nicotine fit: day 7
nicotine fit: day 7
I consider myself a fair person. So in fairness, I will tell you that the person that started the whole "delinking affair" has apologized to me.
That's no longer the problem. The problem is the fallout. Judging from my email there are several (about 15) people who have taken it upon themselves to come here and scrutinize everything I say, and then go post on their own blogs what a nasty, uncaring vile creature I am.
Guess what? I am a nasty, vile creature when forced to be. I'm tired of politcal correctness. I'm tired of having to check and recheck and edit and re edit every god damn thing I write just to make sure that some .0001% of the population was not offended by it. Perhaps if that 1/8 of a person was offended, it was because they were supposed to be.
This is a personal space. I use it to vent and rage and hopefully make other people think as well as laugh. If I hate a certain band or love a certain politician or think a specific law is assinine, I am going to say so. I'm not going to mince my words just so you feel better about my opinions. I have never been one to hold back or walk on eggshells.
Instead, I will offer some advice to those of you who come here looking for my supposed "self-obsessed, lunatic vitriol" and my "psychotic insults.": Get a life. If you have nothing better to do than skim through someone's website 14 times a day looking for a word here or there to use against me in some kind of internet witch hunt, you must be seriously lacking in the social department. Get out of your mother's basement and out into the fresh air. Make a friend. Read a newspaper. Go out and do something interesting so you can write about things other than what someone else is doing with their time. Whatever you choose to do, make sure you know that if you insist on coming back here, you will be insulted. You will be offended. You will be jealous of the fact that I can manage to do this several times a day and still have a pretty full life outside of my computer while you can't manage to scrape your ass off your chair for more than five minutes at a time.
Stick around all you want; I'm not about to start blocking IPs. But don't bother sending me your juvenile, grammatically challenged, threatening or just plain simple-minded emails. And don't make me unleash the dogs of hell on you by directing people to your petty little blog.
Somebody get me a cigarette. Now.