This book has an obnoxious title on purpose. An ironic title.

Nothing is better off. No one. It’s still the same mess that your most pessimistic self ever thought it would be. There’s no redemption.

Don’t hold your breath, waiting for a happy ending. There isn’t going to be one.

This is as good as it gets. (And it’s not very good.) No surprise. It’s all downhill from here.

I mean, yes we still have to keep living. Keep going from week to week. Do our jobs, consume our consumables. Play out the hand that is dealt us.

We can’t all be Arthur Dent and get to leave earth and go on a wild adventure in the galaxy. We are stuck here.

Humans are past their peak, imho. Society will be going downhill for a while. Maybe until the next revolution. But even that is doubtful.

Nationalism and greed: that’s what we have to look forward to. No more helping each other. The 1% will be fine; good luck to the rest of us.

No wonder people are having kids less.

At least there’s re-runs.