roger is disapointedthatthe real everyday horrors are not enough.
he demands some romantic abomination to lessen the burden ofavertinghis eyes from the horrors down the street. he's disappointed that there is only famine and disease and conquest and genocide and capitlaism to suffer.
Oh, the real horrors are plenty. Problem is, while they are EVIL, they aren't COOL. Would you rather deal with a soul-crushing bureaucracy, or a 200 foot tall killer wombat? You're doomed either way, so why not deal with the evil that at least has some STYLE?
he wants something he can point at and say "this is the cause of our problems. this is evil."
or so the original post apparently indicates.
1. I can already do that. What I want is evil that is FUN.
2. No, you pretty much made that up. Well done, my most faithful adherent.
i'm sorry reality doesn't live up to your expectation.
well no i'm not. niether am i surprised.
ireggardless, naw, i didn't make that up. it was sitting there slapping me in the face.
i understand, it's too close. and i am not among the elite, the favoured.
don't worry roger, i have a long way to go before i am faithful or adherent to you. i'd have to treat my so called friends like toys. betray their trusts andthe confidences for the purposes of my little games, and then mock them for having trusted you for a good several months afterwards. nto to mention declaring how you're holding back because they're your friends that you habituallydrag through the mud. oh but then i'd have to get them to apoligze for standing up to themselves against my bullying, and ask me to come back to do it again next week after i acted like a lost puppy following everyone around trying to remind them what a great guy i am when i'm not dragging them through the mud. yes. you don't see itbecause, you don't care to look. every time it's someone else's fault. right now, it is my fault, that you will seek retribution upon me in some form. good for you the internet is endless, that you will never have to be alone, for that that is wages of your labour. lucky you.
sincerely,
your friendly neighborhood lying unemployed methhead balding marginalizer.
oh and forgive me, oh god, forarguing with your self image of yourself. you're like jesus, only angry and bitter and not at all like jesus. oops i did it again. wtf is wrong with me? these lies i keep sprouting. it must be a smear campaign against you? because anyone around you gets what they deserve when you treat them like your toy again and again. they've been
warned.
