Oh, no, did someone hurt your feelings? You want them to have legal repercussions? For hurting your feelings? FUCK YYYOUUUU

These people.

These fucking people. Yeah, you know who I’m talking about. That guy, who if you ever say “haha, you’re a tard” after he trips over his own foot, he’ll be filled with indignant, pointless rage and want to sue you. That guy will actually want to fucking sue you, oh yes.

Threaten someone over a video game? Get sued!

Point out that someone’s fat?

SSSSUUEEEEDDDDDDD

Now, I don’t even live in the “good ol’ U S of A” where this shit seems to happen most anymore, and because of that, I want YOU, yes, YOU, to give me more examples of these things and maybe elaborate why this is even exists in the murrican ideasphere, why people feel so fucking important that they should never have their feelings hurt or their ideals criticized by anyone ever.

Except… that’s kind of pointless because nobody reads this shit, so yeah..

Do it anyway, though.

I don’t even

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Sellout or Survival

Guess who’s back?

Alright. I’ve got some more shit to complain about. Brace yourselves!

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I’m sick and fucking tired of all these little shits constantly complaining about people ‘selling out’ if they ever bother to endorse anything or advertise anything in any way shape or form, regardless of whether or not said endorsements or advertisements are invasive, unfit, and/or just plain useless. Listen here: what the FUCK is wrong with trying to make money?

I understand if someone changes their entire presentation and mutilates their content beyond recognition just to endorse the shit out of a product. I’d be pissed, too… but what the hell is wrong with just saying what you want to say for an endorsement or advertisement, then just continue on with presenting their content without changing the actual presentation in any way, shape, or form? Some people who bring entertainment to you, for example, perhaps a channel on YouTube, have no other talents other than presenting that content to you. In fact, that’s one of the many reasons people turn to the Internet in the first place!

Not everyone is cut out for work. Some of us are fucked up in the head, or physically incapable, or just incapable of interacting and cooperating with other humans on a regular basis. Those who can’t work and will only cause distress to both themselves and their colleagues can always find their place in the Internet. This means their ONE AND ONLY SOLE SOURCE OF FUCKING INCOME can come from advertisement revenue! Are we really going to get THAT pissy at people for trying to make money, especially if they have no other source of income?

Come on, humanity. We’re better than this.

At least, we like to think we are.

Excuse me, good sir, what have you proclaimed is beyond my understanding.

I say, what the devil did you just audaciously proclaim about my well-being, you trollop? I shall inform you that I have graduated top of my class at the Gentleman’s Academy of Sophisticated Persons, and have been involved in numerous endeavors with the Ruffians down the street from my abode; might I also add that I’ve accumulated over 300 pieces of antique furniture? I am educated in fine dining and high class catering and I’m the top Victorian era furniture appraiser in the entire high society. You are naught to me but a simple, uncouth brute. I shall embarrass the dickens out of you with class the likes of which has never been witnessed before on this humble planet, I solemnly promise. You assume you can disrespect my image on the internet? Think again, savage. As we speak I am contacting my diligent secretary to arrange a brunch together at the finest coffee shop in town, so you had better prepare a fetching enough outfit to compete with my immaculate attire, barbarian. The brunch that sends you packing back to the countryside. You are inevitably defeated, heathen. I can be booked at any appointment, any hour, and I can educate you in over seven hundred cultures, and that’s just with the literary selection in my guest lobby. Not only am I extensively fluent in in several languages, I have access to the entire Giorgio Armani fall collection and I will flaunt it’s finely tailored mastery to outshine your drab, common appearance off the face of humanity, you slob. If only you had foreseen the kind of comeuppance your inflammatory “insignificant” comment was bound to earn you, perhaps you would have tempered your words. But you insisted, and now I will teach you manners and grace and you will learn dignity and poise, yet. Consider yourself in etiquette school, peasant.

Oh god, why?

Offended?

Offended?

I’m getting seriously tired all these whiny fucks who freak out of the tiniest little opposition to their exact ideals.

Listen, I don’t give a damn how offended you are. Nobody else gives a damn how offended you are. Getting pissy over shit like “HEY, ISOYA DOESN’T THINK HUMANS HAVE A BRIGHT ROSY AWESOME FUTURE, I’M OFFENDED” won’t get you anywhere. It’ll just make you look like a whiny cuntbag.

God dammit. The only people who share my beliefs are whiny uber-PC cocksuckers who I’d like to set on fire and impale on a diamond-encrusted spike.

But the only people who share my personality about those beliefs are these batshit insane concentration-camp supporting fucktards!
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This post isn’t directed at anyone. Just felt the need to be angry at something today
❤ LOVE YOU, 6 OR 7 PEOPLE WHO READ THIS SHIT

The Return of Fuckshit

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Guess who’s back.

Back again.

Isoya’s back.

TELL YO FREN.

awdasdwasd

Greetings, you little chunks of carbon, despite there only being maybe 6-7 people that actually read this shit.

I’ve got something else to complain about today! I’ll start with a little thing I say when I am hurt, pissed off, or whatever, and someone says…

“Are you okay?”

“Are you feeling alright?” Something of that nature. Listen VERY carefully.

The moment you ask whether or not I am okay, I become not okay. Fuck. A number of suicides is probably caused by people being overconcerned. The reason someone seems to be deserving of concern is because you’re fucking concerned. Until you say those fucking words, EVERYTHING is fine. Listen, humans are modest, and for good reason. Most of us get over injury or emotional harm pretty quickly and/or easily. No reason to get your titties in a twist, because once you do, that’s when shit hits the fan.

So, if you ask someone if they’re okay at the first tiny little sign of unusual behavior, wait it the fuck out. They’re probably just pissy about something insignificant that will pass in mere minutes.

That’s all.