I have never heard so many blathering idiots and buttheads, disingenuous assholes, who wouldn't know a sincere bone in their body if their life depended on it come out from under the radar.
All of you.
You too, you phony POS. Ass kisser!
Let me tell you a story about compassion. I have compassion and understanding for people who know when to shut up and leave the room. They are sincere. They don't cower and hide under their bed covers.
The bullshit. STOP! Please, stop it.
You stupid, ass-kissing industry people with your false sensations and outpouring of what? Nothing, n.o.t.h.i.n.g. Got it? Let me tell you why I don't care what you say or mean. Because all of it truly lacks anything of substance.
I call you out.
I call you out.
Remember, don't bullshit a bull shitter.
By tomorrow, most of you will be getting hammered at Grumpys and forget about the guy. If he was that swell where the fuck were you when he was alive? REPEAT: Stop the bullshit. Please. Seriously, all of you need to get laid or something. Go to Bakos' office and tell her how amazing she is; go over and send a golly-gee, sir, Mr. Bloomquist, you are divine e-mail so you can get an extra SweetJack coupon for Christmas.
Go hoover Karel too while you're at it--after all, The Man just loved his show. Stooges!
Look, you are on this planet for a limited time. Morbidity and mortality. You, all of YOU, will succumb some day. Death is a bitch. I lost my brother, father too. You want to be a hero? Go to Children's Hospital and see the little kids--that's something to weep for-- everything else is a hunk of bullshit.
The man passed. To his family, condolences. His daughters lost a father. Godspeed to them. Those close to him and his family, we feel for you. The ones who truly KNEW him for an extended time and didn't offer false malaise and cry over the weekend.
Yeah, I said it. It needed to be said.
Stop the bullshit and get back to your desk, moron.
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