It’s the end of the world. No seriously, it is.
From here on in, we will be positively reveling in the gobsmacking misery of the news and in true tortured leftie pretentiousness will be recording each new catastrophic fuck up in the laughably titled ‘War on Terror’ as it edges us closer and ever closer to our post-nuclear, dystopian, corporate controlled, hellish wasteland of a future.
And another fucking thing: if you’re gonna be so fucking stupid as to declare a war on a noun, then pick the right fucking one. It’s called Terrorism. That’s terrorISM. D’ya see? With an ISM on the end you dyslexic fucks.
I mean what were you going to do? Round up all the scary movie directors as potential mass murderers? Should Wes Craven be expecting to have his door kicked in and have his sorry hack ass dragged off to Guantanamo fucking bay?
I don’t know what frightens me more: the fact that we could be on the verge of a 3rd world war, or that the War on Terror is being prosecuted by in-bred fuckwits who don’t possess the grammar abilities of the average eight year old and, furthermore, that the rest of the world doesn’t seem to have noticed.
Anyhoo, the 3rd World War got just a blood vessel closer today with the all-time bonehead play from General Butcherfuck McMeathead Sharon, when he decided to take out an old man in a wheelchair with three, that’s right, three helicopters. I don’t care if he was the fucking Terminator. He was in a wheelchair. A guy on a fucking tricycle could have arrested him. What possible response do you expect from such an act?
The clock is at….