Traditionally, the best musicians last until 27.
Yet God has allowed Henry Kissinger to turn a hundred.
Henry Kissinger is practically one of the foulest humans alive today.
It makes me wonder if this isn’t actually “Earth” as we think of it scientifically, and the Simulation Hypothesis folks are correct, in a manner.
That manner is “Earth” is a plane of existence utilized for punishment, Purgatory if we’re lucky, the Graeco-Christian version of Hell if not.
No way can shit be so fucked up otherwise.
I mean, I understand good things happen, but on balance? Ewww.
I normally try and be respectful of those I disagree with and such.
But Kissinger has never made that easy for me.