I went to war. I went to father. I came, I saw, and it is all a mess. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Shitty people amuse me, people who act like human volcanoes fascinate me like fine art. Life is beautiful, and it is under attack in a manner heretofore unseen in history. I came to remind you of this, not make it worse. I might just be writing a blog. Yes, that’s all I am doing, now that I think about it.