westid

the other day my dad made the fatal mistake of engaging me in a discussion about drones. something of a grey area at best. the argument section of the conversation was pretty decent, my signature unwillingness to listen or be told anything. it’s not easy when you know everything, actually

tangent for a moment: being self educated is even worse than being educated … you’re not always gifted with an answer for everything, even though you know that – if only they give you time to think of a fat comeback … that’d stick it to the cunts – i know everything & am always right

things got really bad when i discovered an alcove of local culture that was squirreled away, hiding away their cabal of self appointed top tier tech_[sic] twats in the unfindable secrecy of social media. where proper good posts permanently pend prior approval, and if someone was gonna do a better job by not being as shit / expensive … you would never notice their name no longer worthy of making up the numbers in your shit tirade of town-topic titled geriatric getalong gang groups, giving big barrels of bottom feeders who aren’t in [it’s always a group chat that decides this shit] and just want to climb up your cuckolded codger’s cock – because that’s what you are, a cock – who see people just playing around and having fun with their wife and kids down the park – and sits there at the computer reporting everyone

this might be the fact that i’ve created something that’s even better than any social media that you’ve ever used … especially if you’re a bit of a group chat twat yourself. but it’s things like this what make me think why do people spend so much time scrolling through this shit? so obvious, so bourgeois, so boring. but it doesn’t affect me anymore at all so my discovery was idiosyncratic in all the predictable parts and places…

then i heard how some dickhead spotted my dad – just being a teacher y’know, educating and organising competitions / events for children something better he should have been doing with his time? – in my opinion probably better than being some nosey twat scratching his arse on a public playing field

came over to confront him while he was minding his own business doing his job because he belongs to a category of cunts that took early retirement ripping people off for the odd photograph of a roofing job, or a crap clip kept away from true talent… because he’s got no authority in the real world so he has to manufacture his own by forgetting to approve posts, and condescending in a way that manages to mention all the expensive equipment he owns but unfortunately can’t find the time to learn how to use because it takes too much time away from scouring the dregs of social networking for public posts that proffer a proper doo with the full memory card of the original footage too

when i found out about this, it was like a calling. truth be told, yeah i do think i know everything – but i know what i’m talking about. it’s not a quick wikipedia job, i’ve give it passion / ambition / sometimes even obsession. when i get slandered by a sad twat who thinks he’s smart because i’m not there and tries to twist things he knows fuck all about into something we can all sniff coke and cackle at or coming it king of the crackhead coffee table, it’s not quite so convenient to mention that i’ve invested in myself and when i have an opinion on something it’s at the very least empirically observed

clueless mid life cuckolded crisis cunts can’t concede that a few clever comments he’s rehearsed couldn’t stand up to condescend at me [in my absence, always] because if i’ve come out with something i’d be more than happy to tell you all about it, all night long … sometimes more. i know enough because it’s not just material for me to use. and it always started with the thing that’s hardest for timothy twatface or whoever’s coming it this time, to ever admit. that i know nothing, but have the patience and the substance to accept that sometimes even the most menial of moments can contain a world of wisdom, and it’s never too late to find out something – if you’re strong enough to swallow your ego and sit down with something not because it makes you look clever to your friendzone companions, but because it’s new, and anything new can add something to the whole world you live your life in

of course it helps your case when you’ve got the qualifications and credentials about you – that never need to try, because you already did that – and out of nowhere you bring something to some sadact’s microcosm of mentality, that they never thought they would make them need to try. and try what? my education doesn’t need to try, because it already did … here, you look a bit shaky, have a spoonful of some success, see what it does to your clever cunt cuckoldery

fucks with these kinds of people, because they think that their friendzone chicks – weeping while they wearily wank their willys away after yet another woefully shit day – wouldn’t get to see the kind of game it takes discipline and character, or you don’t get to play. well, i found my calling and once again it was fun just to rise above and beyond. i’m absolutely buzzing about finding that first cunt, anticipating what cretinistically crap clever craic is gonna see me and start coming it walking my way – what new kind of shit the people of this obscure alcove of unmanned aviation will start trying to say