Wednesday, May 22, 2019
Rode the G train this evening through the hipster/ millennial neighborhoods of Williamsburg and Greenpoint in Brooklyn, which were once inhabited by relatively normal people whose bodies were not covered with grotesque tattoos. To be fair, I should say that I do know quite a few hipsters who are intelligent and potentially open-minded people. Unfortunately—through no fault of their own—almost all of them were very badly educated.
When I boarded the train, I decided not to wear a MAGA hat because it had been a long day and my energy level was low, but—after looking around the car and seeing the vapid petulant faces of the ignorant spoiled brats who think they know like, you know, like, everything, and who think they are bold, free-thinking nonconformists despite the fact that they all look and think exactly the same—I decided to don my red MAGA hat to spice things up a bit.
I resumed the work I was doing on my laptop, but felt someone staring at me intently, so I looked up and saw what appeared to be a drug-addled larval human male sketching me furiously. I returned the favor and took a photograph of him:
When he exited the train, he dropped a banal caricature of me into my lap, which I merely glanced at before slowly and theatrically ripping it into quarters, then crumpling it into a ball and nonchalantly tossing it into my shopping bag with a dismissive flick of my hand for all to see.
What is so striking about these braindead conformist larvae is that the things they are so righteously indignant about are things about which they have absolutely no knowledge or understanding.
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