If you ask
me what my ideal job would be, I would reply by saying 'I want to get paid for
writing about my detestation for mankind, and for being a bastard - just like
Charlie Brooker'. I love him, which is a hard thing for a fellow misanthrope to
admit. Some young men love women in magazines who show off their perfectly
shaped mammary glands. I love an angry man in his 40's who doesn't suffer fools
gladly.
Charlie
Brooker's most recent book is called 'I Can Make You Hate', which is certainly
true, as he is the person who opened my eyes to how shit our world is. His
writings are a mix of hilarity and wit, along with disdain and a lot of
sneering. Thanks to him, I now realise that humans are nothing more than
walking, talking, flatulent haircuts. I am no longer deluded, and share his
outlook on life.
