I swear by my life and my love of it that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.
What’s this site all about? Hate, it’s all hate. That and Things. Things that piss us off. Things that should piss you off. Armchair history, political punditry and the kind of things called hate crimes in totalitarian systems. Then again some of it isn’t about anything particularly important (like you). It’s about life, well not my life because if I had one I wouldn’t be wasting my time playing on the internets with all these fools.
It’s an Idea, that one man sitting alone in his living room dropping knowledge bombs like a B-17 can change the world. Or at least the CD he’s listening to. That one sounds a lot more realistic doesn’t it?
Letters To A Dying Dream:
Also known as LT. ADD, Letters or T. Yamamoto (none being his real name naturally).
The drunken bastard that started this atrocity and the main writer for most of what passes for discourse on here. You can now find him on the twitters at @drunkenalpaca
Letters can best be summed up by this quote by one of his friends:
“But that section of humanity you like is only you. You tolerate your
friends. You manage to avoid insulting someone you think might give you sex, and burn with barely concealed rage at the rest. You only like you.”
Kick Me In The Nuts:
KMITN is a contributor who rarely contributes until the random time he remembers he is a contributor and either is angry about something or just has the urge to piss someone off. Unlike Letters he signs most of his posts with “I hate you all”, instead of the usual “I hate it here”, both of which are directly or indirectly stolen from Transmetropolitan.
A Shadowy group off assholes whose job it to remind Letters about his poor spelling and lack of proper punctuation. They are terrible at their job and fail to do this most of the time. They are also tasked with attempting to keep the Drunken Llama locked in his cage so he cannot do or say anything to the public. They aren’t very good at this either.
Deus Ex Machina:
The Holy Goddess worshiped by all who have no social lives. She is also a violent psychopath intent on killing you if you come near her home located at the End of the Internets. Drunken Llama and her are not friends and if they are ever allowed in the same room as one another it would probably usher in the apocalypse and a sex tape no one wants to see.
The Commenters And Readers:
Freaks, Spambots, Screeching Idiots that can’t take a joke, Trolls, the FBI, the CIA, Dirty White People, people who have nothing better to do than yell at me, Zombies, Pakistani Interviewers, people who think we care and all sorts of other degenerate fucks.
Editors Note: The disclaimer section has been moved to another page, we could link to it but we will not bother since you can find it for yourself at the top of the page.