I tried to find a gracious way to deal with the end of the world.
Adult "role models" just said, "Don't be so damn selfish all the time," and told me to volunteer my youthful and therefore creepy energy to
some bogus non-profit org that their close personal friend makes $1.5M running. "They badly need fresh faces to wear their organization's tee shirts with their logo and colors, and be out posing for pictures pretending to give a shit about all the starving dying people," they said.
Popular self-help books only told me the kind of thing everybody already knows: a picture of Steve Forbes with the caption: "Whatever this asshole says, do the opposite." Or a picture of Lawrence Kudlow saying, "If you didn't do the diametric opposite of everything this slimeball said, then you deserve what you got."
I even toyed with a religion that teaches you to always be honest and honorable and to build up great trust -- until, at Christmas, they told us why: "So that one day, you can royally rip EVERYBODY the fuck
off -- for everything. Screw everybody real good."
But, in the end, there's really only one solution where you don't wind up in a room full of kidnapped 3rd-world 10 year olds playing video games that are actually fighting actual World War 4, 6, 8, or 13...
SOL UTIO NS!
Title: Suicide Club (Jisatsu Circle)
Date: 2002
Time: 99 minutes
Director: Sion Sono
Cast:
Mai Hosho
Takashi Nomura
Rolly
Yoko Kamon
Kimiko Yo
Hideo Sako
Akaji Maro
Ryo Ishibashi
Masatoshi Nagase
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