The Mad Max series would all seem like utopian fantasy tales now, I suppose. I should probably feel a bit guilty, cutting and running, living in a remote little paradise off the south coast of England. I don't.
Cars are ugly, ignorance is fashionable and science is not. War is perpetual and the planet has pretty much given up, Mother Nature waiting for man to finish it off, dropping the big one or killing off the species one at a time.
Me? I've never had it better. If this is the grand finale, I surely got a good seat. Just my luck!
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
Gold!
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