Tac

Yesh... you might know me, you might not. Either way, you should be grateful. I am the almighty Tac, pursuer of the pointless and master of junk.
Me is: Felis Sapiens, metal monkey, gomino sensei, hairless domesticated primate of the first order.
Statements:

People are in general, and sometimes in particular, ugly, smelly and full of goo. I’ve checked.
Crowds are scary, the bigger the crowd, the smaller the intelligence quota per capita.
Hippies are biodegradable. They are also totally incapable of coherent, strategic acting. Anti-shanti, you soapdodging hippiecrites!
Your intelligence is directly proportional to the amount of people watching you.
Getting nowhere is a full time job.
Children should be transported bound, gagged and stuffed in a duffel bag.

Me hisses : Me purrs Bodyhair : Fur Freedomfighters : Terrorists Most other hairless domesticated primates : Felines Fat primates : Heavy duty chunky machines Popular musics : Bass, growls and gnarly *chunk!*noises Thoughtless consumption : Refined selection Advertising : Propaganda
I guess by now you either hate me and all that I stand for passionately, or you are convinced that we have a lot in common, and would absolutely love to get into a lengthy chat about politics, misanthropy, felines and smells emanating from public restrooms. Either way, don’t. Hating me would only further my strafe to make you all suffer and pay, and agreeing would only bring angst-filled pity over your poor soulless cadaver of a being. Best just stay the hell outta my way. Lets have coffee someday.
Tat bout it fer neow.