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I never go to theaters, where the person who sat in the chair I decide to squat on is dangerous business. I won't bother getting into that topic despite its funny/gross reality. I mean hey, the teenager sweeps the isles, not scrub the top third of the seats. Anyway, I just read a short Joker article that is about as long as a Master Blaster post, so click the link real quick so you can form your own opinion on the following matter before reading mine:
So here's the thing about those illogical shootings that I have an original, somewhat odd-but-honest point of view about those miraculous shootings:
Wanna go ahead and die by your own hand because you live in a world of shit? By all and any means, go right ahead. My guess is that the number of people attending their unnecessary funerals will be just like Junebug Spade's burial in I'm Gonna Get You Sucka. That's it. So why not make yourself known so well that you get spit on, or worse, by all the citizens who attend your open-casket funeral? No birthday parties, one huge jamboree a couple days after your berserk round wasting incident.
You armed misanthropes out there just need a single bullet to accomplish your goal - why would one of you nuts do the public such a huge favor by cutting them down? I mean, your miserable life does indeed need to end. Every day tragically sucks to the point that you can no longer do anything for yourself, thanks to your rabbit hole depression caused by repeated failures.
Stop. Sure, your life is a self-propelled despondency machine, now how about all those fat people you shot in your grand goal to rid your sorry self of this tumultuous uncaring mud ball? You just unknowingly did them all the biggest favor anyone could. America is packed with delusional twats who freak out over so many reasons that I can assure you, readers, that shooters unintentionally kill folks with worse lives than you theirs.
See, everyone has problems - lots of small ones, a huge one, lots of huge ones, etc. They think about suicide sometimes too, but you just gave them what they wanted/needed without ever being asked to oblige their last wishes. Total losers who get randomly shot suddenly have people who, at the very least, pretend they liked the casket crusher. Before they got shot - nuthin'. Being shot by some strange stranger? Sad way to go to your neighbors who never actually liked you.
Organic Chemistry class? Please shoot me. Thanks gook. And there we go. Killing other people you don't know what on-going crisis's they have can be blessings in the silver-lining of those bad situations. Fat divorced insignificant plodders in deep debt could use a quick unseen well-placed bullet in the back of their heads. No more mountain of insurmountable problems; lots of new friends and suddenly broken-hearted children of yours who hated you before you got dropped...
SSS
- killing is fun, so make sure to try it yourself to make sure it works before going on your meticulous planned rampages
So here's the thing about those illogical shootings that I have an original, somewhat odd-but-honest point of view about those miraculous shootings:
Wanna go ahead and die by your own hand because you live in a world of shit? By all and any means, go right ahead. My guess is that the number of people attending their unnecessary funerals will be just like Junebug Spade's burial in I'm Gonna Get You Sucka. That's it. So why not make yourself known so well that you get spit on, or worse, by all the citizens who attend your open-casket funeral? No birthday parties, one huge jamboree a couple days after your berserk round wasting incident.
You armed misanthropes out there just need a single bullet to accomplish your goal - why would one of you nuts do the public such a huge favor by cutting them down? I mean, your miserable life does indeed need to end. Every day tragically sucks to the point that you can no longer do anything for yourself, thanks to your rabbit hole depression caused by repeated failures.
Stop. Sure, your life is a self-propelled despondency machine, now how about all those fat people you shot in your grand goal to rid your sorry self of this tumultuous uncaring mud ball? You just unknowingly did them all the biggest favor anyone could. America is packed with delusional twats who freak out over so many reasons that I can assure you, readers, that shooters unintentionally kill folks with worse lives than you theirs.
See, everyone has problems - lots of small ones, a huge one, lots of huge ones, etc. They think about suicide sometimes too, but you just gave them what they wanted/needed without ever being asked to oblige their last wishes. Total losers who get randomly shot suddenly have people who, at the very least, pretend they liked the casket crusher. Before they got shot - nuthin'. Being shot by some strange stranger? Sad way to go to your neighbors who never actually liked you.
Organic Chemistry class? Please shoot me. Thanks gook. And there we go. Killing other people you don't know what on-going crisis's they have can be blessings in the silver-lining of those bad situations. Fat divorced insignificant plodders in deep debt could use a quick unseen well-placed bullet in the back of their heads. No more mountain of insurmountable problems; lots of new friends and suddenly broken-hearted children of yours who hated you before you got dropped...
SSS
- killing is fun, so make sure to try it yourself to make sure it works before going on your meticulous planned rampages
