Ignorance is Bliss

It really is, you know. It must be, for so many people to wallow in it.
I've been verbally accosted by someone on Twitter tonight who actually quoted me - except he hadn't read my blog; he just assumed I'd said it. Strictly speaking, I could sue him for libel, but frankly, I can't be arsed. People like that just bore me. They actually make me feel physically tired. They're so desperate to be considered intellectual they'll just jump into any conversation, even if they don't have the slightest idea what's going on. They come along, trying to sound like the voice of reason, desperately cobbling together sound-bites they hope will sound intelligent.
The man who joined in on Twitter tonight is Alan O'Connor; an Irish Barber. He came along, trying to sound clever, mis-quoting me and generally displaying the level of ignorance you usually find in a brain-damaged hippo. And he's one of those desperate fuckwits who doggedly pursue the conversation and try to justify their fuckwittery while showing over and over again that they would be more suited to a tyre on a rope.
Why do people like that think they have the right to just jump in like that? What is it that supposedly makes these fuck-knuckles relevant?
James Warron's another one. He jumped in with an unwarranted comment about my character. He works in Government Relations, so obviously he was just desperate for attention. Perhaps jumping off a very tall building and landing on top of David Cameron, killing them both and putting the country out of its misery, would have been more appropriate. It's just a suggestion, that's all.
Well, it's getting late. I'm going to take my great big ball of hatred and go to bed. There, I'm going to think of new ways to hate people.
Goodnight all.