COD IS DEAD

God damn the idiots of the world, all 99% of them.

I need not rant about overpopulation, or the greedy stupid politicians and "home folk" who still don't believe in climate change, or don't give a damn if they ever eat fish, or if it's poisonous farm-raised disease-ridden junk or not.

All I can do is think, "OK, one day this planet will be one raging, murderous mob scene. It'll be panic, rape, murder and rage." It won't be confined to Muslim maniacs. It'll involve every Viley Virus and Justa Beeper fan. Ever jerk who thought the world revolved around the Kardashians. Every clod who can't get enough of bad television and nothing but super-hero sci-fi movies.

Instead of being sedated with their stupid music, inane texting and porn, or ridiculous fixes of celebrity gossip, EVERYBODY will either be running for their lives, barricaded in a shelter gun in hand, or running around raping and murdering and stealing. No more time for leisurely bullshit. No stroll to Dunkin' Donuts. No sitting around admiring your collection of "Star Wars" memorabilia.

The warning signs are being ignored. Shrugged at. Laughed about. Cod? So? Who eats cod? Gimme a "Filet-o-Fish" made out of fish-scented plastic. Better yet, change my order to some mad-cow-infested HAMBURGER on a bun made of spun sugar, heaped up with artificial cheese and a sauce loaded with more sugar. Mmmmm.

Hey Muzzies, why aren't you raging at the heathens who are taking away God's creatures and leaving you with nothing to eat but hummus? Soon enough you will sadly be chomping your rotten black-stump teeth and wiping at your filthy beards and admitting, "There is no Cod."