Sometimes I think the goal
is the destruction of mankind. It'd be a far easier and more fun goal then struggling to have it survive yet another fable only to be unremembered or forced to endure ungrateful swine who don't even realize what you just did...
Humans are stupid. They don't appreciate anything you do for them. And women are the most guilty of that. Evidently I don't think it's so much science would create genetic dead-ends, as we could control the genetics. So much as what would be the motivation?
Only to the most insanely altruistic person would we need to control the species as a whole to protect it. And anybody who is that compassionate will surely be crushed the moment he goes out into the world to try to implement his ideas. People don't want to be saved. So let them die. Let them die painfuly. And grab the heap for yourself and laugh in their fat faces as they die horribly and you die comfortably.
The streets are extended gutters, the gutters are full of blood, and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.
The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout 'Save us!'
And I will look down, and whisper 'no.'
They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like my father, or President Truman. Decent men, who believed in a day's work for a day's pay. Instead they followed the droppings of lechers and communists and didn't realize that the trail led over a precipice until it was too late. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth-talkers, and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say.
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