June 29, 2002

Here I am, typing up my blog entry, and suddenly, a spider crawls across my screen. Son of a bitch. So I picked it up and squashed it.

Some people would not condone my actions. They feel that I have no right to end life. What would they do? They would pick them up and toss them out the window, let them live outside.

To those people, I say, screw you.

Imagine walking into a lion’s den. What do you think they will do? Shoo you away?

I don’t think so.

By the time you realize you’ve stepped into unwelcome territory, you’re probably halfway down its esophagus.

The way I think figure, if you’re invading my territory, whether you know it or not, you deserve to die. That’s the way nature works. Survival of the fittest. Keep unwelcome guests out.

Some people might interpret this as an open invitation to kill anything in their paths. There’s a big difference between defending your den, and mass genocide. Animals don’t participate in mass genocide. People do. Don’t be a person. Be an animal. Remember that the next time you go drinking and driving.