Here's the fucking $64,000 question, Bob: what the hell do YOU create? All you do other than spout angry nonsense on Twitter is review or provide commentary on other people's work. You have not created anything that future generations will appreciate centuries from now. You have not painted the Mona Lisa or the Sistine Chapel. You have not designed the Hagia Sofia or Empire State Building. You have not penned anything remotely comparable to the collected works of Shakespeare or James Joyce's Ulysses. You are a cultural parasite who needs to ride the coattails of people more creative than you to even possess the almost microscopic sliver of relevance you have and that will evaporate shortly after your cholesterol-clogged heart stops because no one gives a damn about the critics. You do not have anything in that vacant little mind that is worth preserving if the singularity comes.
Hell, even if we removed your ego, your consciousness cold fit on a five-inch floppy.
