"Smart" is only a measure of the scope of a person's knowledge base. Smart people do the most stupid things, particularly stupid people like yourself who delude themselves into thinking that they're smart and their crusades have any redeeming social merit.
I realise that as an old fool you often forget things, so let me reiterate: there is no crusade. There is no desire for “redeeming social worth” or need for redemption. We are laughing at you because you are an old fool and the foolish things you say are funny.
The fact that you can’t accept that, that you want to be important enough for a “crusade,” really says more about you than it does about us.
I've never tried to find a publisher. I'm self published.
So in other words, your reason for thinking you’re a good writer and your crazed copy-pasted clanging is stylish is based on nothing more than your own personal judgement. That doesn’t mean shit because, as we agreed, you are an old fool and egotistical to boot.
The meetings are urgent enough, but when I showed up at the cop shop, the person on duty was unable to retrieve the record without the case number and i didn't have it with me. The other meeting requires the record.
What kind of old fool doesn’t bring the case number with him? This is what I like about you, old Tom. You rage and shart about how we’re all going to be sorry and you’re so much smarter than us, and then you fail at the most basic levels of competence. I bet that desk sergeant laughed his ass off the moment you shambled out of the door. Did you even remember to wear pants?
You just keep right on building this luxurious hatred resort in your heads, speds. You've chosen the wrong reality track and your time in this material frame is running very short, colonized cowards. In the real world, when you die, you stay dead. You have to buy your guns and ammo too and when the playing field gets nuked or everybody dies from a deadly disease, there's no reset button. 90% of you won't last 72 hours after your batteries die and you can't recharge them.
I love how you’re so powerless that all you can find to threaten us with is some bullshit hippie crap. What are you hoping for, that we’ll be all, “Oh, no-de-noes, I didn’t realise that! This pants-shitting old man who thinks he’s a woman and can’t even find a publisher has shown me the error of my ways! Please, Miss Tommie, help me redeem myself! My 9-year-old daughter is single and dtf by the way!”
It’s not going to happen. If it turns out that you’re right, which you aren’t, I’ll just explain to the bands of marauders that I didn’t prepare because the only person talking about it was you. And they’ll be like, “That old fool who enjoys penetrative sex with dogs who we killed within the first five minutes? Fair enough! Join our band!”
I think you have that backwards. you are useless slags, sneering at me, sucking off of me while painting me with a brush of delusional images. you're a sad joke who will not survive the earth changes and whose soul will be banished from this planet forever.
More like you hope that will happen. It won’t. You’ll die alone, spluttering your last on a shit-splattered floor, and no one will even notice. And our lives will continue as normal.
Imagine being such an impotent failure that the only way you can score a win is to hope for the apocalypse. If I was that pathetic, I’d kill myself.
There was never any "Rich daddy trust fund", i took a bullet for my fellow Americans and have applied that money to feeding thousands o f people and helping a lot of people up out of the streets. I have already created a significant body of literary, musical, lapidary and photographic art and my business is doing very well right now while you sit here, having accomplished nothing in your life except maybe a college degree and a well paying no brain job in a useless industry standing in judgement of people you don't understand who are your superiors at everything creative.
Prove any of this. You’re this great philanthropist and creative genius, how come nobody else is saying that? Where are these great creative works? Because all the creative works you post here are, frankly, dogshit. Where are all the fans, Tom? I’m not talking about some Facebook friend calling you a beautiful soul or some hippie bullshit, I’m talking legitimate, real people. Where are all the people thanking you for your kind donations?
History will remember me in a positive light and relegate you to the scrap heap of mean, stupid people who failed at being human.
Only narcissists and failures worry what history will think about them. I do not give one single shit what history thinks of me - I’d rather work to make things better in the here and now.
I don’t know why you think being the online equivalent of a hobo ranting on a street corner entitles you to a place in the history books, but you need to get used to the fact that this subforum is the only place where you’ll be remembered.
