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Space Ghost Face Killa Nov 24 1999, 3:00 am show options
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From: Space Ghost Face Killa <***@yahoo.com> - Find
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Date: 1999/11/24
Subject: Short story about New Orleans
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Why did I do it? I had to do something to make you people recognize
my genius. I realize you probably lack the cognitive ability necessary
to empathize with me, but could you possibly imagine what it would be
like to live as a wage slave when you had ideas worth millions bubbling
to the surface in your head? Of course you cant.
But still, I showed you bastards, didnt I? Worst fucking disaster
in the history of the United States. Fuck, maybe the world. This made
the Chunnel cave-in look like a leaky pipe, eh? You know whats the
funniest thing about it? You idiots gave the idea in the first place.
Right before you kicked me out of school, no less. In Honors we were
assigned a book about the Mississippi River flood of 1928. Little did I
know when I read it that I would be recreating the whole thing in less
than two years time.
People write and ask me, reporters asked me, hell my MOM asked me
Why do you have against New Orleans? Well, aside from it smelling of
piss, being home to a disproportionate number of lowlives, and having
the most corrupt police force in the nation, I dont have anything
against the people of New Orleans. N.O. got the treatment for the same
reason Hillary climbed Everest: It was there. But it does make a rather
dramatic point about the failures of urban planning, doesnt it?
Thats the problem with you people. You fail to recognize and bow to
your mental superiors. If I (or someone like myself. I am far from
unique.) tell you that I can revolutionize plumbing or television, or
whatever the hell it is that needs improvement, you should listen.
Otherwise, things continue going along as they are, which is to say
badly, and you gain a disgruntled social architect with a taste for
dramatic revenge. Its really simple if you think about it. How did we
come into a situation where the fucking illiterates have control over
the intelligentsia?
In a little over two hundred years time, this country has gone from
a burgeoning hotbed of inventive ideas to a lifeless intellectual
quagmire. Were the bread and circuses really worth it? Nowadays, it
doesnt matter if you fucking cured cancer, youd still have to wait
five years for an FDA hearing, and at least another five before the
actual approval of the drug. Living here is like being in Lilliputia,
tied down by a thousand ant-like creatures. Its a wonder more people
dont snap. In retrospect, I probably should have done a little gene
splicing and come up with a virus to kill stupid people.
The other thing everyone seems to be fascinated with is how I did
it. It really wasnt that much of a finesse job, but rather a display of
brute force, coupled with more than a little cunning. Crude, but
effective. The averages persons tendency to bow to anyone in a uniform
(even a fucking oilfield workers jumpsuit) made it really easy for me.
The hardest thing for me was getting together enough money for the
drilling equipment. I cant stand working for idiots and asshole, which
seems to be 95% of the business owners in this country. The explosives
themselves came from a recipe right off of the old Internet. My
enhancements to the formula did increase the yield four fold, of course.
The electronics werent much more complicated than a childs remote
controlled car. The brilliant part was the detontator.
I recorded a CD with an encoding of the signal required to set off
the charges, interwoven into a four-track recording I did myself. I was
surprised at how receptive they were at the radio station. Funny thing
is, they liked it so much, they almost broadcast it on the spot when I
dropped it off. If I hadnt asked the guy to wait and play it on Friday
at five p.m., I would have been as screwed as the rest of you people.
I wish I had a video of it. Four miles of Mississippi River levee
collapsing to the tune of When the Levee Breaks by Led Zeppelin.
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From: Space Ghost Face Killa <***@yahoo.com> - Find
messages by this author
Date: 1999/11/24
Subject: Short story about New Orleans
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Why did I do it? I had to do something to make you people recognize
my genius. I realize you probably lack the cognitive ability necessary
to empathize with me, but could you possibly imagine what it would be
like to live as a wage slave when you had ideas worth millions bubbling
to the surface in your head? Of course you cant.
But still, I showed you bastards, didnt I? Worst fucking disaster
in the history of the United States. Fuck, maybe the world. This made
the Chunnel cave-in look like a leaky pipe, eh? You know whats the
funniest thing about it? You idiots gave the idea in the first place.
Right before you kicked me out of school, no less. In Honors we were
assigned a book about the Mississippi River flood of 1928. Little did I
know when I read it that I would be recreating the whole thing in less
than two years time.
People write and ask me, reporters asked me, hell my MOM asked me
Why do you have against New Orleans? Well, aside from it smelling of
piss, being home to a disproportionate number of lowlives, and having
the most corrupt police force in the nation, I dont have anything
against the people of New Orleans. N.O. got the treatment for the same
reason Hillary climbed Everest: It was there. But it does make a rather
dramatic point about the failures of urban planning, doesnt it?
Thats the problem with you people. You fail to recognize and bow to
your mental superiors. If I (or someone like myself. I am far from
unique.) tell you that I can revolutionize plumbing or television, or
whatever the hell it is that needs improvement, you should listen.
Otherwise, things continue going along as they are, which is to say
badly, and you gain a disgruntled social architect with a taste for
dramatic revenge. Its really simple if you think about it. How did we
come into a situation where the fucking illiterates have control over
the intelligentsia?
In a little over two hundred years time, this country has gone from
a burgeoning hotbed of inventive ideas to a lifeless intellectual
quagmire. Were the bread and circuses really worth it? Nowadays, it
doesnt matter if you fucking cured cancer, youd still have to wait
five years for an FDA hearing, and at least another five before the
actual approval of the drug. Living here is like being in Lilliputia,
tied down by a thousand ant-like creatures. Its a wonder more people
dont snap. In retrospect, I probably should have done a little gene
splicing and come up with a virus to kill stupid people.
The other thing everyone seems to be fascinated with is how I did
it. It really wasnt that much of a finesse job, but rather a display of
brute force, coupled with more than a little cunning. Crude, but
effective. The averages persons tendency to bow to anyone in a uniform
(even a fucking oilfield workers jumpsuit) made it really easy for me.
The hardest thing for me was getting together enough money for the
drilling equipment. I cant stand working for idiots and asshole, which
seems to be 95% of the business owners in this country. The explosives
themselves came from a recipe right off of the old Internet. My
enhancements to the formula did increase the yield four fold, of course.
The electronics werent much more complicated than a childs remote
controlled car. The brilliant part was the detontator.
I recorded a CD with an encoding of the signal required to set off
the charges, interwoven into a four-track recording I did myself. I was
surprised at how receptive they were at the radio station. Funny thing
is, they liked it so much, they almost broadcast it on the spot when I
dropped it off. If I hadnt asked the guy to wait and play it on Friday
at five p.m., I would have been as screwed as the rest of you people.
I wish I had a video of it. Four miles of Mississippi River levee
collapsing to the tune of When the Levee Breaks by Led Zeppelin.
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