I have to admit, I've been considerably happier since that childhood ruining crapitalist piece of shit turned into wormfood.
I wake up every morning, take a deep breath and go "Ah, yes, don't have to worry about Yu Gi Oh ever again"
It's just so GOOD when people who ruined my childhood die, you know?
Like, it gives me hope that maybe kids these days won't have to watch some exploitative shitty card game on tv instead of proper content that will make their lives better.
When someone like that dies, it's like seeing a rainbow, or a butterfly, you know?
It just lets you know that some things are still right with the world.
Oh man it's nice.
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.