Desperate Cry for Help 021

It's very difficult to just start hating people. I mean, if you are a pretty relaxed, laid back guy, like me, you just don't see where you're going to get the energy. The rage. The sense of neglected injustice.

And so, you know, you want me to hate, and I just don't know if I can be bothered.

I just want to go home, eat nachos, watch some porn, play Tetris on my portable game playin' machine, and then fall asleep after drinking precisely two-and-one-quarter cans of cider.

I mean, why have I got to be the guy, waving the flag, saying mean things about foreigners, and listening to music sung by hateful morons who probably can't even read?

It's just not right.

I just want to go to sleep, and ignore your whole hate machine, if you don't mind....

But you probably do...

You hateful bastard.