Nothing matters...

What's the rush to post? Really?

I had this lengthy piece about killing my father and the health care debate that I felt compelled to complete while mentioning several times in the piece that all I really want in this life is to be in a cave with some crayons when the big bombs finally explode.

As I've also mentioned many times before, matter is only the least valuable form of energy.

So I saved the screed and posted this piece because I'm happy and about to get a whole lot happier without any legal health care provider.

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