Bullying was normalised by reality TV, pop star judges and tough guy celebrity chefs with Deirdre Barlow hair.
Young Pepes learned that to win you must be malicious. That empathy is a weakness. That sympathy is passé. That spite is right!
Poor Pepes. Sad, insecure, mutually stigmatising, profoundly petrified Pepes. Discouraging each other. Stealing each other's strength.
The least equipped of us to deal with the challenging vagaries of life, should Pepes be pitied?
Pepes degrade and humiliate each other in an attempt to exorcise their own degradation and humiliation.
But self-hate is non-transferable. They curse each other and they are all cursed.
Jungian shadows are projected wildly. Insults and caustic humour betray an overwhelming dissatisfaction with existence.
It goes on and on. From snide to cutting. Accumulating. A toxic tsunami sweeps across our world. An inescapable, global hex.
Discourse is corrupted and now those racing to be POTUS exchange cruelties. So presidential. What good influences.
Being kind or even considerate and thinking 'hey, there's a whole human being inside that human being' is history.
Climate change, warfare, whatever, the Doomsday clock is reaching twelve.
It seems the concluding act of the human race is to piss on its own grave.
But if you can't beat them, join them. I think I'll give it a go.
So, my first and final insult to the poor Pepes of the world is this...
My remaining hope is that I live long enough to see you all die.
In cowering, sobbing, isolated regret.
Inhaling the Arctic methane.
Your world in unrest.
That is all.
Release the gas.
Send in the drones.
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