You know that kind of **** makes my balls tingle.

I mean maybe there are better ideas for reducing population than building towns near malaria ridden swamps and encouraging the black death. I joked but Bill Gates at least had ideas that weren't monstrous.

I propose vampires. Humans have too few natural enemies and it would solve overpopulation in style

These days middle class is really cultural not economic. Bill Maher recently said it’s boiled down to not using meth. You’ve said it’s about still having your teeth. You and I might be able to sneak over to the the happier side of the equation in a Malthusian kill off. Under Gates’ plan we’re both completely ****ed: birth control in the third world and we compete with Indians in a digital economy. Dude, I’ve been to India. We’ll become the n——s and die. Write that off as vapid and emotional and then look who’s standing next to you at BK. No offense either.

I mean to be perfectly ****ing honest if you're at the point where you're advocating for killing large portions of the population then you're past the point where you can even engage in political debate with mostly anyone. Communists and anarchists are not nearly extreme enough for you. Forget Kropotkin and Bakunin, you're on a whole 'nother level they never even dreamed of. And if you still rep them as anything other than entry points into your ideology who are still ultimately useless then you haven't fully committed to your cause.

You sound like you're too afraid to commit to your cause because you know it would mean divorcing yourself from anything approaching mainstream ideology to the point of making you at least socially a conspiracy theorist.

Are you too scared to do that, OH?

You got anything other than fear mongering to back that up?

I don’t know what’s in my head. I know I have night terrors and scream bloody murder all night. I’m not holding myself to any ideology just because it made my nuts tingle. Sometimes I’m really a traditional anarchist but sometimes I just really hope there’s a nuclear war. Laugh at me and call me edge lord but the surreal absurdity of hydrogen bombs blasting away cities has a weird dreamy appeal I can’t really explain. But then other times the slightest injustice makes me cry and cry. Real big wet tears and sobbing. You know like when you’re tripping on shrooms or acid and you’re going through these cycles and every one is like connected to something you felt like ten minutes ago like a cycling loop of deja vu except with no memory attached? It’s like that. My beliefs aren’t rooted in anything or I have split personalities or something. I don’t know.

So perhaps some of what you say is vapid. Please think on this as my avatar headbutts you into next week.

Assuming you really work at Burger King and I’m not trying to dis you at all but that’s the devastation right now. It’s not an abstract fear mongering. It’s putting on a Burger King uniform. Malthus was trying to let you off easy.

Seriously? Like not joking around? Of course it’s ****ing vapid!