Overheard this morning at the Blue Tavern...
I have always wondered - when reading the demented dreams of the apocalyptic set - if they have ever considered that if everything we believe in and love is gone gone gone: then there really isn't much to live for?
People who indulge in these kinds of fantasies for real are people without much to live for in the first place. It's classic wish-fulfillment: In this world I'm a loser, but when everything falls apart, I'LL BE KING!
No. You will be the third extra from the left in Reign of Fire who gets eaten by a dragon while waiting for Christian Bale to come save you.
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