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guy in a wheelchair that spends his time daydreaming about outer space?
         That motherfucker better get a bulletproof bubble he can cruise around with that wheelchair in.
         He’d better have a bunker in his basement a mile underground with fifty years worth of food stashed away.   And someone that’s willing to help him piss and shit in exchange for food and shelter.   And even then, what’s to keep that person from letting good old Steve starve and rot in his own filth?
         The elemental goodness inherent in humanity?
         The natural tendency of people to “Do unto others” as they would have done unto them?
         Fuck that.
         You want to talk about the fundamental kindness of people, talk to a policeman, or someone that works at a home for children that have been physically or sexually abused, or someone that works at a rape-crisis center, or battered woman’s shelter.
         Or someone that works with drug addicts.
         Yeah.   There are some real winners.
         You know the difference between an alcoholic and a heroin addic t?   An alcoholic will steal your wallet.   A junkie will steal your wallet and then help you look for it.
         The irony is that after the fall, these human pieces of shit, they’ll be the ones that will take you out.
         All of those guys that you laughed at because they weren’t as smart as you were and had to take remedial classes?
         They will drag you kicking and screaming out from under the rock you’ve crawled under with your family and bash your head to a pulp while they fuck your wife and children and rifle through your pockets.
         You don’t think that some drug-addled asshole has what it takes to live in the brave new world waiting just around the corner?
         So close that the news reads like an advertisement for armageddon?
         So close that you can smell stale blood and the smoke of burning bodies and buildings in your dreams?
         You realize the amount of effort it takes to live a lie?
         To continually pretend that you’re something other than what you are so you can take advantage of people?
         They are the cockroaches of humanity.
         They’re not invincible.   But they’re a lot more prepared for the collapse of society than you are.
         They know how to survive.
         How to lie and cheat and steal and remorselessly take advantage of others.
         How to do whatever it takes to perpetuate the empire of the self.
         When the police stop showing up for work and the military is too overwhelmed trying to keep their shit together and everyone stays home to try to protect their homes and families instead of yours.
         Those addicts that you turn your nose up at and make that sour milk face?
         Those drug- damaged brain-tumors of society?
         They’ll know just what to do.
         They’ll rape you and kill you and eat you.
         Not necessarily in that order.
         Not that I’m in any position to judge, but at least I’m honest about it.
         I know what I am.
         I recognize my natural tendencies and I follow them.
         Addicts always act as if their addiction isn’t their fault.
         That they’re somehow not responsible for their actions.
         The government spends a significant percentage of its budget each year fueling the machinery that administers to this considerable sub-section of our society.   Throwing money at the problem and building more prisons when that doesn’t work.
         Statistical research indicates that 85% of heroin addicts that participate in Methadone Maintenance Treatment Programs return to the use of illicit substances.
         What does that tell you?
         The inability to control the yearning for drugs and alcohol is diagnosed as a medical problem.
         A psychological disorder.
         Espousing the philosophy that the