Thinking about earnest political types, endless recitation of ever more tiresome truth- look, the Enlightenment failed for a reason. My impression is, approximately and for the most part, everyone's already aware of the truth. That's not the problem. Go right ahead with the recital if it makes you feel better, I suppose.
Feeling a lot better about being a warlike creature, think we're probably necessary, warlike world, full of stupid cowards. I wish I could help them, there's no helping them. On with the slaughter.
Drinking coffee, Peretz is sleeping on blankets.