A final RIP notice for any illusion that DJ is a legitimately skilled profession. I don’t care what your job is, if a two-year old kid can replicate your product, it’s not real work. Your days of stacking blocks and shitting in big boy potties and pretending it’s a scarce talent are over. While our guard was down, Satan and his vagina minions convinced the world that DJ was an acronym with inherent value. Also, that cuddle parties were a thing. This has allowed his less talented demon hordes to travel freely and quite financially comfortably within our midst. Guys with ironic ball caps are raking in millions. Paris Hilton is winning international trophies forged of tin and public pool gonorrhea. DJs are getting laid by Victoria’s Secret models. It’s some madness. It ends today. Maybe tomorrow. Nothing cleans up slower than idiocy.
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