The War on bugs 2, or maybe not.
Oct. 10th, 2007 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
winneganfakeThe escalation of the violence has not occurred, as the wasps, no doubt in anticipation of my rage-filled vengance, have fled the porch, hopefully on a permanent basis.
As for the replies to the previous post though, thank you one and all. Though I must admit, one posted reaction decrying my urge for chemical annihilation struck me as odd. So, I'm posting the reply up here, with some expansions on it.
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Chemical warfare?
Necessary, no. Cathartic, fun, and utterly, ruthlessly, thorough? YES. Oh much with the yesness.
I look at it this way. Nature has created, in the form of the wasp, yellow-jacket, and other subspecies, a beastie that serves zero purpose on the food chain- it has no natural predators, it does not pollinate or serve other useful methods. (Ok, I stand corrected on that. It doesn't mean I suddenly like the fuckers though.) It does in fact, do nothing but eat, breed, and HATE. Not to mention stinging the unwary. In short, they're identical to humans. Only smaller. And flying. And armored. And again with the stingers.
As our only potential competitors on the evolutionary market, I am sure of one thing- the must be EXPUNGED. Completely and totally. No weapon in our arsenal is really too much. Agent Orange? Not enough. Napalm? Weak, and ineffective. Nuclear solution? Only if we can be sure they won't mutate into something far more dangerous. Because I'm sure they're already working on chemical warfare solutions in their scientist hives. Soon, we'll be plagued by gasmask and NBC-hooded swarms of the bastards. Soon, thy may even develop some truly evil, decimating sting-bomb of an attack.
Therefore, they need to die. And I will make that happen, or if need be die in the process. Only, my hatred for these wee lil' fuckers is strong enough that, well, to paraphrase a well loved comic... "And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When it begins, they will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above the porch, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, they will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before they are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin. I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song....." you get the idea.
As for the replies to the previous post though, thank you one and all. Though I must admit, one posted reaction decrying my urge for chemical annihilation struck me as odd. So, I'm posting the reply up here, with some expansions on it.
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Chemical warfare?
Necessary, no. Cathartic, fun, and utterly, ruthlessly, thorough? YES. Oh much with the yesness.
I look at it this way. Nature has created, in the form of the wasp, yellow-jacket, and other subspecies, a beastie that serves zero purpose on the food chain- it has no natural predators, it does not pollinate or serve other useful methods. (Ok, I stand corrected on that. It doesn't mean I suddenly like the fuckers though.) It does in fact, do nothing but eat, breed, and HATE. Not to mention stinging the unwary. In short, they're identical to humans. Only smaller. And flying. And armored. And again with the stingers.
As our only potential competitors on the evolutionary market, I am sure of one thing- the must be EXPUNGED. Completely and totally. No weapon in our arsenal is really too much. Agent Orange? Not enough. Napalm? Weak, and ineffective. Nuclear solution? Only if we can be sure they won't mutate into something far more dangerous. Because I'm sure they're already working on chemical warfare solutions in their scientist hives. Soon, we'll be plagued by gasmask and NBC-hooded swarms of the bastards. Soon, thy may even develop some truly evil, decimating sting-bomb of an attack.
Therefore, they need to die. And I will make that happen, or if need be die in the process. Only, my hatred for these wee lil' fuckers is strong enough that, well, to paraphrase a well loved comic... "And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When it begins, they will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above the porch, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, they will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before they are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin. I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song....." you get the idea.
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Date: 2007-10-11 04:30 am (UTC)Actually, they reduce the excess spider and pestiferous moth population, so I'd say they serve a pretty important purpose on the food chain.
The more you know....
Date: 2007-10-11 04:32 am (UTC)For a really nightmarish image ...
Date: 2007-10-11 04:39 am (UTC)Re: For a really nightmarish image ...
Date: 2007-10-11 04:43 am (UTC)Gah.
Ok, definitely near-phobic. Seeing still images? No reaction. Thinking about getting anywhere near even dead ones in real life? Definite reaction. *shudder* Think I'll go watch some nice calming j-horror now.
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Date: 2007-10-11 04:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-11 05:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-11 02:53 pm (UTC)-Victoria