This is not very nice, but it needs to be said. I have a few things to get off my chest.
Living under the American government can be likened to renting a house from a serial killer. You know he's killed a lot of people, he's a complete psychopath, he shows up every month demanding half of your money and there's nothing you can do but hope he doesn't kill you next.
I was a dissident before I even knew what the word meant. I have never grown out of it. Something about seeing infomercials at three in the morning on LSD in high school is seared into my psyche, a trauma from which my soul has yet to recover.
My relations with my family basically ended twenty years ago, when I showed them video of World Trade Center #7 collapsing on 9/11, and they did the Tom and Susan:
"Well Tom, I didn't see anything, did you?"
"No, Susan. I didn't see anything. I suppose we'd better just carry on as before."
I have berated them mercilessly ever since, even my mother, telling her "I resent having to share the planet with you worms." All this will eventually become public, being who I am, so there's no point sugar-coating it. I choked her. I don't remember, I was very drunk, but she thought she was going to die.
For a while I felt bad about it, did my amends in AA and all that. But then - ladies and gentlemen, here comes a flu virus! Time to shine! You're on house arrest! Wear a mask! Do this, do that, and did we mention our new gene therapy? Would you care to put your genetics into our hands? How does that sound?
I found that I was right all along: letting the television determine reality is absolutely catastrophic, you can't imagine anything more idiotic and cowardly.
Let me be clear. I have an opinion. I would have lined up grandmothers and mowed them down with a Gatling gun, rather than putting the world through all that torment and sacrificing so much in the way of hard-won liberties. In my youth, I became accustomed to a high degree of freedom, and I extremely resent any incursions upon it. Grannies die, that's what they do, and all this talk about saving lives - it's impossible to save a life. You can postpone death, but you cannot save a life, you can only save a soul.
My family relations are so bad that last June, the man who inseminated my mother stopped breathing (he never really lived, so he can't have died). Nobody told me until five months later, my sidekick down here in Mexico said "I think your dad died." I said, "Good riddance, he was a shit stain on the earth." If not for my friend being old and checking obits periodically, I still wouldn't even know about it.