theradicalchild: (Mickey at Desk)

To compensate for few friends in real life,
I sought those virtual of the same mind
Only to engage in slanderous strife
Were their worldviews pessimistic, unkind.
Most friends I have lost due to politics,
Many due to rhetoric, not beliefs;
Civics, a poison all topics infects
With disregard for rhetorical peace!
Others due to media I enjoyed
Where discussions turned unintelligent
And I found myself easily annoyed
By alarmist elitists, views hell-bent!
Best not to befriend those not met in flesh,
Truer if views in shared hobbies don’t mesh.


Most of the movies in said media come from one particular production company where certain entries of particular franchises are considered "untouchable" despite actually having major plot holes and bad writing, and I think it's really freaking sad I learned of said issues from the website Cracked and the Family Guy parodies, not any "professional" movie critics, which I think says a lot about the sad state of film journalism across the world, and I think critics and audiences more like the "idea" of said films rather than the movies as they actually are. Regarding games, I got into huge fights with other reviewers about games I liked but they didn't, and vice versa, when I submitted reader reviews to RPGamer, which ultimately led me to go rogue in game journalism, and I never read other people's game reviews since more often than not, I don't just disagree with said reviews, but rather the logic and illogic behind them.
theradicalchild: (Red Panda Mei Angry)
This is dedicated to the furry for whom I did gift art only to be unlovingly rejected. Screw you.

You wounded my heart, foul doe of the sea;

Your guts I want spilled; your blood shall I mop;

I, victim of your verbal piracy,

Revenge thus I ink; your head shall I lop!

I gave you the innocent gift of art

Only for you to cannon my gesture;

You are in my mind a malignant wart;

Your death shall be swift and my vengeance sure!

You thanked me for chancing your gallery,

Only to me from your artwork exile;

Such gall you showed to me in heresy;

I hope you suffer in the ocean’s mire!

Your paralysis surely makes you cross.

You want not my gold? Then that is your loss!

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