8-15-11

Dear Cancer,

To begin with let me say Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.  I tried to warn you, and I tried to be nice.  You should have known that when we sent those CT Scans and MRI scans out to locate you, that we would find you and then send in our search and destroy team.  You failed to heed that warning, and you will suffer for it.

We first decided to go medieval on your ass by poisoning you.  You made me course poison through my boy’s body all because you decided to get aggressive.  We got most of you with the poison.  A normal entity would have just wrapped it up and called it a day after 99% of itself was destroyed though poison.  Even a virus knows to skiv off when it can no longer affect its host.  You are clearly a lower form of life than a stupid virus.

Now we are not playing around any more.  We gave you a chance to go quietly into that good night, but noooooooooo, you had to stick around.  You are like the dude who tries to hang around the bar at the very end of the night when all of the workers want to go home just because you know that you are not welcome anywhere else.  Well you know what?  You’re not welcome here.

Today is the beginning of the end for you.  Going medieval on your ass did not seem to work so we are going forward in time.  Today we are going to nuke your ass.  We are going to take all of the potential devastation that could have occurred had the Cold War gone Hot.  But here is the shitty part for you.  The Cold War never went hot because both sides knew that to nuke is to be nuked.  For you; however, you have no response to our firepower.  You have no defense to the reign of death that we are bringing you.  You have no way to stop us from killing you while simultaneously saving Cole from you.  You are done. 

Just thought you should know.  Also please be advised that after you are done we will all be raising our glasses and toasting your destruction.  Peace out, and screw you.

Regards,

Jim Baker