Take comfort in the fact that every time someone types out the phrases "should of (sic) complied" or "play stupid games win stupid prizes" a spirit appears like in A Christmas Carol and shows them the future where they die alone without ever having known the love of another living being.
We hear you, we see you, and we know - as you do - that you're a miserable sorta-excuse for a human being who will never know a moment's happiness let alone be tolerable to any other person. Your existence is a cancer on the world and everyone forced to encounter you, even for a moment, is worse off for it. And unlike this woman shot down in cold blood, the moment you die will pass entirely unnoticed and unremaked upon. It will be like you never existed, and you know every word I said here is true. That's why you act the way you do and talk the way you do - because at night, when you're alone, you know all of this. The only thing that never occurs to you is that everyone around you knows it about you, too. You think your act fools anyone, and that's the scariest thing to you: the possibility that people see you for the coward you are.
They do. We do. Sleep tight. ...
It takes an enormous amount of courage to stand there, keep filming, and scream "What the fuck, you asshole" at someone wearing a badge who just shot and killed one of your neighbors in cold blood.
If you're grasping for anything to feel good about right now - and that's a very difficult thing to find - feel good about the fact that not everyone is as much of a spineless, collaborating coward as our elites. Total strangers will risk their lives to stand next to you. ...
Samantha says:
I recently spent a week imobilized on my couch watching only the Food Network, so I had a crash course on all those chefs. And…I completely agree with the smug bastard on every single call he made. But what about the Barefoot Contessa? Does she not warrant even a mention?
Oh, and I have a girl-crush on Giada. I find her positively charming.
P says:
The above comment makes me want to shed a tear.
I'd be happy firebombing both Giada and Rachel Ray. Repeatedly.
Ed says:
I can't believe he let Paula Deen and her fuckin' fake southern accent/charm off so easily. That bitch seriously makes me want to start killing things.
And don't even get me started on her two little waterhead kids, who now have their own show for some reason. It's a step up from their usual pastimes, which include arguing over which chromosome they're missing and sucking each other off.