the argonaut's Journal: The End

Every good story needs an end. So here it is.

I've wasted I don't know how many hours around these parts reading stories that have no real significance, comments from idiots that appear to have the intelligence of Rush's legion of dittoheads (except they know how to use a keyboard too). I've posted the good-natured troll on occasion, but for the most part I've tried to keep my posts civil and on-topic, and have from time to time been able to have a rather enjoyable discussion. I've carefully nursed my good karma and tried to be fair and even-handed when blessed with moderator points, preferring to lift somebody up who deserved it rather than push somebody down (who more often than not deserved it as well).

And then a few days ago, it hit me. This is not a "community," if you can even call it that, that I want to be any part of. While there are a few really great nice people out there amongst all y'all, by and large, you're ASSHOLES. Almost every single last one of you. Why would I freely choose to associate myself with people like you? I really can't answer that question. It's not like the stories posted here are all that exciting, or that they have any real meaning beyond the borders of my browser. Most of the time (i.e., 99.99999999999%), the content of /. is complete and utter crap. It's not like the discussion is all that interesting. As I said before, you're mostly a bunch of morons. So why keep doing this?

The only answer I can think of is "don't." So I think I won't. After I post my goodbye here, along with the nice big fuck you I've been wanting to say to y'all for so long, I'll be changing my password to something completely gibberish, switching my email account to null, and getting the hell out of dodge.

And so the story ends. FOAD.