It’s funny the things you hear, isn’t it? ‘Supercomputers super-explain supermassive black holes’, that’s one. That’s one out of many. It’s a zoo out there and the amazing thing about it is that none of it has to make any sense. Making sense just isn’t a requirement anymore. It’s a free for all, of course – things are going crazy out there. Anything goes these days you see and that’s a sign of the times. That’s progress for you. Many speak but few are listened to. Talk is cheap and words are worthless – they’re not worth the paper they’re printed on! They’re not worth anything at all.
A special type of age has dawned you see – an age unparalleled in human history. Such is our great privilege; such is our unexcelled glory. A very special type of age. It’s what you might call a ‘No Limits’ age – there are no limits to the bullshit we will come out with, just as there are no limits to the bullshit we are prepared to swallow and this makes for pretty unique situation, as you can imagine. As you may well imagine. Pretty damn unique altogether. It’s the unique social contract of our times! Limits are for losers after all, and we want to go all the way. We always want to go all the way. We insist on it, in fact – we won’t take no for an answer! That’s just the way we are – we won’t be held back…
Limits are for losers and that’s why we want to live in a world where there are no limits. No limits to our bullshit, that is. Our colossally staggeringly nonsensical bullshit! Our frighteningly trashy bullshit. Our noxious and sickening bullshit. ‘But what’s the solution?’ I hear you ask, ‘what steps should we take to remedy this terrible situation?’ You’re keen for answers of course. We’re all keen for answers. Or rather we’re not – we couldn’t give a damn when it comes down to it. We just want to be allowed to get on with our nonsense – our hideous, appalling nonsense. We get enraged with anything that stands in our way. ‘What’s wrong with us?’ you ask plaintively – ‘why are we such freaks? Why do we have to humiliate ourselves in this way? Why do we have to be this way?’ No one can answer however – no one can answer that question because no one cares…
‘I want to live in a world where…’ – that could be a prompt for a creative writing class, couldn’t it? It certainly could, it most certainly could. Plenty of mileage there that’s for sure. Freedom’s an important thing, as we all know. Free to be whatever I want to be. Free to be the biggest idiot I can possibly be, and no one’s allowed to say a word against me. For sure they aren’t. They’d be shot. They’d be taken out into the street and beaten to a pulp. No limits, you see. That’s the whole point, after all. That’s what we’re talking about here, so let’s not forget it!
I’m trying to make me great again. I’ve got the T-shirt. I’m wearing the T-shirt – it’s got the ‘Make Me Great Again’ slogan printed on it in great big fluorescent letters. That’s a slogan we can all get behind. That’s the world we live in you see – that’s just the type of world we live in. That’s the whole point right there. Free to be me, free to be the best I can possibly be. Doing my best to make me great again.
