it, weeping, teardrops pouring down my cheeks. So much remorse, shouting what have I done? I pointed the gun at my head and ended it. I was just a corpse on the ground with my family. Then I went to hell where I'm at today and I was like "aaaahhhh". Btw you're all here too.

Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien

There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.