Rant #36, January 3, 2004

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Words of Love

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I hate Robert Porter. I hate him so much right now, that if I had the chance right now, I would probably kill him. I wish him to boil in his own juices and be ripped apart by ravenous dogs. I wish him to be skinned, doused in gasoline and lit on fire. Nothing would please me more at the moment than to see him in pain, excruciating pain.

Your first question is quite naturally “Who is Robert Porter? Robert Porter is a nickname for somebody who you don’t need to know the identity of. Who he is is not important. What he is and what he did are far more important to the current situation. Those are the relevant questions.

What he is, is a shallow, selfish, sadistic bastard. He is an evil person who cares nothing for how his actions affect others and shows absolutely no remorse for causing friends’ pain. If ever there was a person who I considered deserving of hell, this would be it that person.

What he did is reveal a secret. I now realize that telling him this piece of information was about one of the stupidest things I have ever done in my entire life, and thus the day it occurred will henceforth be known as Kolyn’s an Idiot Day. But my stupidity does not give him the right to be a deceitful and maniacal worm. He revealed this information to somebody I care about before I told this person, who shall remain nameless, and caused both me and the person pain.

The bastard fucking well knew that it would cause pain, I know he’s not that stupid, and yet he did it anyway. What kind of person does that? What kind of person? Send any responses to eviljackfuck@youlose.btch

Robert Porter has done fuck-like things in the past, spoken ill of me and people I choose to spend time with, done stupid shit involving porn and e-mail, and various other things. But I’ve always taken it in stride, always forgiven him eventually. This time, however, he has gone too far. This time I will not forgive, nor will I forget, not that I could if I wanted to. I hope this bastard rots in hell.