Oppositional Defiance Disorder is a made up disease, in my day we just called them bumholes. But yes, he is messed up, look that his website.
FalconFour Posted:
I hate people. I find it very sad that there’s so much potential in the people of the world (er, the USA, at least), yet in order for a product to be released, you first have to dumb down the thousands of controls in a teleporter to a “Push this to go” bumon.
He resents those who resent him. A lot.
FalconFour Posted:
Some random respected company can **** out a log and put it in a box and people will buy it, provided that random company puts ads on TV that lead you to believe their product is the latest and greatest. Ties into the people-are-stupid thing.
Once again he plays into Im the last smart man on earth gag..
FalconFour Posted:
I never could get into the Air Force. I don’t even need to defend my intelligence on this site though. Despite that, I still wear F-16 and USAF T-shirts every single day without fail. I love the military, and not because they kill people, but because they’re the anti-society.
He shows almost religious allegiance to things he sticks by.
FalconFour Posted:
It’s odd that a nerd like myself would so willingly take on such a bad-bum persona. I was a textbook nerd before I turned 15, with crappy-looking glbumes, a library obsession, always wowing the teachers with great work. But after I took on the Falcon persona, I gave the finger to school, stopped caring about my grades (well, other than “hacking” grades in high school), and actually starting caring about things like acceptance and image. In support of our military, I always wore my personally-bought BDU jacket to school, even after they came up with a BS new dress code rule vaguely prohibiting such things (articles that attract attention, or something like that). But I retained some of my nerdiness amongst this new persona.
A change.
FalconFour Posted:
At that 15-year mark, my whole life changed. To this day it remains a mystery, though I’ve tried to piece it all together by my imagination alone. I became the person that I and the Internet both now know as Falcon. It seems to have started shortly after 9/11/01 and we went on a trip to Washington, DC. We toured the city on bikes, and had a lot of fun. But some of the pictures of the amazing sights I saw didn’t come out visible on our early digital camera, so I went online to search for more. I almost immediately became infatuated with fighter jets. I knew nothing about military aircraft at the time, and in fact, I hated the military before that (mainly because I thought there was still a draft, and I was still very much a “free bird” at heart).
Someone has 9/11 issues.
