Normally the people who run a blog fashion it so that everyone kisses their asses whether it’s fear by the others of being banned or just because of group psychology.
People at FSZ (where I’m the one and ONLY Admin) can threaten to anally rape my mother while pouring sugar in my gas tank and i’d respond with “Yes! ‘Clerks.’ fucking rules!”.
There’s a reason I picked up the place after peeder shutdown PFF, I wanted to see how a place like that would work out with somebody who wasn’t a whiny bitch running it.
But I guess…
… and while my love for Ke$ha is well known by friends and family (and until now nobody really knew why) well, it’s because punk isn’t music in a certain format, it’s a message:
You have to really just not give a fuck or else you’ll go crazy. Many things are not as they seem and she’s so absolutely fucking ridiculous that it has to be an act but for a purpose.
I saw AND I fucking conquered. That’s all you need to know and act like all the time. You can ban people but the IP Addresses can be tampered the same way the handles can. It took me a while to realize that, but eventually it got to a point where it was taking a toll on my sanity. The day came when it was time to give up trying to control the place with authoritarian measure, it was a day of Epiphany…
Ya gotta just move on and give up trying to play blog cop. Fight it by being funnier, you usually have the upper hand with people who actually care enough to start shit on the internet for realz. I mean what kind of fucking life do you have, unless you’re 14, that you really try and start shit with a blog Admin that lets things pretty much go on without moderation except for a few things that ya gotta keep from making their way onto a place for legal reasons? Even then, fuck it.
If you’re looking for advice there’s none here worth reading.
This was all just a subliminal mindfuck preceding the main reason I started writing this diary which was just to be able to post this video:
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I mean seriously, if I can be honest here and I think I can, piss myself every time I see it.
So now, obviously, there’s only one thing left to do…
love da he-man
and raise you a Juggernaut.