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Continuing on with the list of people who deserve to be locked in a dark cell in the crust of the earth with only rats and spiders as companions and their own excrement as nourishment:
Jocks
- Okay sports fans, don't get so upset yet. A jock, according to my definition, is not just any athlete. A jock is THE athlete. The embodiment of physical endurance. The epitome of superhuman strength and endurance. The paragon of STUPIDITY. I believe that jocks have too much muscle and too little brain. Scratch that. All muscle and no brain. I'm serious! Okay, St. A's kids, have you ever talked to Brenden Kull, Steve Fulfree, John Deluschia, Mark Smith, Cardberry, etc.? It's like talking to a brick, but at least a brick will give you better responses (e.g. a brick won't randomly say, "Yayeah ... that's right BITCH!" and break out into horrible, horrible rap music). And they all go around thinking that they're so cool, just because they're a captain of this, or won an award in that, or can drink so many beers, or screwed this girl or that last night.
Okay, maybe I'm being unfair. Jocks are all right in my book. I'm glad to know that someone's there to make sure that the French fries at McDonald's are served to me nice and hot and that my pizza gets delivered within 30 minutes (credit to Maddox for that). They also make sure that I will have an endless supply of subjects to rant on because, well, they do practically everything I'm against - smoking, getting mindlessly drunk, listening to rap music, annoying catch-phrases ....
Otakus
- "What the hell is an otaku? Is that Chinese or something?" Japanese, actually, you uncultured America-loving dimwit. An otaku is one obsessed with anime. As in, overly obsessed. As in, has pictures of anime girls on walls. As in, masturbates to hentai. As in, talks nonstop about anime. As in, keeps talking about anime when no one GIVES A SHIT. Now don't get me wrong, I'm an anime fan myself. But I know better than to let it control me (thank you Niko). I can't help but feel sorry for seeing how pathetic people look. You know, the overweight guys with weird hair and faces thickly populated with pimples that go around talking about that final battle in Cowboy Bebop like it was the climax of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, or talking about how hot some anime girl is (news flash for you: SHE'S NOT REAL), or how they're so much like some character (try this otakus - get a real idol that kicks ass like Bono from U2, who sings good music, aids the poor people around the world [U2 alone has donated more money to poor people than the last 4 presidents], not some animated fictitious entity like Vash the Stampede, whose greatest accomplishment is NOT killing people even with a big ass gun). But here's even better advice for otakus: GO OUTSIDE.
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Ooooooh, I have so much anger inside right now that I can rant on just about anything. If you are in any way offended by anything I've written, do the following steps. Back away from your computer screen a few steps, put up your middle fingers, and say, "Fuck you, Jeff" and be on your merry way. I don't want you to agree with me. Hell, I don't want you to like me any better or worse.
More to come. Expect: abusive boyfriends and their abused girlfriends, reality TV, and maybe even rap music in the future.
Jocks
- Okay sports fans, don't get so upset yet. A jock, according to my definition, is not just any athlete. A jock is THE athlete. The embodiment of physical endurance. The epitome of superhuman strength and endurance. The paragon of STUPIDITY. I believe that jocks have too much muscle and too little brain. Scratch that. All muscle and no brain. I'm serious! Okay, St. A's kids, have you ever talked to Brenden Kull, Steve Fulfree, John Deluschia, Mark Smith, Cardberry, etc.? It's like talking to a brick, but at least a brick will give you better responses (e.g. a brick won't randomly say, "Yayeah ... that's right BITCH!" and break out into horrible, horrible rap music). And they all go around thinking that they're so cool, just because they're a captain of this, or won an award in that, or can drink so many beers, or screwed this girl or that last night.
Okay, maybe I'm being unfair. Jocks are all right in my book. I'm glad to know that someone's there to make sure that the French fries at McDonald's are served to me nice and hot and that my pizza gets delivered within 30 minutes (credit to Maddox for that). They also make sure that I will have an endless supply of subjects to rant on because, well, they do practically everything I'm against - smoking, getting mindlessly drunk, listening to rap music, annoying catch-phrases ....
Otakus
- "What the hell is an otaku? Is that Chinese or something?" Japanese, actually, you uncultured America-loving dimwit. An otaku is one obsessed with anime. As in, overly obsessed. As in, has pictures of anime girls on walls. As in, masturbates to hentai. As in, talks nonstop about anime. As in, keeps talking about anime when no one GIVES A SHIT. Now don't get me wrong, I'm an anime fan myself. But I know better than to let it control me (thank you Niko). I can't help but feel sorry for seeing how pathetic people look. You know, the overweight guys with weird hair and faces thickly populated with pimples that go around talking about that final battle in Cowboy Bebop like it was the climax of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, or talking about how hot some anime girl is (news flash for you: SHE'S NOT REAL), or how they're so much like some character (try this otakus - get a real idol that kicks ass like Bono from U2, who sings good music, aids the poor people around the world [U2 alone has donated more money to poor people than the last 4 presidents], not some animated fictitious entity like Vash the Stampede, whose greatest accomplishment is NOT killing people even with a big ass gun). But here's even better advice for otakus: GO OUTSIDE.
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Ooooooh, I have so much anger inside right now that I can rant on just about anything. If you are in any way offended by anything I've written, do the following steps. Back away from your computer screen a few steps, put up your middle fingers, and say, "Fuck you, Jeff" and be on your merry way. I don't want you to agree with me. Hell, I don't want you to like me any better or worse.
More to come. Expect: abusive boyfriends and their abused girlfriends, reality TV, and maybe even rap music in the future.