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| Listen to the ocelot woman |
The internet is a great place to get your voice heard. It
evens the playing field. In real life no one would listen to you because you’re
a walleyed coupon-cutting bitch who smells like hay, or an evil dandruffy nerd
who’s not even smart wearing a church shirt. But because of the anonymity of
the internet nobody can visually ID the cloak of invalidity that covers you
like ditch maggots on a possum corpse. You’ve concealed your shittiness. Now
people read what you have to say and they judge it based on your words only.
The reader has to assume that you’re a reasonable person, and not a bad permed bi-polar
ex-stepmom who loves internet pseudoscience or a teen WWE loving dog
jacker-offer or a self-righteous new vegan with an unrelenting coalmine-fire of
rage and an ITunes full of reggae, socially conscious hip-hop, and Barenaked
Ladies. I hate your stupid opinion. You’re wrong. You’re not smart. You’re not
funny. Whoever gave you the idea that you were smart? Whoever gave you the idea
you were funny? You deserve nothing. You pollute society with your half-baked
ideas. You don’t ever ponder anything. You know where a person like you would
do great? Prison. Stupidity rules in prison. You’d never have to read and there’s
always gossip & bullshit fables that everyone believes. I hate you. I
honestly hate you. I HATE you. But I am like you. I…I am you.
