OPEN SUICIDE LETTER TO AN OLIGARCH
For years now, I have been telling you fuckers… sorry, I meant to say Beautiful People… that I fully accept that I have become contaminated with cynicism and disgust, and thus, have become a full-blown crank.
You were expected to laugh.
Smirk, at least. I welcomed it, actually. I’d been rehearsing my own for months.
And having my old school chums message me to chide me and mansplain all of my delusional errors and lapses of basic comprehension to me ad nauseum became positively de rigueur, darling!
You were NOT, however, actually supposed to then go ahead and prove me 100% correct in all of my Looney Tunes™, Paranoia™-fueled, NuvoHippie blogservations.
This is precisely the kind of scenario we have been writing very clichéd science fiction films about for most of my lifetime.
This is a #TVTrope.
A bad joke.
A #4ChanMeme!
FFS, this was a CAUTIONARY TALE told to us as CHILDREN! Did none of you assholes read a fucking book back then, either!?
Dumb asses! You’re probably thinking this is all somehow #GenX‘s fault as well, because we had the temerity to lose our #scabwork entry level temp work gigs and chose to walk the fuck out of your one-armed-bandit-booby-trapped-mirrorworld-fun-house-of-card-sharps with one hand in our pocket, and the other flipping you the fucking bird!
© Lee Edward McIlmoyle Publishing Ltd.
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