I suddenly feel compelled to rant a little bit on the sheer stupidity of all the hype surrounding yesterday’s date. 6 June, 2006. So fucking what.
Rescheduling (which is retarded in and of itself unless absolutely medically necessary) the birth of your child so that his/her birthday doesn’t end up 6/6/06. Talk about retarded. I have trouble believing that a rational human being, even a Christian one, could find the superstition of the ‘number of the beast’ a compelling enough reason to take any kind of drastic action.
I invite the antichrist, “please, come to us already; purge the planet of all those wankers.”