Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Last Days in Pompoopium and Pyroclastic Flows in Trumpaneum -OR- God, I Hate It Here

**This entry was posted February 20, 2018.**

Quite remarkable in its way ...

You mean they were that stupid that they didn't understand what and how dangerous was a VIOLENTLY erupting volcano that was suffocating them to death?

To be clear, I'm thinking of this because of this ...


I'm so angry and annoyed at being truly trapped here in this awful city. The people I meet are just horrible -- Americans are stupid and in the city, it's a hybrid of ignorance and viciousness -- and I want to leave here.

And if I have to look at 17th Street NW (between P and R Streets) one more time, I'm going to vomit. What a disgusting and worthless place -- literally a nightmare.

I just can't even go to the Safeway anymore. I hate it. The food there is garbage. Industrial-strength poison and petrochemical particle board. And the people who work there are truly HORRIBLE.

I have tried and tried, and nothing works.

As for my "date" yesterday with that sonofabitch -- let's call him "Q" -- it was a disaster, but predictably so. What a piece of shit.

I'm going to bed now. And I'm going to look into moving away from here. I despise this place and the reality that it embodies.

I hate this place, God. I have to get out of here before I die.


No comments: