That mushroom cloud. That nuclear detonation. The destruction of the world. It freed me.

No longer was I obligated to tip-toe across that narrow path that led to “success and happiness”.

I was free to do whatever I wanted to do.

To Hell with my job in that building downtown that was surely a pile of irradiated smoldering rubble.

To Hell with my wife and family who had lashed at my back like a whip with their expectations.

My white collar didn’t need to be anymore.

The in-box, out-box, email, Blackberry, and status-symbol-disguised-as-transportation car payment were all gone.

All that mattered were the speed of my legs, the accuracy of my shot, and industriousness of my survival instinct.

Fuck you, Forbes. Fuck you, Fox and CNN news. Fuck you, politics.

My God, I was liberated.

Speaking of God, fuck you. Fuck your pages of mistranslated ideology. Fuck your fanatical followers who are just overjoyed with the opportunity to compare this shit with the Book of Revelations.

How long I’ve hoped.