the 'free-thinkers' forget that they can only think insofar as language allows them (that isn't 100% true). language is li- man, fuck all this smart guy talk. you are a dumbass, dude. on top of that, you're a coward: you're a dumb coward! you know how annoying it is to listen to shit with the thesis of 'look how clever i am'. i know you do. why had to the trash heap of fucking noise, man? what's the point of 'breaking down the banality of postmodern life' or whatever head-up-your-ass shit you just state it is if all it really is is just jerking off in front of people. like fuck, shut the fuck up. you know the scene in Annie Hall when the dude in line at the movie theatre is talking about Marshall McLuhan and Woody Allen gets pissed at him. you're that guy, Ben. and just to fucking add the shit-cherry to the shit-cake, all you're doing with that little speech about why the antivax 'free-thinker' types unlike you - the real free-thinker - is saying that there is nothing that can be done about anything because it's too hard to confront anything. way to nail 'em, you pissy, lazy fucking nihilist! it literally makes you anxious to think that just maybe this whole pandemic business is not what it seems. uh oh, is that wrongthink, big guy? is that gonna piss off your mom ); ? oh, and why do you even think about that? is it because you have a Zizekian tendency to be contradictory to uncover some kinda truth, or are the big cool guy internet meanies gonna call you a fag?? which one is it, you geniunely pathetic shitbag? huh? huh? what's that? CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE? fuck you, dude. you're so stupid. leave the heavy lifting to the people that can actually pull their own weight. everyone knows you're lying. the shit finally got hot, and you folded like a fucking chair. you crawled into your bed for a year and stopped thinking about the world because now it's not just books and internet study groups, is it, bucko? now people are dying. it's real shit, and you just gave up. went from tough talk anarkiddie to 'TV said so' hypochondriac in a matter of HOURS, just like the rest of the armchairs. you're nothing but a poser. it's fun to talk, but you'd NEVER actually do anything right? and that isn't just limited to Marxist theory or whatever the fuck, that also applies to your friends, your family, your behaviour, you're whole fucking life. it's all just talking out your ass. you just have sooo much time to do all that! it's all just a big game to you, isn't it? you complain about chuds treating the real world like it's sports, but fuck, man. if this isn't sports, what is it then? the only difference is that you're not a chud, you're a faggot nerd that doesn't make eye contact. at least the chuds can beat someone's ass. you're afraid of the police! YOU are AFRAID OF THE POLICE. 'but what if i get in trouble???' eat a fucking dick. you are always so fucking afraid of everything.
you folded when you met him at Boston Pizza. you folded with D.'s cousin. you folded time and time again. you're just wasting everyone's time. you cry about 'not wanting to hurt anyone' but, fuck man, do you not?
too much too fast, buddy? gonna go hide away from it? gonna binge, big guy? another nut, madame? need your phone to get sucked in by? your bedroom is calling!
i'd tell you to get a grip, but we both know you could never.
