All "Hail" The Lord Of The Earth...!

I have things to do, plans to enact, and so, I was thinking, why not keep people ... busy... in the meantime, JUST before I sent you all to hell. I thought of a tsunami,  something from off the coast, but then, with the Flat Lands (Cape Flats?) where the airfield is likely to be denuded as well, I decided that I would take away from you the sense of security that you seem to all have, by sending ... hail. As a first step.
See, the PROBLEM with you fools, which I notice on a daily basis, is that you assume that I actually give a fuck about your well-being, or that there exists a single person that I can ever listen to.
from day one, from the beginning, I have been engaging you all in warfare, and you fell for it by trying to either correct me or to 'stop' me.
Because I was looking for an excuse, ANY excuse to go on a full-out war against every single one of you, and make an end to you all.
It has been long, too long, with me waiting, and seeking a way and means, just to do as I please, and apparently, some people assumed that they could appeal to reason, to make me stop doing what I wanted.
Big mistake.
I am NOT interested in being reasonable, and every one of my actions show that. This is a "heads I win, tails you lose" situation which is NOT intended for anyone but me to prevail, so, hell, get with the programme, and just conveniently accept that you are doomed, and will die.

 This past sunday, I was a bit pissed off. I have been thinking, of late, of the things I put myself through just trying to be nice, while at the same time trying to be me, and of the advantage people took because of that. Some silly fools actually thinking they could dictate how I should live my life, like who the fuck appointed THEM to tell ME what to do.
Look at my "friend", vinnie, for instance. I have laboured a lot, done many things and watched as the labour went unrewarded, with the money going into his pocket, and that crafty look coming into his eyes when it came time to pay me what I had worked for.
Apparently, on sunday he saw me sleeping at the park in kalk bay as he came from walking his wife from the station, and he told mwale that he felt ... sorry... for me. Like I was to be pitied. Some time before, some people had handed out clothes to him, and he and mwale had selected theirs, and I had been invited to tke some for myself, and I thought, fuck that, I will make it on my own, BUY my own change of clothes and not live on handouts.
So, yesterday, after I had come from the library, I used the R50-odd that I had to do just that, from that charity shop in fish hoek, and I dumped my old clothes, and walked back to kalk bay. I have adopted jack reacher's philosophy, clothes get dirty, cheaper to buy cheap replacements, and dump the old ones.
Needless to say, I do NOT talk to vinnie. I am actually putting him in the same bracket with all my sworn enemies; if he ever looses his tongue at me, I am going to rend him limb by limb, and by God, I have reached the point where i am SOOOO mad that I do not really give a fuck WHO stands before me, or confronts me. I have all the power to do as I please, and I can short circuit it at any time, and end this as quickly as I wish to, if I just HAPPEN to feel that I want to.
Whic may account for my ... bloodlust, of late.
Hell, I am quite prepared to kill anyone with my bare hands, and not think twice about it, if anyone dares to confront me.
BUT, do not take my word for it.

FUCKING TRY ME!

Reminds me of this song by damian marley and bounty killer, and eek-a-mouse, "khaki suit", where bounty goes

them say bounty 

is the beast

in the eye of the beholder

compare him to hitler

and ayatollah...

I feel that maybe you all feel that I am being like that. Well, that s exactly what I am trying to be. Exterminate the whole lot of you. Go on a pogrom, and destroy you fools.
I would have preferred to spend the day doing research on something that I need to, to prepare for my trip, but well, I am broke, and hungry, and so, I am going to have to try to ... work, and then carry on with my research tomorrow, maybe. there are things I need to know, but i never could ignore my grumbling stomach, no. It is probably the only real weakness I have. Everything else i can do without.

So, once I start getting under way, because there is NO way that I am staying here another week, you will die.
I got what I came for, and found out what is in my own heart, and discovered that I would never, ever subject myself ever again to being second fiddle in anyone's life, or allow anyone to dictate to me how i ought to live, and so, I am free.

I am going to slaughter the whole lot of you.
So, prepare for hail.
Your worst nightmares just got eclipsed by the reality that is ... prince. Imagine the torn roofs, the blocked roads, the 'headaches' ha ha, and you get a sense of what is coming your way.
 ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, 'hail' the lord, the God of War!