Bootlickers are the worst people because nothing will make them stop. Death and terror is acceptable as long as it isn't happening to them, specifically. They have no decency or empathy and seem to think both are dirty words while spewing the foulest shit you've ever seen.
And for some mysterious reason all of them gleefully use slurs. Like they're still small children who think calling someone that word is a real gotcha and they'll get pats on the back, a handshake from a real live fireman, and a letter of praise from their principal for it!
They have the emotional maturity of a turnip that's been rolled into a cow pie. And they all have profile pictures of them in their big ugly vehicles wearing sunglasses. They're a hivemind of idiocy, the lowest common denominator of society. Vile little goblins without brains.
But woe be it if anything even mildly inconveniences THEM. They'll rant and rave about the left being snowflakes then turn around and scream about a beer commercial with a couple gay dudes in it without a drop of self-awareness in their empty little heads.
Y'ever notice that? These MAGA weirdos are always boycotting things because there was a gay couple in it or a trans person in the ad. Like that's somehow ruining their day. We have to look at YOUR inbred ass and WE don't have meltdowns. Grow up and calm down, Baby Huey.
Anyway, you can rest comfortably knowing that these weirdos wake up angry, spend the whole day angry, and go to bed angry. They're angry, hateful little trash people. It's their only defining characteristic. The only personality they've ever known. Were they angry kids? Probably!
These types of people are bullies in school and never get the shit properly kicked out of them before dropping out. They never learn to live in the real world, content to spend an eternity in a made-up land where everyone's invading and corrupting people.
They're eternally stuck in middle school, carrying grudges because their friend groups kicked them out for being weird little shitheads. And they carry that grudge for eternity. They're sad, pathetic little bottomfeeders who will never know a moment's peace or happiness.
They'll never have a moment where they think "Are we the baddie?" because that would require them to care about anyone other than themselves. And in their mind, they are #1 and everyone else is trash. And they see nothing wrong with that. A lonely and pitiful existence.
And in the end, where will all their hate lead them? A life of solitude (which they will whine about, blaming everyone but themselves for their predicament) without true friends or loved ones, because they've pushed all of them away, prattling buzzwords that mean nothing.
I don't hate these people. I feel sorry for them. They'll never know joy or love. They'll die alone and young with no one to offer them a final moment of comfort or peace because they spend every waking second raging about things that don't matter to anyone but themselves.
They're pathetic, pitiful things. I'm glad I have people in my life that I love and that who love me. These people will never have such things. Maybe that's the source of their anger. Maybe they're just terrible. It doesn't really matter. They'll never be important to anyone.
Anyway, here's Wonderwall.
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