I Hate Everyone
Some stupid Mexicans tried to steal my car last night. I can reasonably assume they were Mexicans after a few seconds of research at the US Census Bureau website regarding the demographics here. I don’t feel like linking it, figure out how to use Google yourself.
That small detail aside, I want to make a formal announcement.
I HATE YOU.
Unless I have known you personally for 10 or more years, I want you to know that I hate you. No, really. I don’t like you, and I don’t trust you.
This formerly-great country was built with a justice system based on one assumption: you are innocent until proven guilty.
Well, not in Andrew-Land. I am forever jaded. I don’t trust anyone anymore. I like nobody. I assume you want to hurt me or take my things. I hate my job because it requires that I smile and be friendly to your face when all I want to do is cut all your cables and move on like a tumbleweed blowing across the desert. I have no reason to act or believe otherwise.
I try to inject some happiness into my blog posts usually, but I don’t feel like doing that right now. All I want you to know is that I hate you, everyone, with all of my being. Please, don’t ever speak to me.
Also, please die.