The expressions on these faces speak volumes, tracing back to the very place of birth and the intricate tapestry of generational genetics they carry. Their eyes, a window into their beliefs and philosophies, betray a distinct chauvinistic demeanor. I've encountered them before, and the most fitting description is that they embody chauvinism. Yet, their facade quickly crumbles under even the slightest pressure; they are no revolutionaries, no messiahs—just remnants of an outdated, toxic societal structure driven by their insatiable lust for dominance over the marginalized. Their presence reeks of toxicity, and may their despicable desires lead them to their deserved place in hell.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns ‘round us,
“I have some sport in hand
Wherein your cunning can assist me much.”
“Old fashions please me best: I am not so nice,
To change true rules for odd inventions.”
Shakespear: The taming of the shrew
How things turned out! A case of necrosis.... Lets just fold our arms and let the scums go down the drain...
