Log Forty-seven: Problem-Free
“Dead are the weak”-my newest philosophy. It employs a more entire sense of  Darwin’s “Survival of the fittest”. An almost complete display of my utter distaste for the modern “humanity” and relative indifference for a little word called suicide. Gagged and unconscious, I shoved my “hakuna matata” into a specific scenario to make understanding my nazi-surgeon way of typing semi-coherent. First-Sh[Stuff]it happens. All of the time. No circumstance is a first. Millions of people go through the same bullsh[stuff]it everyday, yet somehow, for the select few it’s the end of the world that ends with a revolver to the uvula while for everyone else, life goes on. According to me, those who can’t handle the social hierarchy of the humane animal kingdom, were never fit to survive. As far as I’m concerned my theory is invincible in every hypothetical and historical setting. Please talk to me if you find a flaw.