The unbearable shite-ness of being
Apr 15, 2012 | Make a comment
The Internet for me is therapy. it is an escape from the mundane, the drab, the mediocrity which comprises the supporting cast in the great drama which bears the title: 'My Life !'
So, of course, when my use of it is rationed due to the vagaries of everyday life I tend to be somewhat touchy about what constitutes my incursions into virtual land. The last thing I want is some fuckwit causing me grief. Today I had a fuckwit causing me grief in spades ! My patience is at an al time low due to family circumstances; illness to be specific. So being lectured on Post Modernism of all things by some pedantic little wannabe know all. You know the type, he got a 2:1 in social studies at 'Grimsdale academy for Higher education and bingo on Thursdays' type thing. Next minute he's fucking Martin Heidegger.
As you might expect as this came about with me making a simple post about my position on the Coalition's latest publication regarding recovery I wasn't expecting any problems. But, at the end I made a silly comment mentioning post modernism, only in order to set up a punch line about them 'deconstructing' the present system. Naturally I expected it to be taken as a not very amusing word play. Not Mr Pedantic though. He felt duty bound to share his wisdom on Post modernist theory, which has about as much relevance to the drugs field as today's Sunday league results in the central Lancashire League (assuming such a body exists). When I took exception to his pseudo intellectual claptrap with an obvious piss take of the subject. Shit for brains, who either has a skin thicker than a hippo's butt or is dimmer than Nick Clegg, took it at face value, i.e. he believed it was a deadly serious attempt to intellectually fence with him on the famous piece of Gallic nonsense which is every sophists wet dream: Post Modernism !
I was truly gobsmacked ! Surely nobody could be that dim, or that wrapped up in their own over inflated, pompous sense of intellectual worth ? I under estimated this numb skull. He swallowed as being kosher, lock, stock and barrel ! When dealing with such an obvious "tard", yeah it's non PC and abusive but in his case 100% true, one can only slowly join the dots for them until somewhere in the confused mass of quotes and concepts, which they have memorized but of course totally failed to understand, hopefully a dim light goes on and they retire; No doubt utterly convinced that he was right and I'm wriggling out of having to debate with such a mental giant.
I despair, I go on line to avoid the 'shit for brains brigade' instead I'm pestered by them like mosquitoes around a lily white Englishman on the beach first day of his holiday. What's the answer ? If only I knew.
So, of course, when my use of it is rationed due to the vagaries of everyday life I tend to be somewhat touchy about what constitutes my incursions into virtual land. The last thing I want is some fuckwit causing me grief. Today I had a fuckwit causing me grief in spades ! My patience is at an al time low due to family circumstances; illness to be specific. So being lectured on Post Modernism of all things by some pedantic little wannabe know all. You know the type, he got a 2:1 in social studies at 'Grimsdale academy for Higher education and bingo on Thursdays' type thing. Next minute he's fucking Martin Heidegger.
As you might expect as this came about with me making a simple post about my position on the Coalition's latest publication regarding recovery I wasn't expecting any problems. But, at the end I made a silly comment mentioning post modernism, only in order to set up a punch line about them 'deconstructing' the present system. Naturally I expected it to be taken as a not very amusing word play. Not Mr Pedantic though. He felt duty bound to share his wisdom on Post modernist theory, which has about as much relevance to the drugs field as today's Sunday league results in the central Lancashire League (assuming such a body exists). When I took exception to his pseudo intellectual claptrap with an obvious piss take of the subject. Shit for brains, who either has a skin thicker than a hippo's butt or is dimmer than Nick Clegg, took it at face value, i.e. he believed it was a deadly serious attempt to intellectually fence with him on the famous piece of Gallic nonsense which is every sophists wet dream: Post Modernism !
I was truly gobsmacked ! Surely nobody could be that dim, or that wrapped up in their own over inflated, pompous sense of intellectual worth ? I under estimated this numb skull. He swallowed as being kosher, lock, stock and barrel ! When dealing with such an obvious "tard", yeah it's non PC and abusive but in his case 100% true, one can only slowly join the dots for them until somewhere in the confused mass of quotes and concepts, which they have memorized but of course totally failed to understand, hopefully a dim light goes on and they retire; No doubt utterly convinced that he was right and I'm wriggling out of having to debate with such a mental giant.
I despair, I go on line to avoid the 'shit for brains brigade' instead I'm pestered by them like mosquitoes around a lily white Englishman on the beach first day of his holiday. What's the answer ? If only I knew.
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