No Way Out

Since I don’t believe anyone out there could care less about what I did today or on any other day – and if they do care and they didn’t give me birth, God give them something acceptable to do with their lives! – I am not going to talk about it. Instead, I’d like to share my middle-class views on the cyber-nonsense loving creatures that we have become.

We claim to be “socialising” via the Internet and before we know it, we’ve got kids that can barely articulate a word properly because they are retarded and have absolutely no sense of what is going on in the real world – if such thing may still exist. So we laugh online and we chinwag our hearts out online and we live online and we die online, but before taking our sore fingers off the keyboard of life for the last time, we lie to ourselves once more by claiming we have no regrets because we have [cretin] kids, a legitimate wife/husband, a house, a tree in front of it and the latest iMac on our bedside table, all Wi-Fi enabled. So we die in peace.

The Internet is a wonderful thing. Shock and horror. Everyone knows its benefits as well as they know its human-decaying side and we have all agreed (?) it is the way forward (??). Google is a verb, (un)facebookable may be underlined in red in Word, yet it is still used (by the by, Microsoft is outdated, buy yourself a freakin’ Mac!), people twitter™ more than birds twitter and we seem to be turning into robots as we twitter. Science and progress.

So why do I blog you may ask. Why do I use Facebook and Twitter and instant messaging programmes?

What do you care? Mind your own Wi-Fi-ed life!