You know what really pisses me off? You do.
Fuck you.
Fuck you, people who like things because they're popular.
Fuck you, people who dislike things because they're popular.
Fuck you, people who dislike things because disliking them is popular.
Fuck people who do ANYTHING just because other people are doing it too.
Fuck you, Beck. You've got a good voice, but for the love of God, your songs don't make any sense at all, even when you're as ridiculously high as you must be when you write them.
Fuck you, Eminem. No particular reason, I just think you'd be used to that by now.
Fuck all the whiny little emo pricks out there. The only things you do are vomit up all your petty angst onto your livejournal using little frowny emoticons, cry, and cut yourself. Hell, the only reason you cut yourself is because you've heard that other people do it. Five years ago, these are the people who would be taking their personal problems out on their peers, throwing on trench coats, and shooting the living shit out of their schools. Deplorable, yes, but at least those guys had balls.
Fuck Goths. I don't know what the hell is wrong with these people. I understand the need to rebel and all, and looking shocking is a big part of that, but it's looking "shocking," not "like a fucking moron." You're just as bad as every other high school social class that pigeonholes themselves by what they wear and what shit brand of shit music they listen to. In fact, you're exactly the same, only you wear more black, and get beaten the shit out of. And you deserve it, too.
Fuck the fictional music genre hip-hop. Fuck the 30-year old black men lounging in the back of a 75,000 dollar SUV sipping 130 dollar a bottle fermented rat piss and pretending they're "gangsta" You’re making an ass out of yourself, and spending all of your finite supply of money on pathetic little toys that will be out of fashion faster than you are. In 10 years, when Jay-Z is hawking cut-rate car insurance on late night TV, I am going to start laughing, and I'm not sure when I'll stop.
Fuck the Rave scene. While you're probably responsible for the survival of the glowstick and flashy lights industry, You're probably the saddest bunch of people I've ever seen. And by the way, the twitching you do while your ecstasy-bathed spinal cord parboils in it's own juices doesn't count as dancing.
Fuck Ravers. You're exactly like Goths, only with less makeup, and more drugs. Your music is shit, too.
Fuck you, weekend bar scene. Call me crazy, but drinking poison until I can't stand straight, or vomiting on my own shoes and pissing myself just doesn't sound like fun to me. Who cares, though? The only people who do this anymore are alcoholics, fat 17 year-old white girls who want to do something illegal that someone else will be responsible for if they get caught, and the people who want to fuck the aforementioned fat, underage bitches. Fuck you.
Fuck you, anyone who takes any sort of illegal drug, and most of the legal ones. Yeah, life sucks, but there are methods of pointless, empty escapism that don't leave you half-dead at fifty, coughing up your own organs. In fact, never mind; continue to poison yourself. You deserve what you'll get in the end.
Fuck you, television. There's only three shows I'm remotely interested in anymore, They're all cartoons, and two of them have been cancelled. Everything else is the same mindless, derivative garbage spewed out by rich, overfed old men trying to be each other, beat each other, and jerk each other off at the same time.
Fuck you, Washington DC. I'd tell you to try actually solving the nation’s problems for once, instead of pointing fingers at who you think is to blame for them, but then you wouldn't be able to do what you love most: increasing your own power, and lying to us at every opportunity.
Fuck you, Los Angeles. Everything you have ever done is a shallow fantasy, half the people who live there are almost completely made of plastic and botox, and the other half are poor, nearly homeless, and dying of cancer from your toxic air. When the earthquake comes that breaks you off from the rest of the country and sinks you to the bottom of the pacific, I swear to god I'll cheer.
Fuck you, Reality TV. I'm not sure what’s worse: the fact that the insane games you play with people are branded as reality, or the fact the whole fucking country is hypnotized by the bullshit you broadcast; the debasement of human nature that's more sadistic than most Japanese game shows. You take all that's pure in humanity, strip away its soul, and peddle it like a 14 year-old prostitute.
Fuck you, everyone who thinks they can make it on American Idol. You can't sing, you certainly can't dance, and you have no redeeming worth to this society whatsoever. For that matter, fuck everyone who thinks they can make it at all. You can't. Not unless you're pretty, can be molded into whatever by whoever decides to own you, and can suck a mean cock.
Fuck pop music. Whatever happened to bands who write their own damn music? Whatever happened to bands? All I see now is a bunch of pretty little white kids who are thrown together and controlled wholly by their record company. Professional music is dead, and it's been dead for years. Nobody likes this shit, they just haven't found out that they don't like it yet.
Fuck anyone who's a fan of Insane Clown Posse, and puts ANYTHING on the Internet. You can't spell, you can barely form a coherent sentence, and for fuck’s sake, "juggalo" is NOT A WORD. You should not be allowed within ten feet of a computer until you learn that the natural state of the caps lock key is off. And take that fucking makeup off, the only people who should look remotely like that are Chinese opera performers, and at least their makeup application requires talent.
Fuck Furries, and everything related to them. You're all sick assholes who want to fuck animals, but don't have the balls to make that jump. Either that, or you're too much of a pussy to take the scratching and clawing. Either way, you deserve to have your genitals physically ripped from your body.
Fuck everyone who posts on Internet forums. You're all elitist, opinionated attention whores whose only wish is to have your posts agreed upon by the other elitist, opinionated attention whores.
Fuck a good 90% of the websites on the Internet. You cannot draw, you cannot write poetry or music, you're not marginally talented in any way, and NO ONE wants to sign your guestbook. Fuck you.
Fuck anyone who drives on Roosevelt Boulevard, at any given time. You cannot drive. You should not be allowed in a car, ever. You should be forced to walk wherever you go for the rest of your worthless lives.
Fuck the South-Eastern Pennsylvania Transit Authority. You are one of the most expensive mass transit systems in the entire country. You're also one of the worst quality mass transit systems in the entire country. Enough said.
Fuck Megatokyo. You can draw backgrounds well but your people suck, and when you, at random, actually decide to continue your shitty self-insertion robot fuck fanfic, the plot moves at glacial speeds. You don't even know where your story is going, and it shows. But, it's based in Japan, and it's got angst, so people love it. Fred Gallagher, while I'm sure you might be a pretty nice guy, I fucking hate you.
Fuck people who like things just because they're Japanese. If Japan pumped out a bunch of child molestation snuff films, you'd eat that shit up like it was cotton candy. You make me fucking sick.
Fuck anyone who ever perpetuated the fantasy that if you work hard enough, you'll get what you want out of life.
Fuck people who think the world behaves like their TV tells them it does.
Fuck you, you pathetic loser bastards that make up this country. You're fat, you have horrible tastes in entertainment, you wear seventy dollar jeans that were made by a 6 year-old in Taiwan making five cents an hour, and worst of all, you blame EVERY ONE of your ridiculously overblown problems on EVERYTHING but what and who is to blame...
Yourselves.