Get off my fucking planet!

[P3nT4gR4m]

I woke up this morning and my world was full of squatters.

Politicians and pigs, lawyers and meth heads, feeble minded rat racers, beggars tramps and thiefs.

Well fuck this shit! It's my world and I never asked any of these idiots to be in it. I don't have time to answer your stupid fucking questions officer. I don't have time to give a shit if your cardboard box leaks in a thunderstorm and you freeze to death. I don't have time to give a shit if you nuke some meaningless smudgy people or if you want to charge me more of this currency of yours for the whatever the fuck it is you pretend to do nine to five.

Fact is, I'm going to be dead soon. Not right now, I hope, but this life of mine aint going to last forever and, quite frankly, you fuckers are kinda bugging me and screwing with my shit at every fucking turn. It started the day I was born when you insisted on registering me in your stupid fucking system. It carried on when I was forced to sit through 8 hours of mindless indoctrination, every day for twelve years of my life, with weekends off and the odd holiday for good behaviour. Did I ask for this shit?

So you taught me to read and write? Big fucking deal! - I'm sure I could have worked that one out eventually. I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have taken twelve fucking years and I'm doubly sure it wouldn't have come with built in superstition and wage slave conditioning that took a strong mind and a shitload of resolve to discount. You made such convincing arguments and repeated it so many times. Then there was the endless propaganda - "there's a cold war", "there's a hot war", "The terrurists want to rape your wimminz", "We're at war with psychoactive chemical compounds", "we're at war with the concept of obesity", "we're fighting crime", "we're fighting for freedom", "we're fighting communism", "we're fighting for all the made up bullshit we conned you into believing was so important it was worth dying for"

Newsflash motherfucker! You never got through to me. I mighta looked like I was swallowing that shit, along with all the idiots you stuffed me into the box beside, but I was spitting it back the fuck out, or puking it back the fuck up as soon as your idiot trainers had their backs turned. So here I am and there you are and there are so fucking many of you it makes me weep. Too stupid to be of any use to anything but this bullshit you perpetuate, to dumb to just acknowledge your own wretchedness and roll over and die.

What the fuck am I suppposed to do about you? This is my fucking world and I don't want most of you cunts in it. The guy who climbs up the clock tower and starts pumping bullets into the shambling idiots below - that would be me if I could only find a big enough gun. This place is infested and these clowns are all bollixing it up for all the real people, the ones who realise how dumb it all is, the ones who see through the party political broadcasts, and the infomercials and the tabloids and the sedative gameshows. The people who are so outnumbered there really doesn't seem to be any hope.

All I have left is my hate. It's the one thing you can't take away from me. You set up my world in such a way that I have to spend most of my life doing meaningless, mind numbing bullshit just to ensure I have a roof over my head and food to eat and then you take away all the cool shit I might want to do by declaring war on it. Well I hate you. I'll laugh as your stupid machine crumbles around you and you get crushed in the gears. I'll take to the hills and I'll watch with glee as your empire burns and your people scream in the flames. I'll dance on the ashes of your civilisation. I'll have my fucking world back, thanks.

Or kill me.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Nice one.

But I still do me better.

[P3nT4gR4m]

What can I say - it's monday. I'll probably be doing me again by about wednesday 

[Verbal Mike]

[Adios]

Nice one.

But I still do me better.

Give the kid a break, no one shits hate the way you do. It was a good piece.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

It is good work!