"I don't f*** (actually, I do care about style*) care" possibly has a fundamental significance in eschatology and may be crucial in getting an insight into the psychology of the Final Things. I've been doing a lot of stalking of those things recently and finally I am ready to share one or two thoughts with you. The key themes are going to be: something snapping, missing my 42nd birthday, Gone with the Wind, Queen's We Are the Champions (and the "no time for losers" line of the chorus), a party that makes you... - let's suddenly stop here.
*it seems I'm not a very consistent I-don't-fucking-care Christian; but there's only one important consistency - and nothing else matters; or more precisely: everything else is taken care of by this one ultra-important, over-arching, problem-solving consistency.
