Being among the losers isn’t a dramatic situation. There are no winners, for fuck’s sake. If you lose, you’re ordinary. You’re not even worth thinking about.

I find comfort mostly in looking at the children working in mines in Africa. They have a terrible life. Thank God. Or news of rich people getting cancer makes me incredibly happy. For example, I was very happy when Steve Jobs died. Or Kobe Bryant, or Michael Jackson. No matter who you are, you die. And billions of people live hellish lives. When you look at it, all this is incredibly good news, but it still isn’t enough to make me happy.

So why the hell are you still having children? Fucking interesting. Honestly, if I accidentally got power, I’d definitely do worse things than Hitler. Good thing there’s no chance of me getting power. You lucky bastards, you.