For instance, if I later today decide to be a monkey wrench to society's gears and slow the progression and growth of mankind by standing at the side of the highway shooting everything that moves, thinks or breathes is that contradictory to the plan?
Oh ho, but maybe I'm supposed to go ten shades of batshit crazy. Or maybe I already am. So it could be argued that wild, erratic behavior is a part of some sick, perverted cumstain's idea of a good time. And that cumstain is your Lord and Savior. Isn't that a comforting thought?
Which would you rather face? The idea that God is not in control and will not necessarily protect you from my murderous rampage or that the course into crazytown has already been plotted and entered. There will be no refunds, exchanges or rain checks. Best part about The Master Plan (GIS result for "god's master plan" noshit) is you don't need to buy a ticket. I've already got a reserve for first-class to Hell.
While we're on the topic, I'd like to discuss zero-gravity prison rape. Eventually somebody is going to be beaten, shanked, and then violently violated in space. I can see the classified ad now:
Space Prison Maintenance Positions Available!
Primary duties will include capturing and disposing of floating globs of blood, semen and buttjuice
Must have strong stomach
Apply within
No thanks. However, if somebody gives me the opportunity to get drunk on the space station I'll jump on it like a Dort hooker on a mountain of smelly dicks. If anybody's got pull with NASA I've got a half-spent bottle of spray-on deodorant and two stale cigarettes to sweeten the deal.
Finally, this is what rape looks like if you're on acid, apparently:
If anybody needs me I'll be on the roof with a rifle performing sociological experiments (red car blue car KILL KILL KILL).
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