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. ...
j says:
Well, as for me, I'd still have a PC if Vista weren't garbage.
Jeremy says:
Only Ed Begley Jr's car is powered by its user’s smugness and sense of self-satisfaction.
Misterben says:
If there was a way to convert into electricity my joy at finally owning a computer that works, not only could I power my MacBook, I could become some sort of electricity-based superhero. Arclight, maybe. Or Surge. And then I could team up with a water-based superhero, and we could call ourselves Public Utility!
(Or rather, we could call ourselves that if America had kept any of its utilities public, instead of privatizing them so that spectacularly bad management could drive them into the ground during the '90s.)
Hey Ed! There's a column idea for you. What Happened to American Management? Decades ago we were the world leaders in training public and private sector managers; now our corporations are a stumbling joke and our government's most recent success is, oh, let's see, can't remember. Why did America stop taking management seriously, and how can we start again?
Kulkuri says:
That last line and Jeremy's comment are very good and right on.