You too are a hopeless eventualist

The end times are near. The pressure, overbearing at times, is only lessened by the noise of a pin drop or a dangerous ski trip. We're all sweating profusely at the cost of our own sanity. Insanity can be helpful, but never the solution.

The end times are indeed near, at least for the economy and our livelihoods, as we know them. Good riddance I say, times were dark and frightening anyway, only now we have some evidence. $700 billion is a lot of money. Many will dedicate their own lives and their childrens' lives to this cost. Many will perish in the cold. I, for one, have a thick, ultra-insulating jacket with an R-value of 20. Canada is looking warmer everyday. I am imposter scumbag with treason in my heart. I will be taken to Guantanamo probably (60% chance).

I was in Houston last week, and the stench was terrible. More on that later. Currently, the skies there are dark and ominous, and the rats of Enron are still on the prowl with their slicked back hair and smart-ass attitudes. Literally and figuratively, they've brought in a hurricane, the remnants of which it has left will remain for many years. More on that later as well, but you can check this out in the meantime. From my own determination, it is a good sight that explains a lot of different things.