GAME OF WITS. May the best idea win. Buckle up, assholes. (*Even if said asshole is a relation.)

 

eurorail pass

“The Soviets didn’t come into Afghanistan on a Eurorail Pass. They came in T-55 tanks.”

 

Game of wits. Fought with words.

Thought.

Ideas.

But how terroristic of me.

Freedom of thought has been disallowed here so long – I get it, but it is easy to forget how far Americans live from reality.

It’s was unthoughtful in the extreme. I deeply apologize.

Throw me in a cell like Barrett. Or Chelsey or Ed or  whoever.

Disappear me.

Make me “hang” myself like Aaron or turn my car into a random inferno like Mike H.

It doesn’t matter.

(You’ old guys are so fucking slow that even I am embarrassed for you.)

I am not thinking 20 moves ahead, you dickheads.

We are not thinking 20 moves ahead, you dickheads.

I’m thinking 20 cascading algorithms ahead, you old, unimaginative pieces of shit.

We are thinking 20 cascading algorithms ahead, you old, unimaginative pieces of shit.

You get that?

It bears repeating, especially as your ilk does tend to be extraordinarily slow, generally.

(And by “your ilk” I mean murderers and necrophiliac, specifically.)

Let me repeat myself:

We are not thinking 20 moves ahead.

We are thinking 20 cascading algorithms ahead.

We are thinking 20 cascading algorithms ahead, you old, unimaginative pieces of shit.

And of me and my friends, I’m the fucking idiot of the group.

We are your worst fucking nightmare.

And we’re here to change the world.


 

We are all the motherfucking Nerdy Looking Kid in the White Shirt.

This is how we play chess and you don’t wanna trade queens with us.

Going after Project PM was not random and we all know that. And by we I mean WE.

What about Hydra don’t you get?

Then again, I suppose I’m the one screaming at the Black Hole as it warps irreparably from matter into antimatter.

The fact that I understand the futility of my anger doesn’t erase the anger and pain that still sometimes wells up in me when at all the destruction you have winched into humanity overflows and crowds out any possible rationality.

Perhaps, some days, that pain is the only way to wade back into my uncomfortable humanity; and I need that, I think.

Because humanity is the only hope I see for, well, you know…

humanity.

 

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