No comment.

I was going to say I don’t know why I waste time reading the comments on news articles, blogs, and YouTube videos. They’re unfailingly ignorant, uninformed, and insulting to the species at large. And I—unfailingly—am enraged by the puerile pontificating. So why, oh why, do I continue to scroll down the page?

But I do know why. It’s because I care. Yeah, I care what people think. And it’s not in any noble, free-exchange-of-ideas sense, either. I care what they think in relation to what I think. I want to be like other people. Of course I realize I can’t be like other people, as indicated by literally the first video of a political nature I found on the YouTube homepage (something about France’s newly-elected president, let me just put one giant [sic] here to cover it):

i was very happy when sarkozy was elected the president of france… this is a good new, coz i hate france and actually france is becoming a shit country and i see it will be worse next years and i am happy for that!! =) i hate france!

And the thoughtful rebuttal:

Why don’t you get a brain Citamgini? “I haaaate France because theyyyy’re naaasty there and theyyyy’re all drunk on TV”. Such an easy, trolling, idiotic and not value-adding comment. Go back to school kiddo, we don’t need any xenophobic twat here. Furthermore, why don’t you lick my balls for that very unuseful double post of your worthless comment?

Ah, yes. What would a YouTube comment thread be without the ceremonial Licking of the Balls?

Obviously I don’t wish I was like these intellectuals. So I suppose what I really want is for everyone to think the way I think. Not necessarily with the same opinions, but with the same general approach to the world: an approach where calling someone a “xenophobic twat” and telling him to lick your balls is not even considered as a viable argument.

What’s more frustrating: I realize that, while these comments represent the real and uncensored thoughts of these individuals, they don’t correspond to the real world. I’m quite sure Citamgini, in a physical world—using a real name, and face to face with a genuine, drunk and stinking Frenchman—would be less forthcoming with his opinion.