I want your lahve

What would the world be like if all the computer geniuses that graduate from places like Stanford, Berkley and University of Phoenix,  instead of jumping in and creating crappy games on Facebook and inventing twitter and other sundry ways of completely wasting time and talent, what if those people were tasked with actually doing things that move humankind forward?  Here's another idea--get rid of all hollywood-related news sites and tv shows and start treating those self-congratulatory, each others' butt-kissing, backslapping self-important jackoffs like regular people.  Since you know, they are just that.  But what is awesome is if you ever meet a fake celebrity, pretend like you don't know who they are and they'll get super pissed.  I haven't been able to do that, but it's on the howard stern show all the time, to whom I also never listen.  The only thing worse than all celebrities are celebrity reporters.  Especially the bonehead girl from Dancing with the Stars and actually, everyone on a celebrity gossip show.  Even shows giving them bad attention like TMZ still gives those idiots attention which is what they crave which is what must be denied them so they will shrivel up and deflate and hopefully move away to the Yukon never to be heard from again unless they are in a movie or a tv show or something, but after that, no interviews, no press events, no standing around getting your picture taken.  I'm talking to you Taylor Twit.  Please double your facial expressions by picking one more up on the way out.  The grammys is a lot like The Emperor's New Clothes.  The only people who think it's even worth watching are the same people who think that Pink's performance with the spinning curtains was SO BEAUTIFUL or that Lady Gaga is SO SHOCKING.  The rest think the same about  people watching the grammys as the people in the grammys.  It's all just silliness.  If you need an award to validate your accomplishment, you're a pitiful human and you aren't worth the gold spray paint on your trophy.  Of course all those gasbags will say Hey I didn't ask for this award!  So I say to you, gasbag, why don't you prove it, don't show up next time, decline the award.  None of them will because how else are they going to be able to look at their prematurely aged faces in the mirror each morning when they wake up to another day without a single reason to continue existing?  You fakes.  You pathetic miserable fakes.  Nobody cares about you.  Why else do you go to these ridiculous award shows?  So you can bask in all the fakeness of the rest of your pathetic friends who have all the same problems as you.  Empty lives and empty souls.  Useless humans.  You're nothing special.  You're nothing.  Remember that as you sit in your bathroom alone bleeding out at the wrists.  Nobody is going to miss you because nobody cares.