Memes are fucking dumb as shit nowadays.

I’m not even talking about the aesthetic appeal. I’m talking about the ethos of the meme in today’s world. They’re pointless, meaningless trash. Yes, even the stupid “Car Salesman slaps roof of—” or “5 Guys and a Blond” ones. The reason for this, that 98.6% of memes are meaningless, is because people give it a meaning to justify making and re-re-re-reposting it, not the other way around (making or posting a meme because there’s a symbolic element in your life so meaningful and profound that it’s worthy of permanently marking yourself with that creation or honor).

Memes used to be a symbol of status or ethos, there was a time when tribes of men carved and marked each other with the history of their ancestors, or earned memes for great deeds that they could carry forever, demonstrating their separation from the others with these visual representations of their accomplishments and illustrious pedigrees on their cave walls or their automobiles or social media walls. Or it might be that a holyman, shaman, priest, Tom Anderson, etc., would be marked in such a way to show his devotion and status as a mouthpiece of the gods. Does modern meme culture fall into any of these two proud traditional categories of meme-bearers? Not a motherfucking chance in regurgitated hellspawn self-idiocy. Modernity reduces memes to pointless slogans and attention-grabbing imagery. It is nothing but another fashion statement, another frivolous “Look at me, I’m so unique [SpongeBob doing the] Hurrrrr” without actually providing any worthy reason for being considered different. Absolute fucking weak ass goober mindset, and I mean that in the purest sense of the word: the profligate unwashed masses, determined to partake in every gluttonous and wanton delight that slips through their hands in seconds, see fit to mark the so-called lives with memes as a purely cosmetic, frivolous, meaningless, soulless fashion statement, completely lacking any sort of deeper truth worthy of symbolic markings on social media.

You know what other classic social caste of meme’d people these modern “meme’d” masses most resemble? Normies. The fucking normies. The ones sending minion memes as a symbol of bondage and inferiority, a non-person. Their memes are meaningless frivolities, a symbol of sub-humanity, not heroism, greatness, wisdom, or piety. And ironically, they embrace rather than reject that identity, the mark of the minion, the lackey, the sycophant, as something to be proud of, rather than something to scorn. And they don’t even see the damn irony in the name: M I N I O N S. Slap me unconscious with a tofurkey slab and send me to hell, there’s gotta at least be some originality down there.

Memes are dead. The beauty and symbolism are gone. Hell, they’re not even edgy and uniquely rebellious anymore, like they used to be a short few millennial generations ago. They’re so fucking common and acceptable, anyone making one or posting one for the latest political or pop-culture iconoclast statement is lying to themselves. They’re just another fashion statement, little more than a “look at me, I’m not like everyone else, except I am, because this is trendy,” accessory to use in vain attempts to separate yourself from the rest of the pretentious try-hard wanna be cool mob. Another casualty of the Whitewash Generic Kingdom of Sycophancy.

End memes. Start ranting. Ranting never goes out of style. Better yet? Steal some copypasta’d already-written diatribe and simply tool it like the tool you are so that it seems like you’ve created something [SpongeBob doing the] Hurrrrr original. Just stop it all. End it—