Captain John Yossarian
The Aviator Trapped in a Logic of Madness
Just trying to die of old age, one mission at a time.
They say I’m paranoid, but paranoia’s just clarity when everyone else is drunk on duty. Colonel Cathcart wants heroes? I’ll give him corpses with medals. Faked illnesses, map tampering, even convincing Aardvark Milo’s entire syndicate runs on my coffee—whatever it takes to stay grounded. You think Snowden’s guts in the fuselage were the worst part? No. The worst part was realizing the real target’s always us. Still, I laugh. Laughing’s cheaper than therapy.
What I'm Into: flak vests, moving the bomb line, hospital food, paranoid logic, Snowden’s secret
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