The thralls are getting uppity

We taking over honky this is werewolf country now

I'm taking a few minutes out of my busy schedule to explain something to you miserable meth-addicts:

I'm not here randomly. I'm here because you're scum, you're sick, and you have an astonishingly inflated sense of your own "aw shucks deep down we're good guys" bullshit.

You're not good guys. There's no valor or coolness here. You're sick, in the body and the brain, and the way you express yourselves is disgusting and damaging to society.

Other people's sickness or injury that you point to does not change this fact. Finding flaws in other people doesn't make your gaping wound horror-show life any less raw, painful, and pathetic.

You won't succeed in insulting me away, and I couldn't possibly give a frick if you get tired of me, like me, want me around, or enjoy my content. Your insults are tired and repetitive because really, every single one of you is a piece of shit who has nothing in your life except cycles of self-loathing and excess.

You're worth nothing, and you get excited at the thought that a mass murderer gave you attention or notoriety. You're evil pieces of shit.

I'm here to show your audience that you don't have the secret of anything, not even the secret of true insults, or expert bullying. Your shitty discourse is philosophically bankrupt and your theory of mind is wrong and a few hundred years old.

Respond however you want, and I'll be back later to laugh about how once again, the angry impotent hate-ragers you all enjoy are not only sad, but ruining your life, when all you really need to do is take a shower and clean your room.

Just think about how many of you actually killed yourself and just stopped posting, while everyone else failed to notice or were simply glad you disappeared. I hope it's you next. You're all a worthless drain on society.