Sometimes...... sometimes I'm glad for the lake of fire that awaits them. Empty things clawing and fighting for crumbs of power and wealth will never have enough to be satisfied. They take my dignity and offer scraps in return. The American dream is a lie from the mouths of fools that are forever trapped in a box. To think on the outside means the world they've been sold will collapse.Yes, sometimes I despise their hollow blandness and...