Hey, mr Horrible, You suck.

I know he won’t read this, ever. But I feel like if I don’t rant on this somehow, it is going to fester and rot inside of me. I try not to spend time thinking about the waste of space that is mr Horrible. However, sometimes he just manages to do or say something that gets under my skin and all I want to do is punch him in the throat.

If he were to read this, I would tell him: Do not call your children and mess with their minds in the same way that you did me. Do not call your children and because you lack the personality or breadth of character to actually have anything useful to talk about, use the talking to ask questions such as “What did you do this weekend?” and then do nothing but criticize their response.

It is their life that you are basically saying “That’s all?” to. You may not think that your comment wounds, but it cuts deep. They don’t have a problem with how they spent their weekend (with me, I might add) until you turned your pointy assed nose up at it.

Sometimes losers like mr Horrible need to have a clone of themselves whose sole job is to do to them each and everything they have done to others. Not that I think he would learn any meaningful life lessons, but it would be nice to see him getting fucked in the ass, figuratively speaking.