Walter Kovacs / Rorschach

God doesn't make the world this way.
We do.

Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says "But Doctor... I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh.

"Least I'm not the one still hiding behind a mask."
"No. You're hiding in plain sight."

None of you understand. I'm not locked in here with you. You're locked in here with me!

Humans are savage in nature. No matter how much you try to dress it up, to disguise it. Blake saw society's true face. Chose to be a parody of it, a joke.

Now the whole world stands on the brink staring down into bloody hell. All those liberals and intellectuals...and smooth talkers...and all of a sudden, nobody can think of anything to say. Beneath me, this awful city. It screams like an abattoir full of retarded children and the night reeks of fornication and bad consciences.

Dog carcass in alley this morning. Tire tread on burst stomach.
This city's afraid of me.
I've seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters...and the gutters are full of blood.
And when the drains finally scab over...all the vermin will drown.
The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up around their waist and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout, "Save us."
And I'll whisper, "No."

Once a man has seen society's black underbelly...he can never turn his back on it. Never pretend, like you do...that it doesn't exist, no matter who orders him to look the other way. We don't do this thing...because it's permitted. We do it because we have to. We do it because we're compelled.

"Adrian's a pacifist. He's a vegetarian, for chrissakes. He's never killed anyone in his life."
"Hitler was vegetarian."

Men get arrested.
Dogs get put down.

When you walk down the street in a city dying of rabies...past the human cockroaches...talking about their heroin and child pornography...do you really feel normal?

If God saw what any of us did that night, he didn't seem to mind.

No time for friends? Only our enemies leave roses.