Since my appearance on the internet about 2 years ago, I’ve come across several assholes on the internet.
And my character and personality has evolved with time, influenced by the events, people and experience.
I decided to take a step back, and look at myself. Is this the person I wanted to be when I started out 2 years ago? And the answer is no.
I’ve met 2 types of assholes in this journey: The first category are people who just plain don’t fucking like me, and are not afraid to make it abundantly clear through hurtful words and actions.
The second category, are the character assassins. These are the pretentious cunts who put on fake smiles, then stab you in the back. They spread lies and rumors, and they make it stick by planning out a web of traps.
The second category of people don’t have the balls to say they don’t like you. They’re cowards. They know they can’t do you much damage, so they try and do it through the help of others.
One lesson that I learned very on, about 2 years ago, is that I couldn’t be nice and kind and polite to everyone and expect the same in return. That’s just not how the world works.
This is how the world works: I could either be an asshole who’s selectively nice to those who deserve it, or a nice guy who constantly gets picked on and trodden down by everyone because they think he’s a fucking pussy.
Do I sound like the type of guy who’ll let people constantly pick on him and bully him?
I live my life by doing my thing. If I don’t like someone, I avoid them. If I don’t agree with someone, then we can go our different ways. No hard feelings.
There’s some individuals out there, who have made it their mission to stalk and harass me everywhere I go.
And those people, are not very smart. Not exactly the brightest bulbs in the box.
Now if you’re going to spread lies and rumors about me, while hiding under the protection of people who can fight for you, then you’re a coward.
You’re effectively and very efficiently hiding under a system that gives your ass protection, while offering no immunity to your victims.
And you expect, all your victims, to shut the fuck up, and take it up their ass, nice and slow, everyday, forever, till death rids them of their misery.
I’m afraid I’m not one of those guys.
You’re not going to bully me around and make my life miserable.
The fact that you keep coming after me shows that you’ve got nothing better to do. Your schedule’s empty.
But mine is full. When I ain’t cooking and cleaning, I’m listening to music or hanging out with my homies or watching YouTube videos – news, tech reviews, vlogs, documentaries and shit.
Now if I’ve got to squeeze in time on my busy schedule, to make room for internet wars with a bunch of fake ass pretentious cunts and bullies, then you can bet your lives, that there’s going to be a lot of collateral damage.
You assholes only have one goal – to take isvarahparamahkrsnah down. That’s your mission. And your tunnel vision.
Did it ever occur to your dumbasses to think, before you try and take me down, what have you got lose? And how far are you prepared to take this?
While you’ve got your sniper rifles aimed at my ass, I’m sitting here with a bag of grenades. Unless you’ve got your kill shot, coming after me, is going to cause a lot of damage: to you, to me, and to everyone who’s caught in the crossfire.
I’m not one of those guys who tucked their tails in their behinds and left quietly. Neither am I one of those meek ones who lived humbly under your territorial rule.
You’re like a pack of wolves attacking a lion.
Until now, my strategy was self-preservation. I kept quiet and did my thing. But now that I see you’ve been stalking me and constantly keeping tabs on me to bully me and harass me, and you ain’t going to stop anytime soon, I’m about to switch strategies.
Remember that nice guy who politely tried to have a decent conversation and reason with you? Yeah, that ain’t gonna be me no more.
I’m going to kill that guy, and unleash a monster.
I’ve always been the kind of guy that raised the stakes everywhere he went. That’s me. I’m the epitome of perfection. I am the gold standard. I am the cult of personality!
That’s why I excel at everything I get involved in. Do you want to see what I’m capable of, when you push my buttons? Come on, try it! I dare you motherfucker, try it!
Look at what I’ve accomplished in my life since my appearance. And what have you got, to show for? Nothing! Absolutely fuck-all nothing!
I know you’re jealous and envious. You can’t stand to see my success. You can’t stand to see me happy around others. You want me to be miserable and sad and depressed so you can brag and gloat about it to your friends.
What kind of sick psychopaths get off of making others miserable at every opportunity they get?
You thought you were a crazy ass bitch, well, allow me to introduce you to BRRRRROOOCKKK LEEESSSSSNAAAAAAAR!
I’m the genius that can make an act of war look both brutal and entertaining. You’re the sore loser who’s spent the last 9 months plotting several unsuccessful character assassination attempts.
I find it amusing that you’ve secured a permanent place for me in your head. You spend all day and night thinking about me, brooding, enviously plotting, and waiting.
Well, the time has come, and opportunity is knocking on your door.