The Paroles Of JK

How dare you, you low-life, cowardly, disgusting little crawling piece of shit. What on earth gives you the right to make out I’m in the wrong when you’re the little freak who sniffs around my girlfriend and knocks on her door at four in the morning as high as a kite.

She isn’t worried. She reckons she can look after herself. I say you’re three words away from a total breakdown, from going completely round the bend and self-destructing. I think you’re a danger to people around you. Quite frankly, sunshine, I want you to take your quack science, your pseudo-philosophy, and fuck off. 

You think my aggression stems from a “complex” I have. Hmm, you’re right. I have this irrational anger towards creeping conspiracy nutjobs with paranoid tendencies who feel that my girlfriend is fond of them. No, she’s just too nice to say what I’ve said, and will continue to say: if you have to apologise to anyone after speaking to them whilst fucked off your nut on anything psychedelic three times a week, then perhaps it might be a great time to seek help. Or take a long walk off a short cliff.

Either works. I am not normally a nasty person; I can get along with nearly everyone. Everyone who is not a nutjob.

You see, a conversation cannot be held with you. You are so far past crazy that it’s difficult to see you any more. When you believe, honestly, truly believe that a group of people are controlling this planet then you have lost it. You have covered your eyes, stuck your fingers in your ears and ignored the world around you.

You have created a fantasy world which means I cannot feasibly hold an argument with you because the laws by which my arguments are presented are not there in your world. You leave me no foundations and then tell me my arguments are wrong. Let’s reverse the situation. I propose the scenario whereby you are a crazy person, and everything you say must be questioned by a group of your peers. This is called Science, by the way, look it up. As it turns out, now everything - and I mean literally everything - you say is tripe. Because nobody would believe it, any more than anyone would believe that a fat man in a red suit can get all the way round the world in one night.

Go away. Stop existing. You are befouling the planet and lowering the average IQ of the human race. I cannot stand the idea of a fascist regime that destroys free-thinkers, but there is a line between free thinker and madman and you, pal, are way over that line and still accelerating.