I hate most people. Especially those who say they’re supporting a cause, and it turns out they’re wearing some fucking wristbands.

Oh, well done! You’re supporting the fight against cancer by buying a $1 wristband, or you’re trying to fight Internet censorship by putting hashtags in Twitter saying #nocensorship! That’s great, you really, honestly care about your cause!

Fuck you all.

Slacktivism is the word, but the word isn’t important. You’re all lazy assholes who sit around thinking you made a difference, when in fact you did exactly zero things. You put a bumper sticker saying “VOTE OBAMA”, but did you actually vote for him? Or is that so you can get with the Democrat chicks? You wear a yellow ribbon on your shirt all day… for ONE DAY. Do you really think you’re making a difference, or is this for show?

If you want to help, work in a fucking soup kitchen, you pretentious assholes. Go collect actual signatures on a piece of paper on the street. Volunteer and donate a new wing for the hospital. Jesus fucking Christ, just do something, ANYTHING, constructive. I don’t care what anyone says, you’re not doing shit if you’re sitting in an armchair and typing a few words into a 50-word box. You’re not helping the environment if you’re turning off the lights for an hour, because an hour later you’ll just be on the damn thing like nothing ever happened! You’re not helping cure cancer if you let your computer idle while it crunches numbers for Folding@home. Sure, you might feel good about it, and maybe it will help the researchers at Stanford, but it’s not called help if you’re not doing anything.

Helping’s not about feeling good like karma’s going to pay you back, it’s a long-term investment. If you want to help, go to Africa and give people their HIV medicine. You twisted assholes.