Calm down. I see from the quantity and increasing rage in your posts that you're approaching Elliot Rodger-point. I know how bitter you are. I understand that having your high-school crush swept away by a handsome, athletic and brilliant aerospace engineer must hurt. I'm less condoning of the stalking you did afterwards, and I really hoped that the restraining order would have hammered home that no, she doesn't want anything to do with you, she wasn't even a friend of yours, she never spoke to you and she never ackowledged your existence until you started really bothering her. The fact that you're now a registered sex offender doesn't help. Not even libraries let you in now since you went on a rage and ripped to pieces those SF books whose covers she drew (she's an amazingly talented artist, I wonder where she finds the time with three kids). So yes, I know why you go all purple-faced whenever "space" is mentioned. But it's high time you put some order in your life and by "order" I mean find something useful to do with the scarce means and no talent you're stuck with. I know, it's not much and with your record you won't even be able to go flip burgers. But, really, you should ask for help. Don't be a "perfect gentleman" and go on a failed spree. Don't be remembered for killing or wounding a couple of innocent bystanders while you vent your impotent rage. If you really have to do anything violent, do it to yourself and be done with it. You can still retain some honor and be remembered as the guy who offed himself out of depression, instead of the guy who tried to go on a rampage for having being caught jerking off in a woman's office. Consider your fate: unlike me and that aerospace engineer, you were never born to succeed so it's not entirely your fault.

... You can't take the sky from me.

Bring some flares and maybe a blowtorch.

LOAD"PROGRAM",8,1 is from disk, loserboy nerd. From tape is LOAD"PROGRAM",1 and it was usually omitted. POKE yourself in the eye and SYS64738 your useless turdbrain.

All hail the great and powerful Oz! For he's a whiz of a wiz if ever a wiz there was!

Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side. Oh, too bad, it's the UK so no blasters allowed. Enjoy eating imperial poodoo, loserboys. Oh wait, the UK used to be the Empire. So not sorry to blow up your not-a-moon puppy battlestation, you limey fascistoid stormtrooper-loving scruffy-looking nerf humpers.

Back to canned humans then.

Unless he were a Jew, a Gypsy, a homosexual, a disabled person or any non-Aryan individual, of course.

In large numbers, yes you can. You can also raze it to the ground and behead the staff if you're caliphate-inclined.

Most nerds would love it in China or North Korea, if they can keep their gadgets and kiddie scat bestiality furry snuff porn and hentai shit. As long as they don't have to work, they won't miss any freedom since they don't venture out of their basements.

There is no rational reason for allowing lowlife geeks to exist as well. Of course, we already have the extermination plans ready. This world should belong only to us Beautiful People.

Are you mad? LEGO pieces are copyrighted, trademarked, patented and consecrated with the blood of albino babies. If you so much as think about reproducing them you will feel the wrath of the corporate jihadists who will behead the shit out of everyone and then shoot themselves in the head with flamethrowers.

Two words: Mobile Suits.

And two more: SIEG ZEON!

We're not talking about pedophile geeks here, but italian judges. The kind of guys who in the aftermath of an earthquake will sentence you to jail for the crime of being a geologist. Nobody cares what geeks think or say, because we ignore them and, if they get too loud, we silence them with a swift kick to the head followed by our feet stomping down on their zit-ridden faces, crushing them into pools of pus. Italian judges, on the other way, are still debating if Newton's Law of Universal Gravitation applies to Italy since it was enunciated by a non-italian.

We've reached Peak Lithium. Shit. We're fucked. OK, let's shut down everything and go home to die all emo and depressed.