James Cannon is god

Its been 5 years... but I can't get his face out of my mind. His smile, his glasses, his Green Bay Packers shirt... no amount of booze can get rid of this melancholic longing deep within my soul. The impact that James left on my soul is immeasurable in magnitude. A crater with an impact so wide and deep has been etched with non-removable scars. Can we live without him? Is it possible to live in a world where our own begotten ruler has forsaken us? I sometimes wonder if he thinks of his abandoned disciples, and I wonder when I will get the chance to kill him.