Listen up, fucker. I don't agree with this shit because he's a fucking pussy. He doesn't want the job, but he has to do it and it's killing his family time--that right there is whining. Fine, you go ahead and call me a bitch, but at least I'm a fucking honest bitch. I call this like I see it. Kennedy doesn't have the experience to lead, much less the balls if all he's gonna do is complain.

If he can't take people 'breathing down his neck', then he shouldn't be in fucking charge of jack. Hate to break it to you, fucker, but I'm part of this shittastic crew of assholes. I'm pretty sure not everyone fucking agrees with me and guess the fuck what?--more power to them. I'm getting pretty fucking tired of people getting up in my face for stating my own goddamn opinion just because they don't agree me...or my son. John can take care of himself and he's been in worse places than you can fucking dream about.

You spend your whole fucking life being hunted by machines that are linked to each other all the fucking time, machines that don't stop to refuel, to eat, to take a shit. You motherfucking go through the terror of watching you planet become a decimated wasteland where it had once been green and full of life, you watch your friends and your family being torn apart, hunted like rats, flushed out, killed, and left bleach-boned in the sun while the world around your crumbles. You do that and you still, after seeing all the fire and destruction and shit, find enough hope and fight left in you to not only fucking survive, but organize a fucking resistance against the metal motherfuckers who have killed and maimed and destroyed everything you ever loved.

Kennedy doesn't have the fucking experience. He doesn't fucking know this shit. Trying to do his fucking best doesn't cut it. You don't show weakness. You don't give the enemy something to hook into. You don't complain and whine and moan about your responsibilities. You fucking do it every single day regardless of your family time being jacked.