— First, what do you think you’re going to eat? Second, where do you think you’re going to find a parcel of land that’s TRULY beyond the reach of armed mutant gangs? Third, it’s so blatantly transparent that your feigned longing for this quaint pastoral lifestyle masks a kind of vicious nostalgia for a colonial era when land could be had for nothing more than the price of militiamen to execute or displace any indigenous peoples dwelling there, or maybe you’ve imagined a happier scenario where we found an entire continent that had been conveniently left vacant. This is like that Arcade Fire song about wanting to raise your children and live off the land, skinning deer inside the Outdoor World. Deer don’t live in Outdoor World, you fucking idiot. The Occupy movement was a hoax, created to sell apps. You’re scowling and sighing at this, even as you’re buying more little hats and goggles for your Occupyvatar on your two thousand dollar phone. While your entire generation was watching Children of Men and having a group weep at the possibility that their Game Boys might run out of batteries some day, we adults have been working our asses off and getting our cyborg upgrades. Razor teeth. Infrared optic membranes. I had a second stomach installed. All it does is digest human meat. (via jchastain)

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