Millennias; a whole generation of fugly bucktoothed spoiled rotten bootyholes absolutely convinced in the superiority of their limp-wristed ideology as they paddle around aimlessly in alphabet soup. Yeah, it’s changing the world alright, turning it to sludge. We used to have escapism; fantasy, sci-fi, cartoons, a way to forget the rain for an hour or two. But just when you think things can’t get any shittier the universe takes a long drag from its cigarette and tosses you another curveball. The news is a drag, cinema’s gone to shit, but at least the millennials are always good for a giggle and a fart. A whole generation of soft-boiled nincompoops.
It’s a stroke of luck the country’s being bled dry internally and infiltrated by creeping shadows instead of a full-scale blitz. What kind of muscle is the powder puff brigade packin’? Whining and waiving your Privilege cards ain’t gonna stop an army storming the gates, it’s just gonna give ‘em all a good laugh before they put you in the ground. I know, throw your pronouns and your empty bottles of hormone pills at ‘em, that might buy you a few moments more. Better yet, bedazzle them into submission with your shitty tattoo doodles and face piercings and your top scars… or maybe challenge them to a pillow fight.