Jonathan Kieran

I don’t really mean that … well, the spirit-murdering pretentious bourgeoisie should be consumed by Great White Sharks and Massachusetts is a great place to launch the feeding frenzy. #YOBoston!

By the by, in case anyone hasn’t noticed, I DESPISE this social media dance. I really do not want to convey anything meaningful because every human being’s latest fart or fevered pustule is recorded, shared, and analyzed via these infernal conduits, so EVERYTHING is trivialized and reduced to ZILCH.

I probably have a book coming out next year. Buy it. Don’t buy it. Who gives a shit? [Not I!]

Otherwise, I am not interested in entertaining ANYONE. Posting posts with postal posthaste maintains algorithms, but I actually have a life going on and I generally do not like humans … with six or seven exceptions. Okay, four.

And I have my own personal Empress. No one can top that. You only wish.

Thank you for your “empathy”—the latest, trendy, butchered, misused buzzword overtaking the minds of the hoi polloi like a pox.

Let me give you a clue: If you’re comforting a human being who has just barely survived a car accident/wreck, don’t you fucking dare say, “I totally empathize with you” unless you, YOURSELF, have barely just barely survived a car accident.

Sympathy is rendered in such cases. Not empathy.

If your friend, spouse, or Significant Other comes home one night and says, “Oh. My. God. I just robbed a bank and shot three people and butt-fucked a bystander on my way out. I feel so lost and alone!”

DON’T SAY

“I totally empathize”

unless YOU, too, have robbed a different bank, shot three other people, and butt-fucked an unrelated bystander on your way out of a bank and feel equally lost/alone.

If you haven’t ACCOMPLISHED the actual bank-robbing, shootings, and last-minute butt-fuckery, you CANNOT empathize with your friend, spouse, whore, et al.

Again, you might be able to sympathize, if you possess a modicum of imagination … and let me tell you right now that YOU DO NOT possess faculties of this nature. No. If you did, I would not have to explain such things to you, unsuccessfully—the lack of success being due to your innate, garden variety stupidity, not mine.

I thank Illuvatard EVERY DAY that my intellect is measurably “velvet-roped” within two percent (2 %) of the human population of Smarty Smart Sassy Pants Geniuses. Personally, speaking for myself, in my opinion, not biased in any fashion, I believe that my brilliance is probably equalled by perhaps one hundred, or maybe one hundred fifty-two, other humans on this hurtling space-ball. That’s a liberal estimate.

But it’s important for a spectacular specimen like me to remind others of these elite attributes so that the little people can brace themselves and make way, make way, make WAY, when I appear.

Don’t expect to see me anytime soon. After all, I can’t stand you. Have some friggin’ empathy,

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