I’m sick of you Anonymous, and you’re sick of me too. I loved all the flame wars, the troll battles, and the massively inflated web traffic. My favorite part was when we started accusing each other of being organized by the government.
I’m going to engage in plain-talk, for those who don’t understand my shitty brand of paranoid satire. This is the real discourse you wanted me to engage in but no longer care to hear. This is the age of transparency, though, amirite?
You’re getting cult-like. This is why I play the voice of dissent. Not because I hate what you do. I hate your motto and your symbols. The Guy Fawkes masks are a uniform. The word “we” that begins each line in your motto admits you are a group. The threat, “expect us,” is addressed to all enemies of your group.
But go ahead, you can have it all. You won’t hurt me, the way you keep threatening everybody. You won’t hurt me by wearing the mask of a violent revolutionary. You’re at least mostly non-violent, right?
One may not own knowledge.
One owns only one’s self.
Time bares all lies.
Time teaches all lessons.
Technology applied, saves time.
~Salmonboy