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Now, i’m going to go out on a limb here and presume that nobody even knows who this fucker is, however you all know his sons and daughters, little boy, fat man and the other arsenal of atomic bombs.

J. Robert Oppenheimer known commonly as “the father of the atomic bomb”, scientific director of the Manhattan project once said:

”The atomic bomb made the prospect of future war unendurable. It has led us up those last few steps to the mountain pass; and beyond there is a different country.”

This line only underpins Einstein’s own quote:

”I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones”

… Step back motherfuckers, you just learned something, or lots of things, now whether you remember this or not is totally subjective to who you are.

Now, what’s my point? No, it’s not trying to look intellectual by pulling out quotes from motherfuckers you haven’t even heard of before, nor is it some anti-war message, what I’m trying to do is make a confession, a confession that I’m a misanthrope, now how the fuck does that relate to anything i’ve said?

Well, war is in human nature, people have always fought over something or another, the only reason it’s been stopped is because of the potential threat of nuclear bombs and other WMDs that can potentially destroy the world. But this still doesn’t relate does it?

But yes, I hate people, how do i do it though? I don’t know, but why do i hate people? now that’s the question you’re all asking at this point.

Sometimes, i hate people because ignorant fucks will always be ignorant fucks, but today i hate people because some fuckheads think its OK to let your kids run outside at 9 am in the morning shouting and waking me up three whole fucking days in a row. Fuck you neighbors, maybe some people go to sleep at 3 AM and want to sleep till they naturally wake up, a god given right, but no, please, send your impish emissaries of fatigue and break the grasp the sandman has on me with their banshee screams. Fuck you, really, you’re worse than Mormons and that’s saying something.

Boredom can lead you many places, i know this because it has most likely sent me to more places than it has sent you and not all of them nice, but that’s not anything worth speaking about.

Anyway, I’ve created a space for myself to “blog” or so it seems and lets just pray it doesn’t end like the others, neglected and forgotten, much like how you spent most of your childhood. When I summoned this space from the depths of a certain series of tubes, I had no idea what i would do with it, but then it hit me, a voracious light that massacred the uncertainty like Hitler did the Jews, not that I’m Hitler or a Jew… well not to my knowledge anyway.

So where did this metaphorical light come from and what did it hold? Well, someone recently used some facebook program that asks them questions about their facebook friends, a question about me was asked and it was asking what I’d most likely be on TV for, they answered that I’d have my own talk show, i actually agreed with what they said, despite the fact that they didn’t know me very well at all.

But where does this leave me? a blog for a talk show? Nah, not gonna happen, but what i will do is write a few passages on some things i may or may not find interesting with what little literary talent I’ve deluded myself with. That is if i decide to continue this “blog” or whatever it is this is

Now, the question always is “Why?”, and the answer is simple. Because I’m the Juggernaut, Bitch I can.