The Filth of Fear: You Fuckers are the Problem

This week’s been a goddamn circus of stupidity, and I’m not even surprised anymore. X, the platform of “free speech” ban has left me with too much time to wade through the digital sewer you lot call discourse this week, and let me tell you, it’s a fucking mess. The world’s already a pressure cooker, and you idiots are out here cranking the heat, screaming about phantom invaders while the real threat – your own brain-dead panic-mongering – chokes the life out of society.

Case in point: that pint-sized prick Stephen, the internet’s favourite fearmonger, has done it again. This time, he’s spewing his usual apocalyptic bullshit, posting a video of some poor kid getting slammed to the ground by a swarm of cops. Why? Because the kid was cosplaying an “Umbrella agent” from Resident Evil – you know, that game and movie franchise where bioengineered zombies aren’t real? Stephen’s caption? “BREAKING: An attempted mass shooter has been arrested near Stamford Bridge after the Chelsea game.” Jesus wept, you absolute cretin. It’s a 16-year-old in a costume, not a fucking terrorist.

This is the world you’ve built, you X-addicted lunatics. Scottish preteens are out here swinging knives, threatening people just on the way to their local shop, and now a kid in a cosplay outfit gets pinned like he’s Osama bin Laden’s stunt double because you morons can’t tell fiction from reality. You see a plastic gun and a tactical vest from a Hot Topic clearance bin, and suddenly it’s DEFCON 1. You’re not protecting society – you’re the ones shitting your pants and making everyone else too scared to leave their houses.

You wonder why the public’s on edge? It’s not your imaginary “invaders” or shadowy cabals. It’s you. You fucking pricks, amplifying every half-baked panic attack into a viral apocalypse. You scream about free speech being dead while using your precious platforms to spread lies that make people clutch their pearls and bolt their doors. Society’s teetering on a knife’s edge, not because of real problems, but because you’re inventing them, blasting them through your echo chambers, and then whining when someone calls you out.

Get a grip, you absolute cunts. Stop jerking off to your own paranoia and take a hard look in the mirror. The real threat isn’t out there – it’s you, sitting at your keyboards, turning a kid’s cosplay into a national security crisis. Fuck off with your fear.

I’m Spider Thompson, and I’m sick of your shit.