Reading Suicide Notes

Of all the things the last 12 months have robbed me of, the illusion that I’m a good person might be the one I cherished best.

Oh, I’m not a bad person. But it’s becoming very weird to read suicide note after suicide note from the left and not to growl “do it already. And stop trying to take us down with you.”

How can people hate themselves so much, at such a deep and disturbing level, and keep projecting it outwards?

Years ago I realized that was at the root of their issues. It’s t...