I had a long, nostalgic thought this evening about a time when I used to post bulletins on MySpace ranting about current events or whatever else got me all hot and bothered in a not good way. ...Shit, I lost like, half of my readership right there, didn't I? I s'pose it doesn't matter much, since that number humbly equates to zero, anyway. Zero divided by two is...
Whatever. Point is, I ranted a lot. Well, now I see all sorts of folk doin' it on so many fucking blogs. Holy Jesus. People are so great at being pissed off, aren't they?
Haha, yes, yes they are! It's easy to be passionate about something you hate. You could rant all day, and as long as you have decent humor, you won't need too much substance to back up your reasoning for hating whatever it is.
Actually... not even. Most of these writers with a vendetta use the same brand of obvious sarcasm to denounce their objects of abhorrence. Just make use of some persuasive obscenities, maybe throw in a poorly Photoshopped demotivational poster, and you've got yourself glitterin' Internet gold that even Maddox would be proud of!
Henceforth, you will attract equally cynical readers exiting off the information superhighway to take the time to subscribe to you, their cut and dry comrade, so you may all stew in your mutual misanthropy. So many of them, rant, rant, ranting, bark, bark, barking.
Where the hell is the bite?
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