Even in Christs day, they figured they'd experience the end times. And just about every generation since. I'm not sure I like God's sense of humour.

To be perfectly honest I worry more about that planet itself then our sad species. If it can some how rid itself of the human festering pimple that is us, it will flourish. I'm more concerned with all the freakin holes we are poking into the earth then any war. I might do an experiment and post it on youtube.

I plan on taking an apple and a stick pin and poking holes in it. I'm going to attempt to count the stabbings and see how many it takes before that apple falls apart into pieces.


Disease I suppose could interrupt the drilling. And lets face it. if I were a planet I'd be trying hard to discover one in order to shed the human tick. Even if I couldn't wipe them out completely. 3 or 4 billion strategically placed on the grounds of self preservation. A self centred planet just like the bipedal creatures that are trying to kill me. My oceans almost fished out and life in general 50% gone in 50 years. Something has got to give.