[I will NEVER vote in another election, EVER. Why prolong the inevitable?]
“When the Red Terror comes to pass, do you want to be buried in a mass grave, or would you prefer mass cremation?”
I prefer to die fighting, on my feet, weapon in hand. What happens to my bodily aftermath doesn’t matter.
I’m 72, my health has gone to s*** and I don’t care anymore except that my affairs are in order.
And I’m tired of hearing how the omnipotent state will grind us all under its jackbooted heel. If there’s no hope, fine.
Let’s get on with it.