I fear to death that I would ever become so $hit scared of anything that falls outside of my narrow, gloomy comfort zone that I would need to seek constant approval and reinforcement from others who share my brain numbing paranoia.
I fear that one day I would wake up and find myself the kind of person so limited in scope and foundation that any idea not supportive of the desperate pre-conceptions I cling to profoundly threatens my entire world and sense of self.
I would be afraid of only being able to feel good if those different from me appear stupid and sub-human; needing to discredit others in order to feel legitimate; and only being able to feel confident by huddling with a group of idiots exactly like my pathetic self.
I am afraid the dumb fog of ignorance that accompanies a mind stiffened and atrophied after years of being starved of the exercise of debate, the exploration of new ideas and the challenge of analyzing and rationalizing my beliefs.
I am desperately afraid of becoming so phucking stupid that I hungrily swallow up all of the ridiculous, insular drivel that supports what I want to believe, and seek to validate my prejudices by regurgitating it for the approval of my peers.
Ghosts in white sheets that drawl when they speak? Nah. I'll jam my fingers into the eye-holes in your hood and knot the phucking sheet around your neck. Your burning cross will come in handy for toasting your balls before I feed them to your dog once I let him out of your pickup truck. Nice doggy.
Registered mail? Fuuck you a$$hole. My ban notice from the moderators (sorry guys) will be on line so I don't need to be afraid of no fuucking letter. Unless you're sending me a check in return for my kind efforts to enlighten you, roll it up and stuff it up your a$$.
Oh yea - have a nice day.
