anonymous

Fuck you, anonymous. In fact, fuck you, fuck your mother, and fuck your dog.

Jesus, I am cheesed off, and I just saw "Jarhead", so I am all like "ooh-rah" and shit. Which is odd, because I find organized killing to be a last resort for human interaction, but oh well...

Look, if you are going to read my blog, get a feel for it. I have a structure. It's simple, easy to discern, and repetitive. If you can't wrap your head around the fact that the title of my entries usually only have a tangential relation with the substance of the subject that I am writing about, then you are a moron.

I hate morons. Not mentally deficient people; morons. Those that are so blind that they do not see.

I have to deal with slow people every once in a while. Generally, they are sensitive people that got dealt a bad hand at congenital poker. I do my best to not act like an asshole around such folk, even when they smell of urine. Hell, one high moving piece of road debris aimed at my head, and I am right there with them.

Morons, on the other hand... no force in the universe would ever make me a moron. If I don't know something, I try to find out about it. I don't make a snarky comment on a blog.

That's the act of a moron. Anonymous, you are a moron. You could build a hundred bridges, but you won't be a bridge-builder in my mind; you will always be, and are, a moron, to me.

Now swallow five gallons of diesel fuel and go outside to smoke.