Yes indeed. What really annoys the ever loving bananas out of me? Stupid people. That's right. Especially stupid people who are too stupid to realize how freakin stoopid they is. Extra-specially if said stupid idiots have, in their own minds, vaulted themselves to a position of authority for heaven only knows WHAT reason.
MUSICAL INTERMISSION BROUGHT TO YOU BY FAILURE TO EXCOMMUNICATE, by Relient K
But what really, really chaps my hide is the fact that the laws of politesse dictate that we (who are sentient) do not point out the proper lack of qualification of these individuals. How those laws have found their way into cyberspace in order to handcuff my own writing, I will never know. I don't believe I will write anymore on the specifics, nonetheless, for fear that through the six degrees of Kevin Bacon our dear stoops would hear of this and hate me. AND if there's one thing my dear readers are sure I hate, SURTOUT, it is to be hated. My final chuckle in this matter, a sort of pensive after-laugh, comes from the thought of you morons agreeing with every word I've typed. Oh, Alanis, the sweet, sweet irony.
