Remember all the hubbub a while back regarding tennis and gambling? Yeah, I don't really either, but it seems one of the players involved, Frenchman Mathieu Montcourt was found dead yesterday by his girlfriend.
I won't lie and say I know who he was. I had never heard of the guy before yesterday, and never would have if I hadn't reached the end of the internet.
Regardless, the story is interesting, and there's something a bit fishy about the young man's death. 24 year old tennis players don't just keel over, but that's neither here nor there.
After quickly reading through the article, I broke my #1 rule of the internet and scrolled down, down, down, to the bottom of the web's barrel, the comments section. The land of morons, BILLY MAYS, and grade A, top choice douchebaggery.
The comments certainly didn't disappoint.
Halfway down the page was where I noticed the first mention of Michael Jackson, and from there, I was hooked. I had no choice but to put on my online haz-mat suit, and ignore the bile rising in the back of my throat.
I don't encourage anyone, not even my worst enemy (you know who you are, you sack of shit,) to venture into the depths of the internet where the bullshit flows (much like here) and the English language is treated not unlike Jeffrey Dahmer's nether regions during his prison stay, so I've taken the liberty of featuring the best of the best from yesterday's article on the death of a French tennis player. Prepare to be sic:
"Actually, Kobe, judges (hence the name), juries, the media, regular everyday people, dogs, cats and other mammals all judge. God is simply the FINAL judge but He goes on what the rest of us say. Just like your namesake who is an adulterer, a cheat and a liar. We have passed judgement, God now has the info thanks to us and when Kobe goes before Him he will have to answer to why everyone outside of L.A. finds him repulsive. And God will say, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!!" Canaaaa, we can only hope your boyfriend finds YOU dead in a stairwell. Peace."
"I too find the death of this young tennis player unfortunate and sad. However, Michael Jackson was a great entertainer for some but not all of us. But what cannot be denied regarding Jackson was that he was a weird individual with his facial surgery, skin bleaching, dangling an infant from a balcony, and most of all his penchant for young children.
If Jackson had been an ordinary individual he would have been convicted as a child molester. Because of his celebrity status he walked and one of the jurors even attended his party that evening. I am not saddened by his death though I am saddened by cultures which worship such individuals who have so little in the way of character."
"and about a 1/2 dozen soldiers died in afghanastan yesterday . . . wonder what THEIR names were, and how THEIR friends and families feel about THEIR respective losses . . ."
"this is america. if your not a celebrity it doesnt matter if you pass. even if you pass fighting for everyones freedom. america has become a huge joke. let barack obama decide how much energy we can use, let barack obama ration off your families health care. we all will just cry rivers for michael jackson for months"
"this guy sucks he bet 3 whole $ wow thats tons of money but whAt he baught with that extra cash i sprobly what he OD on and MICHEAL JACKSON IS A @#$% y r we mourning the loss of a child molester?"
"one does not need first hand experience only credible and reliable media sources which were in abundance in their fair coverage of Jackson's trial where the testimony of others was presented. Spare me the skepticism. Jackson was a molester and used his celebrity status, his expensive lawyers, and a stacked jury to secure a "not guilty" verdict. (The same with O.J. Simpson). Look at the spectacle of having a juror attend a party for Jackson. It was a farce and he was a guilty pervert. I do not regret the passing of the circus freak one iota."
I don't know what the hell they're talking about and I don't really want to. The only surprise is not seeing n****r somewhere in there. My brain hurts.