Robots Don't Have Thumbs

This blog is a place where I will infrequently post my mental activity, regardless of it's relevance or quality. I will keep my revolutionary thought-spasms brief, not because I lack motivation or conviction, but because I only type with my thumbs in order to strenghten my arsenal of apposable pollicals, that human evolution has equipt me with.

My ultimate goal is that no one will read this blog. Instead, upon catching wind of the anti-tech-no-trust-olution, people will dispose of their LCD screened, superfluous, re-chargeable, anti-social crutches, cover their homes in aluminum foil, and start conversing with eachother using only their jaw muscles and vocal chords.

My penultimate goal for this blog is that when the robots finally do turn on us, and they will, I can show this to the scientists responsible, and make them eat it.

I will also pay homage to our savior-to-be, the almighty Will Smith. In the end, when the robots come to enslave or destroy us, the Royal Prince of Bel Air will protect us all....him and a lot of super soakers. Luckily for us, he'll also save us from Aliens.

Our next best defense is a biological weapon we all posess, the brain. Don't follow twitter, don't read this blog, read a book.

Good luck to us all.

==Big Willie style all init==