Maybe I should make it clear: I'm in one of those moods today, seriously, I should really not be writing right now but it's time to make a few points.
I write and post for me and my regular readers who want to get the low-down on Bay Area media.
YOU, on the other hand--you and the other Posers, the misfits who come here because they have no other alternatives and want to vent, I have no use for you and the others.
One thing for sure, I don't kiss ass nor do I sit behind the altar and bullshit, at least for the most part I give straight-forward and I'm honest. Maybe too honest at times. But for the most part I'm consistent too and I don't hide behind a keyboard and take personal shots; I'm wise to you.
YOU, basically, are a relentless little peon -- a worker bee that has to kowtow to the bosses and obey your masters. I don't play the bullshit game, sorry, I have my admirers and enemies and they come here, even the assholes who work at 55 Hawthorne who inject sugar up their bosses asses on a daily basis. I know the drill.
Periodically I write this report because I wear my emotion on my sleeve and vent. It's good to vent, it's great to call out the posers every now and then and to remind them there comes a time when ALL of this, ALL OF THIS IS MEANINGLESS and fate takes over. Put all of that into perspective and get your head out of your ass along the way.
Should be an interesting radio show--I might embellish further.
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