What is the common denominator? You (and me with this post).

A Picture of Assholes

Long time no talk. Let’s address that, then address this as they might be marginally related.

Firstly, I don’t feel like talking to anyone. A lot of you let me down when my mother died. I found out who my friends really are (don’t have any, really). I just don’t see the point in talking to anyone anymore so I literally speak to nobody. I go to the store, I do my stuff, and I have the small talk I am required to do when I leave the house or at work, but other than that, I speak to nobody. I don’t see the point in it anymore- everyone is fake and phony or just into their own thing. So I just quit the pretenses. I stay in my head and in my world and I just don’t get disappointed anymore. I noted the 4 (f-o-u-r) people who reached out to me and noticed I am gone. Thank you. The rest of you– I don’t care about you anymore either. At least now we’re honest with each other and I have finally moved on to a place where other people just don’t matter. I learned from the best, you.

Now, on to the assholes that I have posted a photo of above. Let me do this by not giving them the acknowledgment to type their names out because this here, this… giving them the attention that they never deserved, gave them the platform that they never deserved because they are idiots.* (I’ll expand on the first guy in a moment… I have a little more to say about him- he’s not really an idiot but him getting attention when he most clearly has had a mental decline is still your fault.)

These people are not smart except when it comes to playing the system- which I suppose is a type of smart but not one that I at least hold any type of value in. Trying to get an advantage by lying and fucking others over has never been high on my list of respect. Two of them used state and government funds to enrich themselves and that’s cool- that’s available to anyone who wants to spend the time to comb how grant and government funding works, but the things they claim to have done, they have done from the brain power and ideas of other, using taxpayer’s money. For this, they had doors open up for them to actually be listened to and then they decided to spout the wackiest nonsense and you ate it up. Because you ate it up, the media decided to open up more platforms and by opening up those platforms, those amongst us that were gifted with only half of a shit-fly’s brain cell ate up the absolute deluge of bilge that came out of these guys’ mouthes which gave them traction and here we are. Back in the day, people like this mostly were ignored. Sure, a few got through and on the front pages but most were just laughed at and ignored and never had the chance to reach national or international platforms. What is worse is that this seems to be exacerbated and compounded as time goes on and more and more dumbfucks are getting into everyone’s feed and worse, having the ability to affect people’s day to day.

Now the last guy on the photo I am fairly certain is the biggest troll in the world right now for his own whatever… And must be nice to have that kind of money.
Twitter was already a cesspool- no doubt it’s going to only increase its rapid travel down the drain to the likes that the utter shit-show LinkedIn has become will be downright jealous of. But this won’t happen fast enough because you have all gotten too lazy to read or to ban/ignore. If it can’t be done in 140 characters or a TikTok dance, then your brains cannot handle it. I get it- we’re all busy, and we are insisting that we only have bite-sized snippets of time to digest anything but this really a limitation that we have imposed on ourselves because of social media and human nature to want to consume and to consume as much as it can. But because of this, we’ve also let these rat turds have a line into places they shouldn’t be, speaking about things they shouldn’t be, to people that they shouldn’t be. It’s easy to get a platform just because you’re an asshole these days.

This leads me to the first guy- I don’t think he was an idiot. I think that he did some legit art and at one time did some things for rap that just weren’t happening before he came out (don’t hate on me- I am a music historian of some sort but I do admit that I can tell you more about music history up until rock starts to diverge and then I can go down only some paths- more on the punk and alternative side… though I don’t even think there is such thing as alternative anymore; that is another topic for another time). I don’t think he is an idiot, I think he is severely mentally ill and may have always been and has been in a severe decline over the last 10 years. This doesn’t take away the damage of what he has been saying, but more so, makes it worse because you kept giving the platform because isn’t it great watercooler fodder on Monday to talk about what the stupid sneakers Rapper said THIS week, and “oh my pearls do you ever think that somebody will do something?

You should have done something the moment he started talking about his ex-wife wanting to abort his child on a campaign stop for his stupid ass presidential run. You should have done something with the crazy messages to his ex-wife and lover over the past summer. You should have done something years and years ago, but now, NOW it’s too far.

Give me a fucking break.

YOU gave them these platforms and then YOU complain when it’s not fun or funny anymore.

Frankly, you’re as complicit in this because you refuse to use your brains for critical thinking skills because it can be hard and uncomfortable, and would rather ingest a 20-second sound byte of cows farting in the wind because well, that’s easier on you than actually feeling.

Stop licking the taint of people who are beneath you and the world would become a much better place.

This finally takes me here, back to me:

I will not be making tweets on Twitter again. I don’t care. When I decide to write on my blogs, it will shoot off a link there but I’m not reading your tweets or replying to anything there. My APIs post to Twitter but I logged off a long time ago and I won’t be back unless things change and then maybe not even then.

I’ll post to Instagram again maybe, eventually. You can follow that. I’ll post to YouTube again, maybe, eventually. You can follow my various channels there.

If you care and you want to know what is up, you can always follow this website and the sister website which is Might Be Tasty which I promise to keep the vitriol off of and devote to travel and gaming, and less controversial topics. I’ll keep my rants and tears here because it’s more appropriate here. I’ll also be working on my various businesses because yo, I am about to lose my job on top of my mother and everything else that has gone wrong in 2022.

I don’t know what I am going to do about everything else moving forward. I do know this shit isn’t working, hasn’t been working for a long time. I know what did work so I am going back to that. I also know that I am going to push my comfort levels more over the next year. I already just book a fucking cruise on Virgin next year for Christmas just to not have another Christmas sitting home alone. Instead, I can catch listeria on a cruise ship in my solo room. Not gonna lie- part of the reason why I am doing this is that I am SO OPPOSED to cruises but this one doesn’t allow kids at all which is awesome and I have a solo room with a window and maybe it’s just 5 days of reading and playing video games in my room, which I could do at home as well, but I have always found a change of scenery soothes my soul and ramps up my creative juices. I hate crowds and “fun” but again, I wouldn’t have ever gone to Thailand and fallen in love with it if I didn’t just do something on a whim.

I know that I am working up to writing again. I’ve said it for years and honestly, I actually have been writing again. I write long ass emails to my dead mother which some people probably would find disturbing but I literally have nobody to talk to so I talk to my dead mother. There are worse things I could do.

Basically, if you’re curious, I’ve just told you where you can find me. Or don’t. I finally am beyond caring. You can only kick a dog so many times before it bites and just stays away from you.

Yes, I am that dog.

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