Hi.

Hi. My name is Vaters. I live in a small city outside of Edmonton, in Alberta. By now, you've hopefully guessed that I'm Canadian. I'd list off a handful of Canadian stereotypes that I strictly adhere to, but I can't be bothered to think of more than a couple.

Another thing you might've guessed is that I'm an angry Canadian. Not really angry at anything specific, unless you count the world. Now, I don't wake up in the morning with a snarl on my face and a "Fuck the world and fuck you too!" attitude; I try to start each day on a neutral footing. I start the day with a clean slate, and I'll only be snarling if I whack my head against the light hanging over the route between my bed and my bedroom door, which I forget to duck under around 20% of the time. My problem is that I have such a hard time overlooking the bullshit that surrounds us that it's simply impossible for me to consider myself a jolly person. I'd love to live in a happy, perfect world, where everything is relaxed and zen, and where people are honest and capable of rational thought.

I've just about lost faith in humanity. I loathe incompetence, willful ignorance, and sheer stupidity. My tolerance for bullshit is very low, and it seems to be further diminishing at an alarming rate. It's next to impossible to turn anywhere without being assaulted by half a dozen things that make me wonder just how we made it this far as a species. For now, I've managed to suppress any violent reactions to the level of a harmless shudder, but I fear that eventually I'll either lose control, or suffer an aneurysm.

This blog is meant as an outlet. If I see something that just burns to the very centre of my being, I'll be sure to let it all out on here. Or, at least, that's the hope.