Riddle Me This

August 29, 2008 · Filed Under Articles · 4 Comments 

Why is it that whenever I stumble across a site on the old intertits proclaiming to either be intelligent, smart, for serious gamers or hardcore gamers or whatever pseudo-intellectual niche that someone feels has a gaping void where their opinion lies…

…why is it more often than not written by thick cunts?

Seriously, why is this? What possesses a bunch of sprout brained idiots constantly to band together and wave their alleged Level 9 Penis Of Intelligence around in folks faces when they quite clearly can’t even be trusted to tie their own fucking shoelaces, never mind be allowed near a keyboard?

At least once a month I stumble upon a new one, be it a blog, a site or a dark hovel of bleak intertwatdom and just once, just for once in this godforsaken life, I’d like to stumble onto a site that claims it’s intelligent, serious, profound or whatever and actually *is*.

Is this some sort of deep human instinct to better oneself by proclaiming the big brain as fact? Or is it, as I suspect, that you have to be a bit backward and not allowed to cross the road without supervision to attempt to place yourself in the position of intelligensia to the masses?

More to the point, why do they always write essays that would break Tolstoy’s word-count-o-meter? Is it, as I suspect, the belief that writing more truly means more substance or is it perhaps that they love the sound of their fingers bouncing merrily off the keys so much that they begin at 1am after mum has gone to bed and don’t stop until the crack of sunlight peers through their muggy spunk stained curtains, shivering orgasmically the entire time?

Even more to the point, is there any way we can make them stop?

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