Post by Timewarp on Jan 24, 2011 12:30:24 GMT -5
You can't handle the truth! CS15, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be guarded by men with opinions. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Assassin? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for One Direction and you curse the One Direction Haters.
You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that One Direction's loss, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives...
You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall. We use words like honor, fanboyism, loyalty...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punchline.
I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a fangirl who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very opinion I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
(BTW, in case you didn't realise. I'm just joshing you here! It's all an edited version of the speech Jack Nickelson gives from A few good men. Really I just thought it'd be really funny to take this speech and edit it in such a way that it'd have relivance to the situation)
You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that One Direction's loss, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives...
You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall. We use words like honor, fanboyism, loyalty...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punchline.
I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a fangirl who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very opinion I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
(BTW, in case you didn't realise. I'm just joshing you here! It's all an edited version of the speech Jack Nickelson gives from A few good men. Really I just thought it'd be really funny to take this speech and edit it in such a way that it'd have relivance to the situation)
