I suppose that's racism too, my hatred of myself and all humans. I can only justify such species-ism is from the ringingly true contempt of a long and deep familiarity with the object of my disgust. Every time I'm weak, every time we are all weak, and there seems to be no prospect of improvement, I want us all swept away. This is my scariest, darkest part of me, the part of me that stares into the nuclear fireballs or into the streets clogged with putrefying bodies and says, "Good riddance. At last we're done."
Really, if I live to see the technology, I'm getting out of the stupid ape suit as fast as I can. Human has too many Pat Robertsons and not enough Gandhis, I want no part of them any more.
But mostly I just ignore it and keep myself distracted.
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