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Fuck you, Part II.

Seriously, fuck you. I know, I said it before, but: Fuck. You.

So some Not-for-Profit publishes stuff you don’t like. Okay. Spokesperson to said Not-for-Profit has tried to talk to you for nigh two months, a fact you have ignored because it was, well, terrorist-style, or something. Okay.

So you bomb said Not-for-Profit’s website and DNS entries. O … k. Different people swing different ways, fine by yours truly. But why the flying fuck don’t you stop being, well, an asshole?

Asshole: Somebody who acts like a poop-shoot even though he (or she, this is an equal-opportunity thing) knows he (or she) had decided to ignore the straw to cling to, ages ago. And now bitches about it, using all the lever he (or she) has at his (or her) disposal.

Like, two months ago. Before all that Wikileaks stuff got published. You guys were approached. Not in an arrogant way, not at all. But hey, we’re in charge, so, eh, fuck you?

Well, enjoy the ass-biting. Also enjoy said ass-biting, certain media with no interest in journalism. You got the stuff weeks ago and dedicated more than 40 journalists to it. That’s what you got out of it? Seriously?

Get a new job. Or see your reverend. Or check your balance. Whatever, just stop this nonsense. The people who know, know. Those who don’t care, well, won’t care. So for fuck’s sake, stop this idiocy.


Fuck. You.

Bloody bugger off.

No, let me be plain about this: Fuck. You.

I don’t bloody care whether you’re one of the top-(k)nob content providers out there. Seriously, I don’t. I’d rather fix stuff for people with less money and more cojones. But, in the end, more appreciation towards what people like I’ve done or what we could have done or what we bent over backwards to accomplish won’t make that much of a commercial business. Will it?

Won’t it?


I don’t need your money. Or your connections. Nice to have, but bloody hells, just because you hire me doesn’t mean I’ll be available 24/7 and put my personal Credit up-front. Ya, you’ll pay for it laters and whatnot, but hells, no!

Subliminal message: Fuck! No!

You know who I am talking about, don’t you? Well, probably not, as all them huge fucking media shoguns moguls act the same. No bleeding idea of what the wobble is all about. No, you expect more money will make it easier to play “the community”, just as more money did for print mags.

You still think this is all about you, na? Well, let me put this in your path of self-righteousness: No.

Seriously. Get off the web, or do it properly.