So apparently there are a bunch of people who were raised to believe the world is not a cold dark place where hope is a lie and everyone you've ever known is destined to die, and if you are very lucky, you will live long enough to outlive anyone who ever cared about you.
You know, people who were coddled.
The kind of people, who if they get someone pregnant, instead of immediately going"RED ALERT! ABORTION RIGHT NOW" go "Well, all people are happy little accidents really. My parents are going to be so happy to raise my baby while nothing in my life actually changes." Or the sort of people that go "Pain meds? Sounds medically sound to me. Let's grind'em all up and snort'em, mumndaddie will pay for rehab if I pick up a pet monkey while riding this horse"
You know, the kind of people who get a master's degree in not moving out of their parent's house with a philosophy major and a minor in music journalism. The sort of folks who just magically don't starve or end up homeless when they spend months unemployed.
Man, are they ever worthless. They're all sensitive and live in a constant state of needy-butthurtfulness, while at the same time being cruel because they've been protected from pain their entire lives and have no empathy.
This is a song about death. It's on mandolin.
Hate is the first step to all solutions.
You will not end bigotry until you learn to hate it.