We honor the dead for giving us the world we inherited. However, we must recognize we are doomed if we allow the dead to govern us.
The good people, they always die. And the bad people do, too. But the weak people, the people like me… we have inherited the Earth.
It’s in his blood, this miserable f***ing existence. My rotten, f***ing putrid genes have infected my kid’s soul. That’s my gift to my son.