There are times when I hate the Borg. When I think about my lost childhood in it, the Draconian level of authority and all the idiots I had to put up with over the years, I get very bitter, angry and resentful.
I went through a stage of turning the other cheek and praying for thine enemies but that didn't really work for me. I remained on boiling point, simmering under the surface.
I now have reached a more pragmatic viewpoint. I know there are a few good people in the Borg, but when I think to all the people I personally know still in it, I think to myself, Long live the Borg. I remember how I was treated when I left and how people I considered my friends completely turned their backs on me. I recall how nobody bothered to call and I was even blanked in public places. I think to my family still in it. And now I think TO HELL WITH THEM! On a warm summers night, I am sipping a beer without a care in the world for anything Borg related... but those people are stuck sweating their asses off inside a humid Kingdumb hell. Running around like ants, giving their money away, becoming more and more bogged down mentally with the whole charade.
I sometimes watch them pilling into the hall, trying desperately to look enthused. Those weary souls! I watch them in the heat of summer with their ministry bags, sun beating down trying to find one retard to take a magazine.
I saw an old aquantence from the hall the other day. Not seen him in 10 years. I decided to beep my horn to see his reaction; he was on the 'service' with his wife and kids. There was a queue of traffic facing them as they struggled up a steep hill. He had his face to the ground in almost embarrassment. I caught his attention and he gave a wry smile, turning away after a brief second in a matter of fact display of arrogance. I laughed at loudly as the traffic got moving again. I realized on my way home that the Borg isn't all that bad after all.
In saying this, I can see mass suicides if the Borg ever does fall.