I Hate You Deeply part 2

Since my first one of these was so popular, here’s the Empire Strikes Back (or is it the Electric Boogaloo?) :

Permavirgins.

Everyone knows at least one or two of these fucking assholes. No, I’m not talking about the poor sadsack guys who’ve been cursed with ugly looks so bad they’ll never get laid. There’s solutions for these guys’ problem called prostitutes or binge drinking.

I’m referring to the douchebag nerds who because of a combination of self imposed “autism” and total lack of socialization in their youth have become whiny introverted losers who hate women. To these dipshits, ALL women are: crazy, materialistic, obsessed with a man’s money/looks and stupid. Their evidence? None of them have thrown themselves at these losers’ feet. They all expect women to make the first move AND to look like an Asian Natalie Portman that weighs less than 100lbs and is a computer science major with the following interests: cooking, cleaning, videogames, Babylon 5 and fellating disheveled nerds.

These fucktards are the most misogynistic people I know, their imagined slights by womankind have made them into such bitter douchebags that they make a Jugalo look like Alan Alda .

Idiots who fetishize Irish-ness but aren’t Irish and have no clue at all about the culture they’re idolizing.

My birthday is on St. Patrick’s Day and I do enjoy that there’s always a party to go, but I’m sick to death of the all the douchebags that are obsessed with crap movies like Boondock Saints and crap bands like the Dropkick Murphys who make a big deal about how cool Irish shit is but know nothing of it. They make my birthday shitty with their annoying penchants for “Irish Carbombs” (IF ANYONE BUYS ME ONE OF THESE AGAIN, THEY’RE GETTING A DRINK TOSSED IN THEIR FACE. I LIKE GUINNESS, JAMESON’S AND BAILEY’S, JUST NOT COMBINED INTO A HORRIBLE DRINK OF FAILURE) and the belief that the best way to honor their non-existent Irish heritage is to get drunk off green Coors and start fights with random people. They’re like wiggers, but for “the blacks of the English”.

Also, Flogging Molly is one of the gayest bands ever and I’ve seen Erasure in concert.

Nerdcore.

I don’t consider this to be a genre of music, because I don’t consider it to be music. While I’m really tired of hearing shitty rap about thug life, switching the rhymes to being about videogames and cisco routers is not an improvement.

Burning Man.

Working a button down 9-5 for 360 days a year just to spend one long weekend being a raver fairy princess in the middle of the fucking desert AND paying out the ass to do this? What a great way to be an individual, like all your friends. It doesn’t help that these fuckwits act like they’re the MOST CREATIVE PEOPLE ON EARTH for their shitty army surplus tent combined with a fog machine, like that’s supposed to be some groundbreaking work of art.

People who go to pains to explain how they’re not “prejudiced” but hate gays.

I’m almost to the point of where I’d like hanging out with a bunch of neo-nazis better than these asshats. At least some outright white power supporting tardknockers would be honest and upfront about how they feel, there’s no bullshit “I’m not prejudiced… but gays don’t deserve ‘special’ rights!” crap at all.

Idiots who use ad populum fallacies when discussing music

Yes, I’m calling bullshit on both the idiotic 12 year old girls who think that Fallout Boy is the height of musical expression because of their high cd sales AND the dipshit hipsters who hate on seminal bands just because more than 2 people have heard of them.

Listen, music is good when it’s good. If it sells a billion copies and gets praise in Spin and Rolling Stone that does not make it any better than some internet only demo EP that’s loved by 3 bloggers. It also doesn’t make it any worse. The only real metric for judging music is listening to it. I’ve heard some absolutely brilliant recordings that have been on the Billboard top 40 for 30+ years and I’ve also heard some absolute shitty indie garage crap that makes Britney Spears sound like Joni Mitchell. And conversely, American Idol continues to shove horrible shit down my ear canal every year while The Arcade Fire, indie rock’s critical and sales darlings, gets zero radio play (at least where I live).