Poor Mojo's Two Minute Hate

i hate that the internet gives some ball licker from the swamps of florida or some backwoods shit ball from the appalachian mountains with an internet connection the opportunity to sit back and pontificate on the lives of those they have deemed "interesting or important"...but i suppose thats what i do, right?

but see, before you go start pointing fingers in the direction of a certain dank and dark basement apartment in chicago you should probably first take a look at your little circle. do you sit behind your computer all day trolling around, lurking the lives of others waiting for their next social faux pas so you can be the first to run to your communities or message boards and report back and let all of your 'e-friends' know about what that one guitar player from that one awesome band you stood half a mile away from at that concert shoved up his girlfriends ass?

have you ever heard the saying, "theres no such thing as bad publicity?"

probably not.
because for all the shit you hate on, every time the name of that dude or that band falls from your mouth, the person you hate wins. you inadvertently perpetuate what you hate.
wanna know why paris hilton is still famous? because of the haters.
wanna know why kevin federline is still famous? because of the haters.
we all know that there is more talent on the opening slot for the taste of chaos tour, so why do they still command huge paychecks and make tv appearances?
because of the haters. haters keep this shit alive.