There are a lot of dummies in this country, and a lot of dummies who listen to dummies. Perhaps one of the greatest examples of stupidity is the way people who know nothing about a particular industry - say, energy - making all sorts of crazy, senile predictions about an industry they're not even involved in.
God damn this feels good to type. One day, I'll explain what it all means. Like, after I hit $1B. Haha.
I wrote this post during a moment of intense rage. Found it in my drafts. Here you go.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I have felt the pain expressed in the song posted above these words. If memory serves correctly, Eminem penned those rhymes during rehab.
I have hit low points in my life more than once. And more than once, I have found refuge in the lyrics spit above.
I find it difficult to encapsulate the intensity of my feelings in these sentences. How do I explain the rage of a man so hellbent on brutally raping, maiming and murdering the game that he deserves an infinite life sentence?
But that begs the question of where to send such a man - or, dare I say, creature - capable of such depravity. Surely, someone - or something - that so consciously and willfully premeditates a gloriously strategic massacre - through focused and determined meditation - deserves the lowest rung in hell as an eternal prison.
Tomato, Tomato. One man's Satan is another man's Fallen Angel. To some, the love of money is the root of all evil. To others, it is the key to wretched glory.
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