Forums are basically useless. Sure, every once in a great while you’ll get involved in an interesting discussion with some halfway intelligent person, but inevitably everybody else in the whole internet loses interest in what you two are saying and the whole thing might as well be an e/mail conversation.

The main problem with Forums is that you can’t see how dorky most of the people are who are writing, and they don’t assume the proper degree of submission in your presence. It’s not a like a college class where if somebody starts pissing you off too much you can just walk over and hit them in the face. The whole point of forums seems to be to shove as many unreasonable insults as you can into as short a time as possible.

My site’s been discussed a lot on the rantlister and rudius forum lately, in a mostly non-productive manner. I’ve also been made aware of discussions about me on other forums like rottentomatoes. Even though these people are talking about me, I almost always lose interest before I can even finish reading all the posts.

I guess the problem is that most people writing on it are just half-naked little sixteen year old idiot dipshits who are only browsing forums while they recuperate from masturbating to pictures of Aishwarya Rai. Like this one:

There are a couple archetypical forum personalities which I’m not going to go through the bother of listing, but the worst of them all is the squeaky little dipshit who just says stuff like “You’re wrong, it’s shit. I’m awesome.”

For example, there was this dude on rantlister called phatweb or something idiotic like that (I’m not going to go through the trouble of looking up to see what it actually was) who had declared himself the “expert of awesomeness” (yeah, phatweb, we’re all impressed). Apparently he’s got a site out there, I was curious to go and have a look at it, but it’s not listed on his profile so I quit looking for it. It’s easy to sit there and be an impudent little 92 pound shrimp-dicked virgin who hates the world and bitches about everything everybody else does, but it’s a little tougher to actually produce something.

I’m still curious actually, somebody give me a link to phatweb’s page so I can behold what true awesomeness is. I’ll even put a writing sample up here on DP if phatweb gives me permission.

Christ….

I don’t know, this is starting to feel sort of like a descent into mediocrity. I really can’t be expected to sit here and explain to every brain-dead inbreed in the world just why exactly it is that they are moronic. The worst thing about stupid people is that, despite all the evidence to the contrary, they just constantly assume that they are the shit. I guess bitching about other people is just a great way to get attention when nobody else will talk to you and you spend the whole day in a basement apartment sweating over your computer and waiting for the pizza guy to come.

The more people that read Death Pestilence, the more it’s going to be interrupted from its current trajectory. It would be a lot easier to just transform my page into a web diary of when and where people were obnoxious and then print my replies to them…it would probably get a lot more hits that way too…but what’s the fucking point?

American society is so fucked up right now it’s getting to be that I don’t even want their attention. I mean, shit, you always are kind of hoping that you’ll be able to cash in your ideas for a little bit of hard currency, but when the only thing out there is a bunch of goose-stepping nazi’s, then to hell with it. They can all rot.

The fact is, you can transform yourself with your writing and thinking, you can make yourself into something bigger, more effective, more powerful. Why waste the precious time you could be applying to that endeavor on putting morons in their place?

Down in the dunes there are no stars. The sand washes over your skeletal remains and makes you smile. In the cold darkness, you can see the heat of your ancestors rising up into the wildernight. Off on the horizon, a shadow falls. It’s the harbinger of misfortune, the celestial avenging spirit of the netherworld. It knows your weakness, your sins, your most base inclinations. You rise from the smoldering ashes and embrace it like a brother. What ho the wailing wind? Is it Armageddon, or just the arriving subway to perdition? The End