Sunglasses and speedos in the radiation afterglow

I am sick of feeding you. All of you, your vacuous minds gaping like a hungry retarded children waiting for the spoons to be thrust with helicopter sounds into drooling gobs.
Your desert like emptiness is too much for my mind to bear, a vast concrete nothingness filled with what? what? you tell me, your small mean pettiness is almost inconceivable in its conceited arrogance.
Your self pity and desperate pleas for approval are, in the words on one greater than I, Human all too Human.
Why wont you stop, why wont you die, why is your stupidity rewarded, you basket weavers and hunters of the post-industrial age.
Your inferior genes are polluting the world, your weak ideals and pathetic tolerance, your inability to say I believe and yes and no, but only maybe, your subservience to a market place of the mind, where is strength, sovereign affirmations? You disgrace two thousand years of intellectual endeavor to wallow pig like in the swill of consumerism, gorging your bulbous frames on a diet of consumer electronics and vapid infotainment.
Where are the raised fists, the explosions the rebellion. You - the youth of the west have been bought - I accuse you Judus! JUDUS!, you have sold the soul of western civilization for 20 pieces of silver. Our glorious history crucified for what? Trinkets, couches, central heating, television, holidays to bali, promiscious sex and belgian chocolate.
Will you too wear the dead man's tie when you realise the magnitude of your betrayal?
I'm so tired of it all, I want to rend, tear and destroy, but cannot and so I wait and wait for that moment in which the whole world turns translucent in the bright nuclear twilight and your lives turn to dust as I tan in the radiation afterglow.
Hate washes over me and I realise that you wont go so easily, no you will just continue to pollute my space with your filth, your decadent and disgraceful thoughtless existences, you wont die, you wont rot, no instead your ignorance will allow you to prosper as you crowd your hovels with tacky goods that you forget you cant take on your final journey, a journey we can only hope is fast approaching.
You are fucking sickening the lot of you, your slow asphyxiation by an earth extracting revenge for your idiocy is better than you deserve.

Thank the almighty that this digital void into which I pour alternating portions of vitriol and enlightenment has come to assume the role of an open diary for me, because in your case, and yes I do mean you not some amorphous you whom I metaphorically refer to in order to score literary points and to move my plot forward, in your case I believe that altruism is beyond me, even the act of pulling the trigger on the captive bolt gun i strapped to your head would not be an act of mercy, but an act of triumph, the true meaning of oder Wie man mit dem Hammer philosophiert!!!