This blog was hacked twice. First by a hacker who goes by the name of walangkadji. I wrote a post thanking walangkadji. “Fuck you very much” I told him. The response I got, instead of “welcome”, was to be hacked again by walangkadji’s cohorts. I guess hackers run in packs. Like azkals.
There are good hackers and bad hackers. Good hackers are those who make positive contributions, those who expose dirty linen or who take down sites belonging to people or organizations that victimize good people. Then there are the hackers who are nihilists, who steal or deface or take down sites for the hell of it because well that’s what they do. And it’s about all they can do.
They have the smarts to hack but they don’t have the ability to communicate. The internet just reminds them of their handicap so they hate it. They prevent normal human beings from communicating with one another. It’s not enough for them to lurk in the shadows to look and listen while the rest of us interact. No, they would rather we all become like them, unable to share information, ideas, feelings. Poor hate-filled fuckers.
What could be the reason for such a hateful attitude towards the rest of humanity? Could it be because they grew up in a household where their father beat up their mother everyday because she did not have enough sense to have them aborted? But how could she know that such a beautiful gift would turn out to be a piece of shit? Or is it the mother who beats up the father for not wearing a condom when he fucked her? But how could he know that out of the millions of sperms living in his balls the one who would turn out to be a useless piece of shit will be the one that would win the race?
Poor un-wanted un-aborted fetus, he can’t take it out on his folks because they feed and house him. They even bought him a computer which he now uses to take revenge on a world that does not want him.
I don’t know if anyone has ever told them this so I will:
Guys, you unloved, un-aborted, unable to communicate nihilist hackers, suicide is painless. You won’t feel anything after you do it.
Whatever you may feel before you do it is nothing but your fear of the unknown, the sudden change from your sorry life to whatever awaits your kind. So don’t be afraid. Your life is painful and useless enough as it is and it’s never going to change so ending it right now is the best thing that can ever happen to you.
It will liberate you from the cruelty of a world that never wanted you in the first place. Your life will be better once you’re dead. Kill yourself now.
Jump off a high-rise, you will get a rush on the way down. Put a gun to your head, you will experience the greatest pyrotechnic show ever. Or you can slash your wrists or turn on the gas and put your head in the oven or take a bottle of pills if drifting away is the only method that your cowardly self has the guts to do.
Any method will do because in your case the end justifies the means. So kill yourself in any manner you deem appropriate. But kill yourself.
Besides it’s better that you die by your own hands than to die by mine. Trust me on that, Motherfuckers!