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This shit needs to fucking stop

It's been a while since I've made a post, and I'm just about pissed off enough to write one.

Today I'm going to do a break down of everything that's wrong with picture:

I am tired of seeing this faggotry on my news feed. Justin Haggard and everyone like him are attention whores, they post unoriginal content for the sole reason of garnering likes and popularity. As proven in the recent Brandon Cyrus business, these people are idiotic hypocrites that don't even post their real faces or names. These are the people that are destroying the internet, aggregating content instead of creating it. I would write a rant on aggregating content but this guy has already done it.

The picture isn't even that fucking funny. The only reason it has so many likes is because Justin has already established himself this brainless fanbase that unconditionally likes every fucking thing he posts. This results in a vicious circle of dipshit reasoning. 

"Oh this guy's page has a lot of pictures that people think are funny, I guess I'll like it."

"Oh this guy posted a picture that isn't too funny, but because I like his page, I'll like this unfunny picture."

and repeat.

This feedback loop, combined with the ignorance and short attention spans of his "fans" has resulted in spammy, unfunny pictures cluttering up my news feed. Here's the problem, I can't even block him or anything because it shows up when any of my facebook friends like it. I can't unfriend them for obvious reasons, so there's no real way of blocking assfucks like these. 

And another thing

This OBEY trend is starting to get out of hand. I've been messing around with a concept in my art and writing called "Obey the Eye". It mostly consists of a surreal image of an eye with OBEY printed beneath it. Personally I think it's a pretty cool idea, and would work great in a book or as a political statement. Then someone pointed out that morons like these are wearing things like this. 

God. Fucking. Dammit.

Now I can't pursue the concept further without being stereotyped as one of these empty-headed sheep. 

Fuck you Justin Haggard, fuck you and all of your mindless "fans". You represent the one true evil in the world; ignorance. 

http://www.facebook.com/ObeyyJayy16 There will be blood.

You're not a man

The idea of "manhood" is being destroyed. Right off the bat, here's what a man should be able to do. He should be able to support himself  and a family, work on cars, make home improvements, and protect what he has built. The perfect man is someone who's built his life from the ground and is tough as nails. A real man could survive in the wilderness on his own for a week. Here's a picture of what a man should NOT be.

Let's take a look at what's wrong in this picture. 

1) Stylized hair. Real men don't give too much thought into their hair. They don't dye it, they don't style it. If they have long hair, it's usually pretty scruffy looking, if it's short hair, it's out of the way and less shits are given. 

2) Makeup. Eyeliner, blush, eye shadow, what have you. You look like a girl. A slutty insecure girl. Enough said.

3) Skinny as fuck.  People like this to fuck all in fights. People like this can't defend themselves for shit. It's no so much that they're usually out of shape fuckers, but it's more because they're scared of fucking everything. They act like girls when it comes to violence. They'd be scared of a fucking spider.

4) Emos try to be "deep", "edgy" and "mysterious", but end up looking like the faggot you see above. If you want "deep", read about quantum physics, study the Schrodinger's Cat experiment. That stuff is deep enough to keep you up at night for weeks.

I conclude this rant with the following. If any of these 4 things apply to you, man the fuck up and try to look like this:

"We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need."

-Tyler Durden, Fight Club

UPDATE 7/9/2012:

On self destruction, you're doing it wrong. Cutting yourself is not self destruction, it's a cry for attention. I'm all for self destruction if it's done RIGHT. Fight Club had the right idea, self destruction through violence. If you're going to go for self destruction, do it to work towards a goal; the goal of freeing yourself by hitting rock bottom. It's only after we've lost everything that we are free to do anything.

Jersey Shore is Killing a Hard Day's Work

Jersey shore sucks, I mean that should go unsaid, it's the simple truth. But more and more I've been realizing the true repercussions of its bullshit. Teens have always been lethargic and lazy, I am no exception. This has been apparent  even before Nirvana released "Smells Like Teen Spirit" (Which is about teen lethargy you clueless fucks). At least beforehand, teens somewhat appreciated what hard work can get you. Today, because of Jersey Shore, and more recently, Project X, kids and teens are losing that value.

Simply put, you're spoiling your kids.

All I ever hear anymore is ways to skip out on work, ways to sneak out and party, ways to avoid your responsibilities. It's all about fun, ever about work. Don't get me wrong, nobody loves a good time as much as I do, but parties are breaks from work, not a lifestyle. Parties are a place to unwind after a long haul of work. Their rarity makes them better. If you have a party every other fucking day, they get boring, and you're not getting any work done.

Another thing, this lifestyle is destroying any sense of responsibility in the world. If you get too drunk, there are repercussions for your actions. Instead of just saying "Yolo" and going through with it, realize the true meaning of "you only live once", and you're shortening that one life of yours. Instead of using it as an excuse for doing something stupid, use it as an excuse for doing something responsible for once in your miserable life.

In conclusion, stop being spoiled, arrogant, irresponsible asshats and start contributing to society.

D

I just finished a debate and I wanted to write this while it's still fresh in my mind.

It's interesting how your perspective of someone can change so quickly. I was trolling a chatsite with Z͜͠͞a̧͠l̢͜g͟͡o̴͘t̶͏e͘x̀͠t̸̛ when someone identified by the letter D (and some other random dashes and shit) started talking to me. Originally I got the vibe that he was just another conspiracy theorist, he thought I was a demon, I called him out on being a dumbass, and he started talking about Atlantis. I continued calling him a dumbass, but then I got interested and we engaged in a pretty engaging debate.


I was extremely surprised when he agreed with my point of view, saying he needs to rebuild his theory. I realized how set in my beliefs we are, and how set I am. I know that I am right because I can prove it, to me, proof is everything. But I realized how closed minded I've become. He made a couple good points with the Bermuda triangle, I'm going to have to look into that.


As much as I hate to say it, the world needs more people like D, open minded people, even though I fucking hate conspiracy theorists. A necessary evil I suppose. I can only hope it's not too late for me to open my own mind.

Faceless, the story

I don’t have much time; I’m the last one left. My name is XXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX, although by the time you read this, my name will just be a row of Xs due to the strange effects of this fucking thing. It doesn’t seem to affect nicknames or pseudonyms, so I will refer to myself as “Origin”. This is my story.

            My friends and I dick around in school a lot, and since we’re all kind of techies, there is a LOT of dicking around in the computer labs. One of our favorite things to mess around with was this online app called “goggles”. It basically lets you doodle on other web pages, everyone with “goggles” can see it and draw on it too, or erase your drawings. It’s still available, just google “goggles”. The problem arose when the school’s tech staff decided to block it, just like everything else fun. They also recently found a way to render Tor ineffective so that wasn’t an option either. I swear it’s always a battle between us and those fun-hating asshats. Our only alternative was to find something different. At home, we were all in a Skype call, when my friend XXXXXXX XXXX (we call him “Chaz”) found something nearly identical to goggles, it didn’t have a name, but it let us to virtually the exact same thing. Without further ado we began doodling on each other’s facebook pages.

            Further into the night, I went on Chaz’s page to doodle something. When I looked at it, his profile picture was crossed out with a red X, I thought that was kind of weird, but I left it alone, figuring it was someone else messing around. We all eventually got off Skype and went to bed, preparing for another day at school. The day went by quickly; we didn’t have any classes in the computer lab so we didn’t get to use the nameless doodling app. When we got home, we all got on Skype again and continued our dickery with the doodles. After about an hour and a half, we started hearing something in the background of Chaz’s microphone. We jokingly yelled at him to turn his TV off, but he insisted it wasn’t on. The noise got louder, and through the distortion of Chaz’s crappy microphone, we recognized the noise as inhuman screams of pain and agony, then we heard Chaz scream, there was a blinding white light that flashed from outside. I ran to the window but there was no identifiable light source other than the dim street lights and the starry sky. I got back on Skype, and found that Chaz wasn’t in the call, nor was there any evidence that he had ever been in the call, or that his Skype account had existed at all.

            His Facebook was gone without a trace too, but the thing that scared me the most was this. On my profile there was a recent picture of the entire group hanging out at one of or favorite Mexican restaurants. It wasn’t too long ago, and we knew Chaz was in the picture, but he was gone. All of us were standing there, but Chaz wasn’t. Suddenly we realized this was no joke, we all agreed to meet at Chaz’s house as soon as possible. He only lived a couple houses down, so I was the first one there. I was horrified with what I saw.

            There was Chaz, lying face up on the front lawn; his body was arranged in an X, as if he was making snow angles. He had no face. Absolutely no face. He had no mouth, no nose, no eyes, just blank skin. I was still standing there, frozen with fear, when the rest of my friends arrived. I couldn’t help but gape, nothing had prepared me for anything like this. In a moment of clarity, I ran up to the steps of the front door and started banging on it. Chaz’s parents opened and I told them that XXXXXXX was dead on their lawn. They stared at me with confused faces. “Who?” they asked. I led them down to the lawn where Chaz lay; they said they had never seen this person in their life. I sat down, bewildered and scared.

            The police arrived on the scene soon after, autopsy revealed that he died from asphyxiation, probably from having no nose or mouth. They found that his skull was also solid and blank where his face should be, but behind it were the nerves, the throat and the windpipe in their respective places. They ran a DNA test, and found it matched his parents, but no birth certificate of him existed. The room we knew as his room was a broom closet. The authorities said that even the name XXXXXXX sounded foreign, almost Arabic, despite it being a normal English name like John or Charles. They told us it wasn’t a name.

            The next day at school, nobody but us noticed he was absent. Chaz literally never existed. We uneasily went through the rest of the day. When we got home, we checked our Facebook pages with the unnamed app. Sure enough; we found someone’s profile crossed out, just like before. This time it was XXX XXXXXXX, we call him “The Bomb”. We went on Skype and turned on the video chat. The Bomb armed himself with a knife from the kitchen and set his webcam to watch the entire room. Then we started hearing the screaming again. The Bomb’s microphone was much better quality, and we could hear individual voices. I swore I heard Chaz’s voice in there as well. Thinking quickly, I started capturing the footage from the video. The screams got louder and louder, and The Bomb grew visibly more on edge. All of a sudden, the stream got distorted, and a giant red fucking X appeared in the middle of The Bomb’s room. From the distorted footage of the stream, we could make out him backing away, then an X appeared on his face, he gripped something on his face, holding something as if there was an animal attached, he clawed at it before the X disappeared along with his face. Immediately he gripped his throat and his face, trying to claw out a hole to breathe through. Before long, he collapsed, then a flash of white light forced me to blink. That was the last I saw of The Bomb, alive anyway. I looked at the video I took, but found that the file was corrupted. Once again, there was no evidence that XXX ever existed. No Facebook, no Skype, and his parents insisted they didn’t have a child named XXX. His corpse was the same, found in his parent’s front lawn, faceless.

            Every day, one of my friends disappeared in the same way. Like I said, I’m the last one. That fucking X is going to appear any moment and take my face away.

I can already hear the screaming, that fucking inhumane screaming. I hear them all, Chaz, The Bomb, Muscles, Mooch. These are my last words. Oh my god, It’s not an X, it’s a fuckinXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Be patient

I'm currently in the process of writing some creepypasta, which I will post, I also plan to write a rant on ignorance later tonight. Stay tuned folks.