A new age is upon us; post-reason. The past is only felt and not known. The sky isn’t real and bats are being gene-spliced with monkeys to produce unholy, un-American progeny which is all good since our nation, born out of demon seed, was no good to begin with, produced nothing of worth and can never be cleansed. I’ll give up hope when the last flower dies or the aliens come and take my head. Until then, the content of your character is how I will judge you. Your skin color and sexual orientation are absolutely the least interesting thing about you, like eye color, unless you are Elric of Melniboné (look it up). Read a book, wave the flag and don’t bother me.
Richard M. FeitCortez