I used to work at a company that did analyses on earthquakes, storms and the like. I once visited Baguio, and Mt. Mayon, a volcano in the Philippines. I wore a sweater made in Turkey, and I have Japanese friends in Kobe.
One of my other jobs was to do documentation for a large Hotel chain, which has one in Baguio. Therefore, not only do I have to be convinced that the profession is dead, the individuals are dead, and their children are dead, I will have to for the rest of my life observe world events and start Jihad all over again at my whim. I'm a smart guy too, and can figure stuff out. I'm also a touchee ass bastard. If I die, I'll just continue from my grave, or wherever I am at the time. Oooh time!!!! That's communique set three plus. Communique set two guarantees me the newly-dead will get a nice reception. AAAAAaaaaaaRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!
