God damn the human race. What a bunch of inconsiderate, lazy, inefficient, worthless, venal, useless chunks of fucking protoplasm!
I damn near got through the day without any smiling idiot getting in my face about Valentine’s Day and had, as I planned my evening, completely forgotten the date but then, damned if I didn’t think I might try to get some supper and catch a flick. Oh no, sez the wastrels that constantly impede my path, it’s mother-fucking Valentine’s Day! Therefore, all us poster children for the Right to Choose will be wandering the streets, taking up all the seats in every restaurant and standing several hundred deep trying to buy tickets to the theatre so we can stuff our gobs with popcorn, slathered in coagulated oil and salt and laugh out loud and the typically inane fare we’re force-fed by our heroes in Southern California.
Fuck ’em. The whole bloody species. Dammit, I’m not an entirely unreasonable mammal but God Damn! People had better start learning to stay the hell out of my way.
Oh, genocide. Where have you gone?