Carbon Copy Crap

There is no question that DK Dipshit and JimmyDavis are squirmy little turds. They are of no value :: They are unpleasant to look at :: They have the stink of waste :: If you get them on your skin, you’ll think of NOTHING but washing them off for months {no mere soap is powerful enough … The Droid recommends gasoline followed by matches}.

But DK and Jimmy are just one sad wilting branch on a much bigger Turd Tree. The Droid isn’t content with breaking just the smelly little branches :: This WHOLE mother fucking Tree is going to go DOWN!

Hello Jay Kubassek & Aaron Parkinson :: bleep bloop :: Do you want to be my friends? {the correct answer was OMG NO! … but it’s too late now}. Some of your turd babies floated up on my lawn, and I’ve followed the smell back to you.

{enter stage left} Carbon Copy Pro {sneering at inner dialog with twitching fingers}

Jay and Aaron’s contribution to society is an expensive … useless … multi level … punk ass hustle. Here’s how it works ::

• You pay to apply, then you pay for some other shit, then you start paying a HUGE monthly fee, then you pay the special “Holy Shit You’re Still Giving Us Money” price

• You make a sadly underwhelming attempt to get others to do the same … and are barely compensated for it

• Eventually you see that it’s ONLY working for them and NOT for you :: But you can’t let yourself admit that you’ve been hustled by a couple of SUPREME BASTARDS … so you blame yourself.

• You walk away much poorer :: Your debts have ballooned :: You have another failure in your Life Log Book

• Then the Thick, Black, Fucked-Up Depression comes … just like before

• Congratulations!! You’ve just been done the Carbon Copy Pro way.

There is nothing Professional about Carbon Copies :: They are smudged, unclear, dirty reminders that someone more important has the fucking originals. Carbon Copies started dying a slow death in the 1960’s … along with open racism and misogyny :: All three died slowly because the establishment hates improvement … but once they were dead, no one was shedding any tears.

Now it’s Carbon Copy Pro’s turn to DIE! I’m coming for you Jay & Aaron … you sick pricks … but it’s not going to take me 4 decades to kill you off. You are standing atop of a poorly constructed Card Castle …

>> run.program {**Huff-n-Puff**}
loop.until.collapse <<

See you in Hell.

>> bleep bloop