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I’m just going to say it: Dave Mustaine was immensely important figure in my early teens back in the 90s.

I’d go as far as argue that he is partially responsible for shaping me in those formative years to what I am as a person today.

But unlike my mentor, I didn’t find jebus nor have any intention of trying to look for this mythical creature, and I also do not feel like I need to spout – let alone believe in – wild conspiracy theories concerning Obama and his administration, US immigration and gun control policies – or whatever those right-wing nuts come up with next week.

I’m not talking about that Mustaine.

I’m referring to that guy who was sensible enough to write the music and lyrics down to ”Countdown to Extinction” (1992).

I recall our relationship grew stale around 1997, and that we finally parted ways for good some two years after that.

It just wasn’t working for me anymore, so I had to call it quits. Sorry man, but I was ready to move on.

I do have very fond memories of our time together however. I think it was mainly you who taught me to think independently. I’m pretty sure you are to blame for turning me into this political being, for life I suppose. 

Though in hindsight I’m not sure whether that turned out to be a blessing or more like a curse? The jury’s still out.

You kinda made me realize that all the shit around us is of our own making. That shit don’t just happen by accident.

People make shit happen. Our people. The same people we elect to represent us. In other words, we let shit happen.

We let it happen because we don’t really care as long as we think that somebody does. Well, someone might care but there’s no guarantee that s/he actually cares anymore than you do.

And that is why things are as fucked up as they are.

So, thanks bro, I appreciate the ride and all the fun times we had, only wish it would have turned out differently for you.

Namely, you not turning into this raving, short-sighted, ill-informed, 17th century conservative and god fearing, well, lunatic.

I mean what the fuck, man. You have – or at least had – a brain that is likely equipped to be teaching quantum theory in any uni.

Yet you turn to fucking flying spaghetti monster just because you can’t seem to hold your drink and think that maybe it can?

You’re so much more than that, amigo. You should know better. It truly makes my heart weep to see you in such a disrepair.

What a shame. Such a bloody waste.