Scott Adams is a pile of human filth.
Scott Adams is what happens when you hit on something early and never have a way to get out of that teenager mindset of how you're just so much more aware and smart than everyone around you, that feeling you get when something bad happens so you convince yourself it's part of your 17-dimension chess plan of how everything is going just as keikaku
Except it's not, Scott Adams is an entire fucking tool shed. Scott Adams is what happens when no one ever fucking tells you no or goes "dear maybe your idea of how the future works is wrong" or "maybe you've spent too long in engineering to realize the rest of the world exists" but not to SCOTT ADAMS. All of these people are just PAWNS TO SPEND IN THE GRAND GAME THAT I AM T HE KING OF.
Did you know Scott Adams considers himself a power player in the election? So much so that he taped a 2 hour long video of himself and his wife reacting to the debate. No, not a bunch of commentary, it's basically the camera pointed at him, and his wife, who is bored out of her mind and probably wants to get the fuck out of there and go find an actual human being to talk to or have sex with instead of the pile of fetid centipede corpses dressed in a sweater from the 80s with morals to match next to her, and Scott Adams just can't jerk himself off hard enough. He probably is jerking himself off under the camera and will later say how it's a double halo bend back reachover double cross Crossfire move to put Trump ahead where he belongs, because like Trump, Scott Adams is a fucking ALPHA MALE, with ALPHA MALE IDEAS and ALPHA MALE THOUGHTS.
Scott Adams is what every single one of these fucking garbage human beings will eventually become - jerking off as loud and as hard as they can to convince themselves one more time as they lie in bed, their wife already asleep or still out having an actual life, staring at that gun on the wall. Convincing themselves they still matter in this world, that the world they saw when they grew up, where men were in charge, yeah, that's the world everyone wants. T hey're just jealous it's my turn, they're all wrong, they'll see. Women are all whores, and all those fucking niggers and gooks are just upset at my pure power.
Not tonight, Scott Adams whispers, taking his lips off the barrel. N o, tomorrow is when I'll ascend to my true power, and people will finally recognize as not just the cartoonist of something that stopped being funny 20 years ago. No, tomorrow is when people will realize I matter, that I mean something. They'll all come to congratulate me, just like they should have done when I was a child. No, they all had to go out and "make friends" and "talk to people" and "work for it." Filthy garbage, they should have been worshiping ME.
For the briefest of moments, a thought crosses Scott Adams' mind. What of instead of shoving this gun in my mouth, I make them pay. I make them all pay. I'll go out like a hero, and start the true men's rights revolution. They'll idolize me. Glorify me. I will be spoken of in the new world order as the brave soldier who sacrificed himself, whose corpse was honorably used as a b ridge, to bring humanity back to where it belongs - with white alpha males at the top.
No, he says. I want to see the world as it should be. Someone else can start it. I'll just guide it from afar. He's not scared, oh no, he's not terrified of actually doing something. He just knows it'll never succeed without him.
The house door opens. You can hear the wife suddenly dumping her excitement and enthusiasm as she comes home to....this pile of trash.
She'll be happy I didn't blow my brains out, Scott mutters to himself. She's just hiding it, to avoid being persecuted. Surely, she knows i am an alpha male.