man, in the days of human proofreaders they'd be fired for the shoddy work computers do today to save money and screw the reader and author. have people just got so resigned to shit quality and planned obsolesence and perpetual war they just give up? then why read the book?

the quality of life goes down and down with progress. reading a modern history of animals on the cheapass imprint bloomsbury bought to save money and screw their readers, getting irater and irater at the astounding number of typos and i wanna holler at em in perfect motherfucking english with zero typos and several exclamation marks.
i mean, you can do that shit in a blog if you want to. it's free, unlike bloomsbury. buried blooms, buried in typos.

it's the age of plastic. plastic is in everything, even our bodies, it's changing us, making us retarded and infertile and dead and it will never go away. even though they say there's a miracle bacterium that will devour plastic and make the world safe for progress.

am i 2 cynical? like endless war for profit and planned obsolescence for profit and destruction of nature for profit and toxic chemicals in food for profit are not cynical. ok then, kill me please.

it ain't even a democrisy. ain't never been. it slaves its own people and the rest of the world just a resource to enslave and exploit and kill for profit of the chemical corps and the warlords and the uber-capitalists and political thugs.

 
and now copp's on antibiotics again, and i'm just reading between typos how antibiotics cause disease to mutate o sinister world. so many signs of the end times we cant even read em all.

  aw, shoot, i mean, shit, it ain't so bad. hey, we're alive, we've got each other, and we're fucking cute as hell!  come on, get yer treats while the gettin's good, you sacred dogs, you!