Fark You Very Much

Its not that I’m in love with saying ‘fuck you’ to anonymous internet audiences, its that the word so often reflects the appropriate emotional context of what I am trying to express. If you can come up with something better.. well.. keep it to yourself. I probably don’t want to hear it.

I like to pass the workweek by looking as busy as possible while doing the least. It helps to have something to read.

Which is where my love affair with fark.com originated. The articles are interesting, the headlines are clever, and the message boards are filled with the lowest dregs that humanity has to offer. If these people all came together into one large gathering in the middle of the desert (or something) and a nuclear device was detonated as close as possible, the average world IQ would instantaneously rise by a couple dozen points.

You could probably make that case for detonations in or around LA and still have a valid point.

Anyway, like a complete moron, like a person who was genetically geared towards stupidity, I participated in a discussion about (what else) politics. During the ensuing three hours I had cause to use my favorite phrase on many of occasion. Except Fark filters ‘Fuck’ into ‘Fark’, but I think the spirit of my posts got through.

Now tell me, if you were arguing with this person, and he was using every sophist trick in the book, and he was saying that suicide bombings are A-Ok, wouldn’t you want to immediately kick him in his tinny little scrotum?

My goal for the next foreseeable future is to invent a way to transmit a cock punch through IP/TCP protocols.

Edit: Apparently the douche bag removed his photo from the profile. Let me assure you, his visage inspired the kind of violence usually reserved for soccer riots.