You know that tired trope of the marines (or is it the Seals? The Army Rangers? Whoever) “never leaving a man behind”?
Well, I don’t do that. I leave all the retards behind. All the lazy ones. All the weak ones. All the ones who can’t be bothered to show up, be on time and work their ass off at whatever we are doing?
I don’t just leave them behind. I kick them out of my immediate sphere of anything.
I don’t want retards near me. I don’t enjoy their company, they are toxic on every level (Professor Cipolla’s Fifth Law of Human Stupidity) 1 and worse of all, they are not simply ineffective, they literally bring down the entire operational capacity of any team they join.
So, while this guy writes about the current zombie masturbatory apocalypse with obvious concern, and I understand where his angst is coming from, I do, but I just can’t bring myself to wring my hands in any kind of anxiety over it.
My only concern with this stuff is the Zombie Horde.
There are SO MANY of the stupid bastards, that they will invariably become a problem when, using them as an excuse, there will be new “laws” passed forcing you to register how many times you breathe per minute on a daily basis to prevent death from lack of energy to breathe, and other such “complications”.
Is it sad? Sure. Is it a tragedy? Yup. Are eveil people orchestrating all this misery? You bet.
AND
It is also your absolute best time to shine and NOT be a zombie. Be one of the heroes who makes a good life DURING the current Zombie Apocalypse.
And just as a reminder, here is the manual I wrote in the guise of a fun game you can play with your friends.
Oh, you don’t know what that is? Oh you poor dear! Look it up, you lazy bastard.
This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here
