Amen. That story was downright awful. In fact, I'm gonna write a better story right now:
One ordinary summer day, Paintbucket arrived home from a gay marriage protest, eager to start spamming YouthNoise with bigotry. He booted up his computer, double-clicked Internet Explorer, and was shocked and dismayed when his homepage (
www.kukluxklan.com, and it's not a real link, so don't bother trying) wouldn't load.
What the hell is going on? Paintbucket asked himself. He tried to load Google, intending to run searches on guns and trucks (his two favorite things), but
that wouldn't load, either. Frustrated, he ran a VirusScan program.
The results confirmed his worst fear: his computer had been infected with a horrible virus that would keep him offline for at least 2 months!
Sure, it's only fiction, and it's only my fantasy. But it's a man's right to dream, isn't it?
And then, as the books were told, Fina replied: "A can of worms, my dear friend? What has this to do with reason?"
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