Suicide is just not an option except for the sick.
My parents had me and my five younger siblings, right after fighting WW2 and Korea, and during the Cold War. I remember the Cuban Missile Crisis and my entire class laughing hysterically when the teacher assigned a theme due in a week, knowing that we would be radioactive vapor by then. I remember watching Nikita K take his shoe off, pound on the podium, and tell us that the USSR would bury us. I remember being told not to eat snow that contained radioactive Strontium 90 from H-Bomb blasts on the opposite side of the globe. I remember leisure suits, Brylcreem, and above all, the horror of Disco.
You wimps want to check out because we are running short of energy, the environment is sick, and Trump won the election. You haven't even got a good excuse for angst, let alone depression.
KaiserJeep 2.0, Neural Subnode 0010 0000 0001 0110 - 1001 0011 0011, Tertiary Adjunct to Unimatrix 0000 0000 0001
Resistance is Futile, YOU will be Assimilated.
Warning: Messages timestamped before April 1, 2016, 06:00 PST were posted by the unmodified human KaiserJeep 1.0