E-Thugs and E-Love

Well, fuck. Been a while since this much shit has pissed me off this much.
Usually the general fuck-it-all-in-anyway attitude of modern day nothingness doubles as a handy anaesthetic. But this weird cocktail of recent crap is too strong for that stuff; at least now anyway.

To save a pinch of face here I'll avoid writing anything cohesive, detailed, or logical.
I'm delaying a tremendous need to piss to enhance the urgency of this piece.
No, really.

So, bullet points or madcrazysuperneuroticstreamofconsciousness, or what...?
Bullet points, ok:

• Graffiti writers need to stop talking. No, scratch that:
• Graffiti writers need to stop talking so much SHIT. Fucking egos. Fucking walking egos. Fucking walking egos with 600 burners and more cynicism than a holocaust survivor. You'd have a hard time finding more self-interested egomaniacs in a Hollywood socialite rehab clinic. Number One: Save the superior romanticism for a second (which I too can be guilty of), YOU WRITE YOUR NAME ON WALLS. Number Two: Save a select, changeable few at any given time, YOU PROBABLY HARDLY EVER WRITE YOUR NAME ON WALLS. Now, if you do, refer again to Number One.

This bullet point thing isn't working. Plus, I'm simplifying things to the point of literary finger painting. But anyway, my point is in there somewhere. People in the 'scene' are jumping down each others throats at every oppurtunity in holier-than-thou frenzies; or, simply put: shitting on each other. Ultimately, a lot of people on all sides of every fence are getting far too interested in shitting on each other; and nobody likes a shitter. But, more than that, nobody likes being shitted on, so it's just one big race to the top of the shitting ladder. Shit first and shit hardest, before they shit on you. Right?

Well, I don't know.

This image has absolutely no relevance whatsoever, don't look at it

I have a hunch that a lot of this animosity boils down to one, simple factor. Let's call it the 'e-plague'.
Now, the 'e-plague' isn't to do with the existence of graffiti forums, or anything like that. It's something much older than that. Take a quick trip to any youtube video and you'll quickly become lost in a number of ongoing textual wars buried in the comments. They will spew racial hatred, religious bigotry, conspiratorial elitism, homophobic outbursts, heterophobic outbursts, patriotic ignorance, anarchic arrogance, pseudo marxist pretentions....shit, everything any war has ever been started for.
In a fucking Happy Days clip.
No joke. Take a look. Regardless of the video, people will have 627 interconnected e-battles on behalf of ANYTHING.

Why? Well, people don't have to maintain any type of social etiquette on the internets. They can have faceless, stigma-proof, hate-friendly shitting sessions...without risking permanent disability due to marathon head-kickings. They can be Hitler for ten minutes, before going to squash practice. This is the 'e-plague', and it isn't pretty. What does it tell us about humans in general? Well:

- The only reason your next-door neighbour doesn't kill you is because he doesn't want to get arrested
- Your cousin would burn down his school, and maybe his suburb, if his parents weren't such a drag
- Everybody hates everybody
- Nobody knows how to use "your" and "you're" correctly

This image is incredibly important, pay attention and study it

Basically, the 'e-plague' removes all social repurcussions or consequences with blank e-dentities. It teaches us that, if humans existed only as faceless consciousness, they'd be fucking arseholes.

Graffiti has NOTHING to do with the interwebs. NOTHING. So lets leave it for the porn, random google image searches and inaccurate wikipedia information, aaaaight?
Aaaaaight.

If people are so passionate about these great issues of our time, get on the blower and round up your opponents for a FACE-TO-FACE-HATE-A-THON(tm). But, you don't care that much, do you? Right, so take a decent crap and chill the fuck out.

There was a lot more I wanted to say about a lot more things. But I can't remember 'em, so maybe they weren't that terrible after all.
I actually don't need to piss anymore. Well, fuck.