...It doesn't do anything, but do you see any Tigers around here?"
"Lisa I wish to buy your rock".
Ahh feeling safe. Or rather the need to feel safe. And to sell anything based on other peoples fears (be it a pet rock that keeps tigers away, or the thought of just how many breadcrumbs you leave out on the internet), you need to become that evil you warn about. I did that, I didn't like doing that. And since i only do this, because it's fun.
I'm not going to do that anymore.
I became that salesman that turns up at peoples homes and tells them that eastern European gangs (or if you live in America its either dem blackies or mexicans or canadians) to gain entry to your house and vandalise your children and rape you tv... Or something.
They have litterally sold their self and their souls to sell a home alarm system. I did it to prove a point on what i felt -and still feel- was important. I've made my point now, so I will stop.
It is really weird to write silly posts about fail-pugs that litterally was nothing than "look what I've read lately" post, and get a huge flux in readers.
And then I go through this little series, and (although it might not seem so to others reading) go through hours of guilt and heartache and internal debate over if I should post it or not. And I get my reader amounts cut in half.
The positives of this little story seems to be, that im lucky that I only write for myself, and it seems that the people want funny stories, and not these stories of evil.
The negative grumpy old man side of me, wonders why I bother :)
Next post: How did a DDK get to sit on the Lic kings lap? Why Ulduar is Uldubore, and why ICC *IS* the place to be.
Best frikking instance EVER!!!