One man’s freedom fighter is another man’s pain in the ass. And right now my ass is killing me. These neo-hippie-faux-agenda-terrorist wannabes don’t know how good they’ve got it. Three squares a day, shelter from the fallout, a warm gun. Shit, when I was their age I was slogging through radioactive sludge just trying to find all the simple things they take for granted . . . but apparently they want it all, now, without putting in the work to get it.
Every goddamn day they’re down here in the Subs blowing up innocent women and children. I guess that’s what they call work. Destructive animals is what they are. No. Animals kill out of necessity. Monsters kill for attention. I’m fucking sick of attention whores.