A response to Rocket Scientist that got too pompously windbaggy and barely deserves its own Swiftian post on this shit hole of a site

Here's what set my insignificant penis off. Please read it first. Stephanie has more stake in the continuance of your inane and despicable species than I do. Posting this as a comment made no sense, not that anything I do makes any sense. 

I get plenty of ignorant bozos dropping by who assume that anyone who can string three words together without saying FUCK is automatically a scholar. I say FUCK because it pisses people off, and the more pissed off people are the better to spot the whites of their eyes, the douchebags.

That's where my second amendment rights kick in.

But that's not the case with Stephanie who appears to be quite rational and appreciative of the gulf between reason and belief. So again, I encourage all of my misguided readers to read The Rocket Scientiest post that this was originally intended to be a comment upon before proceeding to my usual spew, which follows forthwith:

Sure. But there are several billion people living on the planet, using several languages, believing all kinds of bullshit, basing their decision making processes upon various economic, political, cultural, scientific, and religious input, little of it, if any, meaning jackshit.

I don't trust any of it. I prefer to spend my time and energy attempting to uncover the lunacy we base our current imperfect assumptions upon and bringing on the bomb. I know I've already paid for one. It's got to be here somewhere. 

Nothing is sacred. Especially not human life, considering some of the shit humans have foisted upon other humans with increasingly barbaric ferocity in recent years.

Do you really think that moving the problem to a new location is going to make anything better? I suspect that those mammoths found with fresh grass in their mouths make preparing for the inevitable cyclical global non-jew-specific holocaust sort of Punch and Judy show without a puppeteer.

I don't even know what better means anymore. I am so tired of watching the same sorry ass happy horse shit play out again and again as people exchange one system of beliefs for another. I'm only sixty odd years old, and I still can remember things that happened in the 1940s. This does not appear to be a common ability, and people who were born in the 70s appear unable to remember anything that happened before 2001. WTF?

I kill people every day by working and letting the government withhold taxes from my earnings. If I refuse to do that, I am grouped with various fringe groups that would as soon kill me as talk to me. Everybody I work with also kills those people, but if I point it out to my so-called friends and neighors, I am being inappropriate, or worse — a potential threat to our wonderful way of life

Next year I will try to deduct the costs of killing Iranians, Afghanis, Somalis, Sudanese, Iraqis, Koreans, and other less than human detritus from my taxes, and I'll let you know how that goes.

I apologize the outburst but not the message. The message is pure and one that people need eventually to consider: you can only discard so many people before the survivors decide they are not going to die without a fight.

September 11, 2001, was only the most spectacular retaliation for centuries of grievances by people who don't think or believe like us.

In this battle, I side with them.  I don't give a shit about them, and I don't agree with them, but I side with them. 

It's the least I can do for my ancestors. I mean besides pissing on their graves.

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