I knew about a couple of those, and a few others.

However, my life would have been better if any of those became a mass nuclear event. In fact, I used to dream of it. Of course, in my idle wonderings, I had an unrealistic propensity for surviving in a world devoid of adults, but it would have been better either way.

So...

Today, North Korea wants to join the fun. So, too, Iran thinks it would be nice to toss in some exciting activities.

Let 'em. Does Venezuela want an arsenal? How about haiti? Some little block crew with no connection to any larger infrastructure?

I stare at the wall all day and wait to die. Little things like "do you remember your first kiss" are not part of my repetoire. I... really don't see any reason to give a shit if the world sinks into active nuclear conflict - the dead probably participated.

Saw one once. Someone had a wardrobe malfunction at a pool. One. Once. I was really fucking old.

Screw these people, dude.

And then there is global warming that, if we pretend really hard, we can convince ourselves that it doesn't exist.

I oould solve that in under five years.

I... do not intend to. It is the backup in case "wait a year or two as requested then push personal NBC utilization hard" doesn't pan out.

It's a bit harder, because it might endanger nonhuman species, which are usually less evil. Buuut... it is not even remotely the leading cause of that - the use of defiling the water as a weapon of war has done much more.

So, basically... guaranteed death. And I don't really care; what the fuck did you do for me when I was a kid being hurt?

So... meh. The world could use a few more parties prone to accidentally ending an experiment which, frankly, failed. A LOT more, in fact. Come eat of the fruits you have sown. Taste of what you did to me. Watch your bloodline get snuffed out, instead of my kind getting snuffed being your entertainment.

Maybe they'll still think it's funny then, too. But I'm guessing that raging hypocracy is part of making one's joy out of people getting hurt.

In any case - I don't give a shit and my life was over long ago. Have fun in it.

I'll wait a little just to see if the world produces anything new. For entertainment. My life is wasted and done in either case. Yay. Glad you had a great time, hope you're between cities when your family dies.

It's bound to be just as good as the last entertainment. Only with a smaller casualty and fatality count due to the lack of turnover.

There's just no reason to value life, frankly. Mine, anyone else's, anything. And now they're all sad because they fear for their ass, but when I was a kid (by which time I had already learned most of what I know about the universe; people hurt me to make me stop reading when I was very, very little and it mostly worked), hurting me was fine. And every day thereafter, hurting me was fine. So... have some stuff that's fine; better, even, since the great game of hurting people stops.

I'll wait a year or two to see if anything interesting happens. Unless you're really, really good at altering the past, my life is fucking ended in either case.

A world in which extermination camps are okay needs a more equalitarian sort of holocaust.