A jihad against IT

IT

Jihad on you, you insufferable wannabe. I hate your repulsive knitwearing guts with a passion more passionate than the passion with which the positive pole of a magnet hates the negative pole of another magnet. I despise your sunset photography and your fake accent and your obnoxious self-presentation, and, above all, I loathe your leech-like groupie bloodsuckery.
I can't stand the sight of you, and I wish your mother had never given birth to you at all.
FUCK YOU to the farthest reaches of the known universe and beyond.
FUCK. YOU.
Declared by IT's dedicated groupie on Thursday, December 9, 2010