So for the very first time ever in over a decade of farting about online, my computer contracted a real threat of a virus.
Isn't it fucking sad? These quivering vaginas are sitting in their darkened rooms designing programs for the express purpose of fucking with people they don't know for no bloody profit. Cackling about how this validates them as human beings, about their "1337 skills". Pathetic. People who design malware are nothing but pathetic, and the irony is, I can imagine one of them reading that and deciding that in order to teach me my place, I need to suffer their wrath. You know, for expressing my opinion because they are the kind of scum who attack blameless innocents.
You know. It'll teach me maturity or something. They're clearly experts in that. Message for you all: fuck off and stop proving you're a worthless cunt every time you produce one of these useless programs -- by the way, hijacking my browser to direct me to porn or anything like that isn't going to endear me to you as a customer. You are clearly stupid, regardless of your programming ability, and you've got some serious mental issues. See a psychiatrist.
Anyway, after some mild annoyances, because the losers who make this shit in their basement aren't quite as skilled as the people working at Kaspersky and Norton, I got rid of the pointless thing.
Now, I was going to do a journal about Amy Chua, the "Tiger Mother", but I think I'll leave it for another day. But believe me, I'm not letting this cunt and her destructive "advice" stay out of my crosshairs for long.
7 years, 5 months ago
09 Mar 2011 12:18 CET