Heres why I hate you, you coward of a #kooziemongercorporateassclowndouchecanoecatalogcarpetbombingtrunkslammerstalkergladhandguy.
You, sir, are a poltroon. A lilly livered, cowering, stalking, insipid, flaccid, passive aggressive troll. I’ve open asked you to join my battle against crapassery. I’ve publicly asked you to join me on stage, highlighting excellence in our industry. Yet you hide behind a polite and genteel mask of civility. You hide from me while I openly taunt you for your misdeeds. I cannot abide you, or anyone who behaves like you. You stalk my tribe vociferously, yet mock us. The sheer cheek of your mockery astounds me. More astounding is your continued insistence that you are a professional. You are an adult version of eddie haskell, fundamentally a suck up. A boot licking lacky.
But thanks for the nudge, the prod, the unwelcome facebook poke. Because just as our clients inspire us to do great work, you inspire us to be unlike you.
That entitlement mentality that you exude sickens me, you are entitled to nothing better than a proper length of ass kicking.
You pull a knife, we pull a gun. You send a koozie, we send a tervis. You give a coaster, we give a dream. You put one of ours in the hospital, we put one of yours in the morgue.
Things are about to heat up for you, we’ve launched some projects, tribe building projects, that should give you pause. Some so extreme I’m clutching my pearls, because they are so far off the spectrum of what typical creative shops do.
I hope it inspires you to be the best you possible. Or, just go whimper away, lick your wounds, and continue to stalk from your golf cart.
#notupinhere!
News flash- Charlie don’t surf.
And Swaggy don’t golf.
Stand.the.fuck.by.