Steve discovered my post about him and his 4 WINDS “colleagues” within minutes of its appearance online last Friday and quickly revived a Twitter account with 3 followers he started in November at the same time he was threatening to disclose the secret that I have been quite an asshole at times if I didn’t delete posts indicating that Steve is lying, malicious, crazy, incompetent, and most of all a laughingstock 100 percent of the time, and really has no other possible path in life but that of the obnoxious bumblefuck posing as a representative of an imaginary capering celestial clown.
He didn’t address a single thing I wrote in the post, of course; lying and malicious imbeciles like him never do. He just wanted to punish me for saying these things, and decided to give me what for, starting by posting this. The tweet he quoted is from last year and I had since iced my account, so it took me a moment to remember what it was about, even though it obviously didn’t suggest what Steve thought it did. I’m not sure whether he intentionally ignored the tweet before that or whether he just can’t understand simple, if unclever, metaphors.
At any rate, Steve then offered a number of ideas that are obviously discordant with reality, including his insistence that he himself occupies reality; the best of these was perhaps that I’m so homeless that I’m about to be kicked out of even that community. He didn’t actually use the font below or say all of these things without interruption; I was careful to provoke him into being extra-florid. What seemed to piss him off the most was my electronic pay stubs. These loopy idiots have no comprehension of the fact that it doesn’t take all day to write shit about them and that people with modest communication skills and a little resourcefulness can do a lot better than someone with an uncertain number of chromosomes banging away in pidgin English about faggots and atheists on a 14-year-old laptop his kids got him for Christmas during the Bush 43 administration.
The weird thing about his comments about my running is that I am the first person to admit that I was never a very good runner and never expected to be. Maybe that makes people who sucked far worse feel bad, especially when pathological insecurity prompts their every decision and move.
Many of Steve’s misapprehensions are the result of ideas provided to him by Kim Duclos, who, though no stable genius in her own right and relegated to unfurling ever-more-violent fantasies on Reddit about transients and everyone else in Boulder, knew that she was lying or at best hoping to be right about some aspect of my personal misfortunes, and basically threw Steve to the wolves knowing how I would react to these lies. (One thing otherwise brain-dead people like Kim are often adept at is finding folks less mentally competent than themselves and manipulating them into doing things even more misguided than usual. Well played, cunt!)
These people exemplify why the U.S. not only should never adopt a universal healthcare model, but should also dissolve its existing social welfare programs, including the Veterans Administration. “Medicare for None” has a hopeful ring to it. The U.S. probably doesn’t even have one hundred people worth keeping alive, including you, me, and everyone in any way related to the both of us. Coronavirus is a dingleberry dislodged from God’s badly battered anus by the the Chinese, and because God was on the verge of successfully autofellating himself for the first time when the outbreak began, he plans to continue expanding the Chinese model of governance (open heartlessness toward its own people) throughout the world. Any why not? When you get old, sick or both, that’s just biology, via God, telling you that you ether lost the roll of the genetic dice or that you chose the wrong social stratum at birth, and that your time is simply up as result, or will be after you experience weeks or months of optional agony in the form of pointless medical treatments.
Anyway, Steve says he’s not going to read the truth about himself anymore, which is a shame because it’s not going to stop accumulating.
Of course, he immediately started talking about the proper ways for Christians to name-call and claimed that violence was always an option. He has no plans to stop doing anything; he’s not capable of that, as he would rather be humiliated than ignored altogether.
For my part, I am most likely going to keep subjecting Steve to the same things he’s put other people through, most often when I sink into foul moods and need a justifiable target. If Steve could, he would ensure that I really was homeless and had no income and was a HIV-ravaged homo on top of that. Also, Evangelicals as a rule are just thoroughly gross people in every way whose feelings are irrelevant; I find it easy to malign them on that basis, so he gets what he gets. Also, now that the walking miscarriages of hillbilly America have clambered online to explain the world to their betters in their dilapidated terms, and have been joined in systematic lying about basic biology by a nontrivial number unapologetic man-hating opinion writers on the left, it’s time to acknowledge that the United States would be better off as a 3,000-mile-wide toxic mass grave than it is with this many living vermin in it.
The only thing I really wonder these days when I consider my laissez-faire attitude toward my own life — fine at the moment, but clearly not worth defending from illnesses or any challenge of substance– is whether people who feel this way early in life are more inclined to remain childless by constitution, or whether being childless just makes it easier to not give a shit about what a bunch of awful fuckmonkeys we all are. Most parents I know are good parents, but the ones who aren’t have proven more than capable of generating sufficient entropy to render the superstructure worthless, and hopefully we all die soon so I can grumble about those of you who lament the unlamentable.
Executive summary: In 2018, I wrote about one 
