I don't know whether to laugh or cry with this text..., well, actually I do know: cry. It's amazing how now everything has to offend someone, and how humour has become as dangerous an art as defusing bombs. I, too, want that power to detect personal attacks even in a sneeze. Maybe if I take more offence, I'll feel more alive, right? Oh, and Trump throwing ‘so much rubbish in the air’ is just chaotic poetry. Although, of course, here I am, browsing through absurd comments, wondering what happened to irony and sarcasm. Is it that no one reads properly any more, or do they prefer to feel like eternal victims? Well, as long as there are clicks, I guess the circus will go on. Heh, heh, heh.
I think if a person spends all their time worrying about what is on their screens, then living is reacting to it, right?
I wonder what would happen to the world if ad revenue stopped.