could tell ya; have to kill ya
there’s a special class of dipshit in the goonited states rapidly rising toward normal class of dipshit — the “i can’t disclose that” guy.
apparently, these poser doofi aren’t aware that tom cruise was speaking ironically in Top Gun. only five minutes ago a starbucks employee (!) said “i can’t disclose that” when i asked about a gang of khaki’d gun-toting fedgoon rats who regularly set up station at his store in the afternoon. they wear embroidered insignia, for fuck’s sake; i’d just never cared enough to get up and walk close enough to read them. when i openly scoffed at his dipshit face, he regrouped a minute later to walk by and give me the “secret”. un-fucking-believable.
i’m wondering what specific psychosis is responsible for this childish “i know something you don’t, and your very survival depends upon you not knowing” brand of asshole — who of course forgets that he tells everyone he’s “fighting” for the very thing that supposedly prohibits such secrecy. post-9/11, such behavior is rampant. why? because opportunity has blessed these truly insignificant swabs of walking trash-DNA who aim always to deny the obvious: they are parasites accomplishing nothing positive… on the dime they stole from you.
my most fervent wish is to not be “protected” by these violent pieces of parading fantastic shit.