There's A Reason The Third

There Were People Whom I Considered Friends Or Loved Ones Who Either Abandoned Me Or Betrayed Me In Ways I'd Never Have Suspected. But There Were Others Who Had Been Barely Acquaintances Of Mine Whose Loyalty And Efforts On My Behalf Made Me Realize That Not Everyone Was As Inherently Rotten As I'd Previously Believed. So It Caused A Violent Split In My View Of Humanity - People Turned Out To Be Far Worse And Far Better Than I'd Ever Dreamed Possible.

Society's Only Real 'progressives' Are The Deviants And Mutants. Look At Evolution - Fish Who Didn't Deviate Never Became Amphibians; Frogs Who Didn't Mutate Never Became Reptiles; Conformist Snakes Never Became Mammals , Etc. Normal Humans Will Remain Humans, And They'll Be Subjugated By The Digital Monsters Of The Next Few Millenia.

I Was Exposed To Violence While I Was Still In The Womb - My Father Punched My Mother In The Stomach While She Was Pregnant With Me.

I Certainly Didn't Emerge From Prison Regretting Anything I Ever Wrote, Nor Did I Feel Remorse For My Crime In The Least.

The Idea That The Reader Is Important Enough To Me That I'd Tailor My Words To Either Please Or Offend Them Always Seems Amusingly Alien To Me.