Dang it, I said I wasn't going to cry over robots any more.
"...And somewhere out there in the stars, a keen-eyed lookout spied a flicking light. (Our last hurrah.)
And when they found our shadows, Curled 'round our TV sets, They ran down every lead, They repeated every test:
They checked out all the data on their list; And then The alien anthropologists Admitted they were still perplexed But on eliminating every other reason For our sad demise They logged the only explanation left:
"This species has AMUSED itself to death."
No tears to cry, no feelings left: This species has amused itself to death."
Those lyrics were written by a man who could see where the foolishness of the modern era would inevitably lead. The gifts of God are without repentance.
This means that even a "pinko commie" still has the talents they were given.
This also means that even the "pinko commies" are not beyond saving. Never give up red-pilling the lost children of our generations.
"Death comes to us all, and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens' claws." - Jim Morrison
Newsflash, Barbs: "Wishing" doesn't ACTUALLY kill people. FYI.
Here, listen to this song: if I said it's help, I'd be lying...but sometimes it's WORTH it to be sad for the right reasons.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SumgbxvEV04