Kate Punch Haters
Kate Punch Haters are unhealthy people who suffer from paranoia, delusions, hallucinations, hatred, pathological disorders, fanaticism and the list goes on... these closet crazy lunatics obsess over writer Kate Punch and follow her around.
Kate Punch Haters are unhealthy people who suffer from paranoia, delusions, hallucinations, hatred, pathological disorders, fanaticism and the list goes on... these closet crazy lunatics obsess over writer Kate Punch and follow her around.
I seen Kate Punch wondering around her back yard wearing a inappropriate dress, said the creepy elementary school counselor in her low low very low monotone voice.
I been watching Kate Punch for years said the old retired cop.
I seen Kate Punch eat macaroni and cheese out of a can, said the satanic child protective service lady... Let the ritual begin, said her fat cannibalistic assistant.
Kate Punch is very bad to like cookies and music, said the evil social worker with a candid smile and a very sweet conniving voice.
... 'I seen it all!' said the little country mouse...
Really? Wow, that is what I call Kate Punch Haters!
I been watching Kate Punch for years said the old retired cop.
I seen Kate Punch eat macaroni and cheese out of a can, said the satanic child protective service lady... Let the ritual begin, said her fat cannibalistic assistant.
Kate Punch is very bad to like cookies and music, said the evil social worker with a candid smile and a very sweet conniving voice.
... 'I seen it all!' said the little country mouse...
Really? Wow, that is what I call Kate Punch Haters!
by saveKatePunch August 2, 2010
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Term jokingly used to describe members of Anonymous by Anonymous. Really used to make fun of the way a Fox News 11 reporter described Anonymous in a summer of 2007 report on Anonymous.
The report described a family that was supposedly targeted by Anonymous. The matriarch described the family's attempts at safety by shutting the curtains and showing off the new family dog.
The report described a family that was supposedly targeted by Anonymous. The matriarch described the family's attempts at safety by shutting the curtains and showing off the new family dog.
by idon'tknowwhatnametouse February 3, 2008
Get the hackers on steroids mug.1. A very common title for videos on YouTube. They claim that if you think the footage is fake (which is clearly is, since it has been obviously edited), you’ll just be labeled a hater.
2. A line said by Justin Timberlake in his song “Filthy”, most likely in reference to this.
2. A line said by Justin Timberlake in his song “Filthy”, most likely in reference to this.
1. “haters gonna say it’s fake
Don’t believe the haters.”
-a video title and part of the description from a video by uploader Skratch
2. “Haters gonna say it’s fake
So real”
-a line from “Filthy” by Justin Timberlake
Don’t believe the haters.”
-a video title and part of the description from a video by uploader Skratch
2. “Haters gonna say it’s fake
So real”
-a line from “Filthy” by Justin Timberlake
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Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores
Damn underachiever. They're all alike.
I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."
Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.
I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me...
Or feels threatened by me...
Or thinks I'm a smart ass...
Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...
Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found.
"This is it... this is where I belong..."
I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...
Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...
You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, orignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.
I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores
Damn underachiever. They're all alike.
I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."
Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.
I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me...
Or feels threatened by me...
Or thinks I'm a smart ass...
Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...
Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found.
"This is it... this is where I belong..."
I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...
Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...
You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, orignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.
I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
by Kyouko August 27, 2009
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