not in our stars, but in ourselves
Call me a grump, a cynic, a millennial piece of shit, a party-pooper, whatever. I probably deserve it. But this year – during which the forces of evil have triumphed across the pond, during which they’re about to triumph here – I’ve been pretty sickened by the usual flag-waving. What do we have to be proud of? What do we have to celebrate? I don’t know. I see a country going septic, and I wonder if I’ll be able to get out before it gets really bad. And then I see people my age, people having kids, people carrying on as if everything will be fine – and I wonder if I’m just too pessimistic, or if everyone else is just blind.
Anyway, back to your fireworks. Here, listen to this. Get up some Russophilia.