Okay, so let me get this straight, we have all these incredible scientists, doctors, researchers, working on cures for things like cancer, aids, the flu, pneumonia and herpes etc. Right? So, all of our money that we throw at these retards with glasses and what have we accomplished? Charaties. That's right, we have foundations that basically want more of our money to make the lives of these people who will eventually die, better.Not one of these mother fuckers has even came close to solving the cancer, or aids or any of that.But thanks to my enlightened mind i have come up with a solution once and for all.Quarantine and eliminate!..i nearly jerked myself off just thinking about it. 3 Steps to cure aids/cancer/everything wrong with idiots who contract diseases: Step 1: Quarantine; This means a MANDITORY round up and testing of every mother fucker, otherwise it's death. If we find that you have a disease, you're dick is cut off so you can no longer breed your infestation with normal people. If you are a female your vagina would be locked up through a method not yet invented, but in the process of doing so. Step 2: Complet cut off from the rest of society; This means absolutely NO contact with anyone diseased whatsoever, they live in their domes, we live outside in the real world. Step 3: Only healthy, non-diseased peoples will mate with other non-diseased peoples. This will then produce only healthy babies so that the next generations will be completely disease-free and live prosperous lives. Think about it, many people contract diseases from people who don't even know they have it. Eliminate those that do, and problem solved. This goes the same for deformed babies and alike. It's basically like re-calling bad food, re-call all the shitty ones( ppl with aids ) and make sure it never spreads out. The infected will die off in a couple decades and bam, that would be the end of it. I know this plan would never be implemented because of the human rights issues, but if you seriously stop and think about its the only shure and immediate way to rid ourselves of the diseased.No more awkward "get well soon" cards for terminally ill people, no more wasting money on research that promises a cure is in sight all while the scientists use the money to buy new Volvo's and Hyundai's fuck that shit! http://www.depts.ttu.edu/communications/vistas/archive/01-winter/images/genius-1.jpg
I remember how my Great Uncle Jerry would sit on the porch and whittle all day long. Once he whittled me a toy boat out of a larger toy boat I had. It was almost as good as the first one, except now it had bumpy whittle marks all over it. And no paint, because he had whittled off the paint.
In other words...
Psycho: The name's Francis Soyer, but everybody calls me Psycho. Any of you guys call me Francis, and I'll kill you.
Leon: Ooooooh.
Psycho: You just made the list, buddy. And I don't like nobody touching my stuff. So just keep your meat-hooks off. If I catch any of you guys in my stuff, I'll kill you. Also, I don't like nobody touching me. Now, any of you homos touch me, and I'll kill you.
Sergeant Hulka: Lighten up, Francis.:grandmais
Psycho: The name's Francis Soyer, but everybody calls me Psycho. Any of you guys call me Francis, and I'll kill you.
Leon: Ooooooh.
Psycho: You just made the list, buddy. And I don't like nobody touching my stuff. So just keep your meat-hooks off. If I catch any of you guys in my stuff, I'll kill you. Also, I don't like nobody touching me. Now, any of you homos touch me, and I'll kill you.
Sergeant Hulka: Lighten up, Francis.:grandmais
Hitchhiker: You heard of this thing, the 8-Minute Abs?
Ted: Yeah, sure, 8-Minute Abs. Yeah, the excercise video.
Hitchhiker: Yeah, this is going to blow that right out of the water. Listen to this: 7... Minute... Abs.
Ted: Right. Yes. OK, all right. I see where you're going.
Hitchhiker: Think about it. You walk into a video store, you see 8-Minute Abs sittin' there, there's 7-Minute Abs right beside it. Which one are you gonna pick, man?
Ted: I would go for the 7.
Hitchhiker: Bingo, man, bingo. 7-Minute Abs. And we guarantee just as good a workout as the 8-minute folk.
Ted: You guarantee it? That's - how do you do that?
Hitchhiker: If you're not happy with the first 7 minutes, we're gonna send you the extra minute free. You see? That's it. That's our motto. That's where we're comin' from. That's from "A" to "B".
Ted: That's right. That's - that's good. That's good. Unless, of course, somebody comes up with 6-Minute Abs. Then you're in trouble, huh?
[Hitchhiker convulses]
Hitchhiker: No! No, no, not 6! I said 7. Nobody's comin' up with 6. Who works out in 6 minutes? You won't even get your heart goin, not even a mouse on a wheel.
Ted: That - good point.
Hitchhiker: 7's the key number here. Think about it. 7-Elevens. 7 dwarves. 7, man, that's the number. 7 chipmunks twirlin' on a branch, eatin' lots of sunflowers on my uncle's ranch. You know that old children's tale from the sea. It's like you're dreamin' about Gorgonzola cheese when it's clearly Brie time, baby. Step into my office.
Ted: Why?
Hitchhiker: 'Cause you're fuckin' fired!
Ted: Yeah, sure, 8-Minute Abs. Yeah, the excercise video.
Hitchhiker: Yeah, this is going to blow that right out of the water. Listen to this: 7... Minute... Abs.
Ted: Right. Yes. OK, all right. I see where you're going.
Hitchhiker: Think about it. You walk into a video store, you see 8-Minute Abs sittin' there, there's 7-Minute Abs right beside it. Which one are you gonna pick, man?
Ted: I would go for the 7.
Hitchhiker: Bingo, man, bingo. 7-Minute Abs. And we guarantee just as good a workout as the 8-minute folk.
Ted: You guarantee it? That's - how do you do that?
Hitchhiker: If you're not happy with the first 7 minutes, we're gonna send you the extra minute free. You see? That's it. That's our motto. That's where we're comin' from. That's from "A" to "B".
Ted: That's right. That's - that's good. That's good. Unless, of course, somebody comes up with 6-Minute Abs. Then you're in trouble, huh?
[Hitchhiker convulses]
Hitchhiker: No! No, no, not 6! I said 7. Nobody's comin' up with 6. Who works out in 6 minutes? You won't even get your heart goin, not even a mouse on a wheel.
Ted: That - good point.
Hitchhiker: 7's the key number here. Think about it. 7-Elevens. 7 dwarves. 7, man, that's the number. 7 chipmunks twirlin' on a branch, eatin' lots of sunflowers on my uncle's ranch. You know that old children's tale from the sea. It's like you're dreamin' about Gorgonzola cheese when it's clearly Brie time, baby. Step into my office.
Ted: Why?
Hitchhiker: 'Cause you're fuckin' fired!
