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a quality rant taken from a forum:
"Follow your heart, some say. I say, shut the fuck up and get a job. I don't give a fuck what kind of beautiful unique person you are. I like clean food, running water, electric light, and safe streets. I don't need your stupid fucking personality. All I need is your labor. I am willing to pay my part to run a civilization, but don't make the mistake of thinking you are irreplaceable. If you were, your death would be a tragedy. The fact is, it doesn't matter if you die so long as people keep fucking without birth control. You are a piece of organic machinery. If you don't want to admit it, go fuck around a pond and write poems about it, I don't care. Just don't come whining to me when you've got a disease from licking toads. You were born; you will die. The universe continues without noticing. If Haley's comet smashes into the Earth and kills ever last human, then one insignificant star will have a different-looking planet circling it. No one cares. No one but astronomers notice. It'll be a minor notation in a lab book on the planet Zerg. And when he Zergians are destroyed themselves by a supernova, people on mars will come out at night for five minutes or so to look at the pretty new star, then lose interest and go watch "who wants to have access to liquid water."
Nothing you do matters.
Nothing you say will be remembered long.
You are irrelevant.
Get over it and cook my fucking hamburger."
"Follow your heart, some say. I say, shut the fuck up and get a job. I don't give a fuck what kind of beautiful unique person you are. I like clean food, running water, electric light, and safe streets. I don't need your stupid fucking personality. All I need is your labor. I am willing to pay my part to run a civilization, but don't make the mistake of thinking you are irreplaceable. If you were, your death would be a tragedy. The fact is, it doesn't matter if you die so long as people keep fucking without birth control. You are a piece of organic machinery. If you don't want to admit it, go fuck around a pond and write poems about it, I don't care. Just don't come whining to me when you've got a disease from licking toads. You were born; you will die. The universe continues without noticing. If Haley's comet smashes into the Earth and kills ever last human, then one insignificant star will have a different-looking planet circling it. No one cares. No one but astronomers notice. It'll be a minor notation in a lab book on the planet Zerg. And when he Zergians are destroyed themselves by a supernova, people on mars will come out at night for five minutes or so to look at the pretty new star, then lose interest and go watch "who wants to have access to liquid water."
Nothing you do matters.
Nothing you say will be remembered long.
You are irrelevant.
Get over it and cook my fucking hamburger."