can't you tell?

I'm only just barely holding it together. How weak of me not to be strong, socially adept and well adjusted. How dare I be so self indulgent as to go to pieces. There will be no room for weaklings under The New Regime dictated by Globus Pax Americana. The strong will prosper and the weak shall rightly perish. If they're going to run the planet this way, I insist they provide euthanasia clinics where the weak and broken can go to exit with a bit of dignity. They shoot horses, don't they? And they could have a pet food factory right next to every euthanasia clinic. Think of the efficiency...