Sitting in a traffic jam on the Kennedy Expressway recently, I thought, Sometimes the only thing that stops me from killing a bunch of people is that I could never kill enough.
Think about it. Even if you could snuff out 1,000 people and get away with it (both legally and psychologically), it still wouldn't make a damn bit of difference in so many ways. Fewer cars on the road? Fewer people in line at the grocery store? Fewer people crowding your favorite dining spot on a Friday night? Hardly.
It gave me a new appreciation for guys like Joseph Stalin. Imagine how easy it was to get a good table in Moscow's finest restaurants after the Great Purge.