Bad Taste

We’re in bad taste. We’re a bad joke. It’s been allowed to go on too long. It’s time to put an end to us. Quietly, discreetly. Not to make too big a fuss about it. Not to draw attention to it.

Some things really should not be allowed. It’s not good for anyone. For us. For humanity. For the rest of the world. For the universe, probably. It’s probably upset some cosmic balance. Some cosmic weighing scales.

We should be put out of our misery. Because we are in misery – we must be. We can only be in misery, in our twistedness. In our perversion. In our perverted joys.

There are some things which really are intolerable. It’s nothing personal. It shouldn’t have been overlooked. It shouldn’t have been allowed to go on for as long as it did. There are limits.

There’s a wrong way of living, and a right one. It’s a question of … public decency. Things can only go on in this way for a while. Some things really are intolerable. And we shouldn’t be made to tolerate ourselves, not really. To permit ourselves.

 

Our twistedness. Our disgustingness. We’re more disgusting than anyone – we see it. We know it. We shouldn’t be allowed.  We should be expunged. Shut down. Forgotten. As an embarrassment! As an aberration! As where things were allowed to go too far. Where things went utterly wrong!

We should be scrubbed away. The stain of us removed. Unremembered. Shoved into the memory-hole. Lost in oblivion. Where we can do no further damage! Where we’re in no danger of spreading, like some disease …

We’re … unhealthy in some way. Dirty. Yes, yes. It’s a matter of public health. Yes, we understand. We know the measures required. We get that it’s not personal. Our kind … well, there shouldn’t be our kind, should there?

We were a symptom of the times, that’s all. The time’s hysteria. The time’s madness. All kinds of mistakes were made. And now it’s time for the clean-up.

We accept our sentencing. We agree with the verdict. We’re all for it. Wipe us out! Lead us in chains to the dungeons! Don’t let it go on another day!

The world will be brighter, after we’ve gone – we know that. Balance will be restored. Rationality. The philosophical method. Our kind must not last. Cannot be tolerated – not in the long term.