Siever, believe me, that’s what I’m doing. They just never, ever back down from their delusions, no matter what, even if it’s the end of the world, they just don’t care. I’m telling you, it’s like the 13th century. Madness. Heh. Quirks. My friend seems to understand that he’s wrong in his judgments, but… maybe he just hasn’t outgrown his “moment of hatred” yet? He despises a lot of things. Mostly, the government. He’s like an “anorchist.” Sort of. He used to wear a Che Guevara t-shirt and wanted to start a revolution. Now he can only criticize everything in the world.