Of course you can, but you need to pick your targets well. You don't target the robots, you target the robots' operators, their builders, the engineers that design and maintain them. The key to successful insurgency is to choose your fights and play to your own strengths. Of course, defeatism is the first refuge of the loserboy.

The child will be named Valentine Michael Smith.

Hell has always been partly frozen. Ever heard of Cocytus? Ah, forgot, nerds can't even go to Hell. They'll be condemned to the Anteinferno or Vestibulus, where they'll be forced to run naked pursued by wasps and blowflies, after an insignialess banner. Their blood and tears will be consumed by maggots.

He won't get out of prison. Not alive. The inmates will rip him to shreds after they're done turning his bunghole into a highway tunnel. Aye, they will be able to run two Amtraks side by side through his overdilated craphole. If fate is merciful, he won't be able to feel it, having gone numb from the abuse. I hope his relatives have already said their goodbyes because there won't be much left of him to bury or cremate. Probably the remains won't fill a bucket. That's what happens when you're a weakling playing tough guy: you get shat upon. Or rather, as in this case, you get your flesh ripped apart and devoured, then you get shat upon with the shit that was *YOU*.

A female Bond makes about as sense as a straight Frank N. Furter or as a white Shaft.

When I throw a dozen of olympic sprinters at full tilt at you, you won't be amused. Not at all. But I will be.

Did I fucking pretend to be an astrophysicist, loserboy nerd? Information is out there for smart people to seek and get a clue, while imbeciles like you pull theories out of your ass without checking the facts first. Before stating that the "Sun will go supernova billions of years from now", you could have checked. And by the way, I'm a part-time amateur astronomer who happens to have read some good books on the subject between one football match and the other, I have known the fact before Wikipedia was born. Now if I ever do a sum in my head you'll say "I should have used a pocked calculator too". Piece of shit. The projected end date for life on Earth is 450 to 600 million years in the future, not billions. Unless you think it will make any difference when the Earth will be nothing but a scorched rock. Don't mask your crapheadedness under allofoid pretenses, turdbrain.

Loserboy nerd, the Sun will NOT go supernova. It's not massive enough for this. And the Earth will not be destroyed in "billions" of years. About 450 millions of years from now, the heat output from the Sun will increase the weathering of silicate minerals, which will cause CO2 concentration in the atmosphere to fall below the level needed for photosynthesis to occur. Plant life will die off, followed by animal life. The Earth will be a dead planet very, very soon in geological terms. Then the temperature will continue to rise until the surface will be scorched dry. Then the long decay, as the Sun expands into a red giant, the temperature on Earth rises above 2000 C turning it into an ocean of magma - effectively erasing any trace mankind or even life had ever been there. And at the ends, the fall into the Sun and complete annihilation. Our whole history disintegrated into atoms. That's what will happen. So, we don't have billions of years and probably not even millions since the average life expectancy of a species is lower than that. And you know NOTHING about science. Shut up and shit upon your own face, loserboy nerd, I can't be bothered.

Stupid loserboy nerd. River gave up HER regenerations to save him, so SHE can't regenerate. To all intents and purposes, River Song is a Time Lady, because Time Lords acquired their abilities when Gallifreyans began being conceived inside the Time Vortex. Incidentally, that's the way the Doctor could bring back his civilization, if he wanted do, by making human (or humanoid) Time Lords.

"Homicide" is killing a member of your own species. An orca killing a human is not "homicide". It's not even "murder" in this case. Just Darwin in action. There's a good reason those beauties used to be called "killer whales", they're among the finest predators that evolution ever came out with. You try to molest one, it bites you. And that's only because it's hard to use a gun with fins.

Yeah, I don't like battery chickens either. I prefer to hook them up to AC, stand back, and watch. First they vibrate like crazy, the feathers stand up like a porcupine's quills, then they start smoking and after a while, sometimes, they blow up. Awesome.

Cooperation only works within a team that is competing against another. Too many people cooperating and the upmost level the group can reach is the lowest common denominator. Words replace action, and all you have are a bunch of shitheads talking all day long. No, you need a dedicated team with strong discipline, a definite goal and a timeframe. Having one or more opponents helps. All the rest is fluff for dumbshits who don't like to work and want someone else to take care of them. Into the cesspool they go!

Google shits on the face of a zitillion nerds. The aforementioned zitillion nerds open their herpes-infested mouths wide, hungry for the crapotastic cascade of feces, swallow, and beg for more.

The kid had it coming.

I do. And I look forward to the day we can flood the UK with free guns.