I read this twice. I’m trying to comprehend. The problem, I think I comprehend absolutely perfectly but my soul doesn’t want to.
Am this close to screaming until hoarse and sweaty. Am at work so will see if I need to do this in the parking lot.
I dream sometimes of all the regressives in the world getting into a rocket ship and blasting off for some fantasy Planet B, leaving the progressives behind to clean up the mess.
And we do, and it’s terrible, but slowly the world heals.
Then the regressives realize that Planet B is too far away, and that Earth is actually faring pretty well now, and they try to come back.
When we don’t let them set foot on Earth, they promise to nuke us from space, and then there’s this standoff with them in orbit pointing a weapon at the only place that can support their progeny.
I read this twice. I’m trying to comprehend. The problem, I think I comprehend absolutely perfectly but my soul doesn’t want to. Am this close to screaming until hoarse and sweaty. Am at work so will see if I need to do this in the parking lot.
I dream sometimes of all the regressives in the world getting into a rocket ship and blasting off for some fantasy Planet B, leaving the progressives behind to clean up the mess.
And we do, and it’s terrible, but slowly the world heals.
Then the regressives realize that Planet B is too far away, and that Earth is actually faring pretty well now, and they try to come back.
When we don’t let them set foot on Earth, they promise to nuke us from space, and then there’s this standoff with them in orbit pointing a weapon at the only place that can support their progeny.