Pff, AKs... AKs are cool and all, and handy to have laying around loaded for small stuff, but this looks like a job for the

Ah, "the sads".

I remember a time when I could feel sadness.

It was many, many moons ago; the halcyon days of the 1980s. Reagan was President, and we all hated the commies. Men were real men, women were real women, and small, furry animals were real small, furry animals. Back in those days, a man knew where he stood with the world, and everything was simple, wonderful, and generally great.

All of this changed when the IRS attacked.

Suddenly, we found that a significant portion of our money was being robbed from us by Uncle Samuel and the State, and given to fuckers who didn't deserve it, and we were all really unhappy and miserable, and it was very uncomfortable for everyone. It was so uncomfortable, that we went to war with Iraq just to take our minds off it.

Shortly therafter, suffering from immense disillusionment with the whole "civilisation" thing, in aggregate, I gave up and moved to Africa.

This did absolutely nothing to make the situation any better, but at least the weather's nice, so I have that going for me.