[who knows what evil?]

The country is going down so fast, I am starting to look forward to death...

[Hoodat]

I know what you mean. I feel like the old man in the movie Waterworld whose job it was to live on a raft floating inside the hold of an oil tanker and track the level of the oil remaining. At some point, a lit match was accidentally dropped into the hold. As the old man watches the flaming stick descend down to the oil's surface knowing it will result in his fiery demise, he exclaims, "Thank God!"