I am feeling a constant low-key anger and exhaustion. I suppose part of the anger stems from being forced to work for survival, and thereby supporting a system I no longer believe in. I am being coerced on threat of my life, to sustain this circus of blood and destruction we call "society".

My work, when I finally am forced to re-join the work-force, will function to hold up capitalism which inevitably will destroy this planet. It matters not what I work with, because it all exists within capitalism.

The Unabomber was right in a great many things. I don't agree with the bombings, but parts of his philosophy was sound and pointed to something very real. I understand his anger.

This society needs to radically change the way we approach things. No more Trumps. No more billionaires. No more kings. And if we do away with those things, no more wars.

And if the Unabomber seems a distasteful choice of philosopher to you, Camus felt it. Thoreau felt it. Tolstoy felt it. And now I feel it. There is a great many people who have felt it. This quiet disillusionment with society, with ideologies, with institutions, with government.

The difference between me and them is: They could hide in the outskirts of society and tend their garden in relative peace while being mostly unbothered by it. I do not have that luxury, because the world is at a crossroads.

We have to choose now, what future we want because the world will not survive this course much longer. Where previous thinkers had the luxury of living on a planet that was not existentially threatened, I do not have that. There is no hiding anymore. The only option left is to stand for what we believe in.

And there are not a great many things left that I truly believe in. One of the few things I do believe in, is my hatred and contempt for society. And that hatred for what is, is in actuality a love for what could have been. When I say "society" I am not speaking of people. I am speaking of the invisible ideological structures, which is a prison for the mind.

So I do believe in my hatred. It fills me completely. I need only look at the news for it to burn white hot once again. If I had been alive at the time of Jesus, I would have been flipping tables left and right.

There is such a thing as righteous anger.