We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Life is too short. I stopped reading books and watching movie's that wallow in the predicament of mans existence. I read enough of that existential crap in college. Life is unfair and then you die, whats new?
The 1960s dark New Wave science fiction included Ballard Dick, Ellison and others whose dispeptic, pessimistic fiction replaced completely (for a while) the early scifi of Heinlein, Clark, Asimov, etc.
However, the most harrowing, frightening novel ever written is Forstchen's "One Second After."
McCarthy is a worthy successor to these pessimists.