Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! This shit is whack! Long story short: I owned a house in Northern California until about nine years ago. Had some cats. Was aware of the difference between cat fleas (which are reddish, smaller, softer) and dog fleas (which are larger & blacker). Over the years, I had dealt with both, since the neighbors behind had big dogs, and occasionally a few dog fleas ended up in my back yard. Using topical liquid flea medicine, eventually eradicated both (the coup de grace having required a pack of six bug bombs to be used one year, after which, zero fleas for several years). Then, one day, a different type of flea appeared. They literally walked in under the back door in a seemingly coordinated pack of hundreds, starting on a specific day. Saw them as they just started ambling in. They did not jump unless threatened. They were resistant to topical flea poison, Raid, even Ortho Home Defense (which is the only poison on the market that can kill black widows). They were even resistant to being stomped on with my biker boots on linoleum. Saw a documentary once, describing how the Japanese had dropped anthrax-infected fleas from airplanes on peasants in Manchuria. (No, not with tiny parachutes.) This was definitely something similar to that, since my neighborhood had been redesignated at the beginning of the second Bush Administration as a nigger neighborhood (despite not actually containing any niggers whatsoever); and by a few years into the Obama Administration, I was among a handful of white holdouts, who would not relinquish my land to the (still extant) nigger presidential regime. Eventually, I set about informing corporate clones, public servants, banking parasites, bureaucratic shitstains, many many many people of the price to pay that would be levied upon them by my vengeance when I did ... when I did ... well what I would do, I knew not: But they will be the comic terrors of the earth. (Yes, Virginia, I went first full Tyler Durden (complete with a year and a half worth of single serving selves); and then, eventually, I went full Joker.) While I was being arrested by Homeland Security the first time, I heard them comment about the fleas. Those fucking fleas would single out a target, and then swarm it en masse. Had learned before, that they did not overly prefer cats. Not enough blood? They preferred human legs. The cops & feds were practically taking off their pants, trying to shake the buggers off. Eventually, lost the fight to retain my property in the burgeoning nigger ghetto, on this potential Planet of the Nigger Faggot Apes. My cats were relocated to a friend’s ranch, where they live, fat and happy and flea free, to this day. Still keeping up the fight to make the villains of this story pay for their transgressions, which will never be forgiven nor ever forgotten. The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire! The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire! The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire! We don’t need no water! Let the motherfucker burn! Burn, motherfucker! Burn! Project Apocalypse is proceeding relatively nicely. Perhaps some confusion and/or miscommunication along the way. Nicely, of course, in a relatively malleable sense. Indubitably, there will be unanticipated kinks along the way. It’s a little like fishing, but a lot like herding cats (bait here, scare there, cast a broader net). Except with Biblical plagues & atomic bombs. And extraterrestrial biological enemies. Oops! Entities. (Did I mention I invited some friends? Now, where did I put that cookie cutter?) H&K BFF oo