ergo, naught: much ado about nothing

I guess the thing I hate most about many of the “name” open source wankers I’ve known is the same thing I hate about bloggers (howdy Mister Kettle), and that is because they’re a bunch of self-important pukes spewing forth their “Hey look at me” shitsmeared Holier-Than-You-At-least uselessness everywhere they go.

They drip with it. Maybe they can’t help it. Slugs smothered in the mucus of their own self-delusion.

What brings this on is the self-promotional antics of someone I know of (though do not know, personally). He was involved in a very high-profile legal/political issue. Looking at it from the side of a spectator, once it became clear that the fight was lost he bailed out and found some other way to feed his starving rockstar ego.

Months later, when it seems that, in fact, at the very 23:59 midnight fucking hour the fight may yet be saved and a victory of sorts pulled out, lo and behold here comes King Wonderfuck Himself gallantly leading His abandoned forces over the final token hurdle to make sure His name is on the prize.

No surprise then to find this same individual demonstrating his great stores of humility by ensuring that everyone he knows reads the clue-devoid articles that proclaim him to be the Hero of the Hour, Your Friend and Mine, Saviour of All That is Holy, ye very Shitburglar of Shitburglars.

It’s not visionaries I mean. It’s just fucking vultures.

Maybe one day they’ll all take a good hard look at themselves and blow their fucking heads off.

But I’ve never been one to give way to romantic optimism.