From the Mouths of Vidiots

I'm not saying I've been watching "A Special Christmas Box" repeatedly or anything, but I finally got around to checking out the YouTube comments for it. First one that caught my eye was succinct, even pithy. It read:

maybe you're a fucking idiot

And then I looked down, and I saw that the idiot-labeler was responding to some fluff about how this was the best video ever in the history of videos and we should all frame it for posterity, blah blah. Not very exciting.

But then I looked up to the comment after the idiot-labeler's, and you know what? This is the comment the "I know an idiot when I see one" YouTuber should have been responding to:

I sing this song to random girls at the club. :)

I'm right, right? In a just world it'd go:

I sing this song to random girls at the club. :)

maybe you're a fucking idiot

Anyway! The next time I get some rape apologist, some maybe-if-she-were-on-top, this-would-never-have-happened sort of dude, I'm not even going to bother with my faux-attorney, point-by-point-refutation routine. Who am I, Perry Mason? Who needs that? I sure don't need that. So from now on:

maybe you're a fucking idiot

Come to think of it, why didn't I just title my blog that in the first place?