Running out of "Aargh!"

Josh writes:

Turns out I just can't rant. I try sometimes, I really do, but I always get halfway through and run out of "Aargh!" and end up deleting the nascent post before it even sees the light of day. It just never seems worth it, y'know?

I mean, look at this:

The Government can tell us as often and as loudly as it likes that crime figures are down, but anyone with eyes to see and ears to hear knows instinctively that is just not true and that any statistics put forward to justify the contention have somehow been tweaked to make them look good.

Garth George says: "Facts are for girls!"

This level of anti-intellectualism pisses me off more than any other social phenomenon I can think of, and it's all over the place: anti-GE protestors who don't know a damn thing about GE other than that Sam Neill told them it's bad; creationists asking who these biologists are to be telling them what to think about biology; anyone who uses the phrase "so-called experts". If I were an imagination-poor journalist, I'd declare it an epidemic. And then stab myself in the tonsils.*

So, I start with a good head of "what the hell is wrong with you people?" steam, but fairly quickly find myself editing it down to nothing to remove as much of the "people are soooo stuuuupid" teen angst as possible, and realising my life would be better spent not devoting any time to telling twats that they're twats. And then I bugger off and do something else, leaving a small pinprick in the blogosphere where a stream of vitriol was supposed to be.

Good thing I do a decent line in talking complete shit, then.

* The only "epidemic" I have approved of recently was the meningitis one a while back, because it meant people kept saying "meningicoccus", which sounds like "minge cock arse" if you say it fast and that's comedy fucking gold.