It’s a conspiracy!

The Illuminati, New World Order, aliens, mind-control beams, ZOG, the anti-christ and fiendish, fucking flouridators – they’re all out there, and they all want to destroy our way of life.

Were Socrates alive today, he’d be dead, having drunk the hemlock and asked for a refill, just to make sure he never had to hear another imbecile argument over whether or not Britney has to urinate once in a while.

The pursuit of propriety is to blame for genital mutilation, the hiding of murder, child abuse, even the spread of disease by hiding infection; the worst personal atrocities imaginable, all done in the name of this disgusting idea - that some things just aren’t proper, not “right” or supposedly “natural” - not fit for a human being. The irony would be funny if it wasn’t so utterly covered in blood, gore and agony.

I love the mushroom cloud.

I don’t think it’s cool. It doesn’t make me feel manly. I don’t worship it for its might.

I love it because it’s an undeniable, undisguisable, irredeemable scar on the face of human complicity. The flash may have burned your eyes out, but you will remember the vision of fait accompli for the rest of your miserable, impotent life.

Yeah. All of ‘em. The politicians, the bureaucrats, the salespeople, the marketers, the girl next door and the guy on the curb with his sweaty hand down his pants; they all want to sell your kidney for a quick kibble in the back-room. Me? Yeah, I’m probably out to get you, too.