Sex, sex, sex. It’s the pursuit of the typical dull American. Most are overweight illiterates who dream of movie stars and starlets, so they copulate with other fat Americans while fantasizing of someone inaccessible, as their partner does likewise. They create scores of additional little fat Americans, who will someday grow up to have sex with your neighbor’s chubby children. The circle of life.
I don’t have sex, so if I want my future progeny to survive in a world that’s collapsing under the weight of your children, I’m going to have to take some non-action. No longer shall I protest your mammoth SUVs, but instead I’ll sit back and hope your reproductive organs get crushed in a motor accident.