I can't put my finger on exactly what urks me.
Maybe its the fact that these twitch girls are willing to shamelessly get carried by means of online relationship, maybe its the fact that any individual who knows how to mash keys can obtain rating when in the right group, maybe its how sad I feel for bailamos that he needs a new e-girlfriend ever 2 weeks and that rbg rating may be the only achievement of his life.
Whatever the case, I sit here, late night, browsing twitch. My attention is drawn to this new stream girl, aka bailamos' e-girlfriend #463 who started streaming 2 days ago has accumulated a months pay of minimum wage in donation money and hundreds of viewers. Viewers watching as she idley sits at the base, being a goddess to all neckbeards but maybe just average looking in real life, staring blankly into her monitor, devoid of any emotion, occasionally giggling at a snide and unfunny remark by her lover and life partner for the next 13 days, bailamos, as if to be playing her part as a new actor in a stage preformance, this is one of either comedy or tragedy, I cannot tell which is more accurate.
I hear the voices of familiar players in the rbg call, obeying their leader bailamos, making nonchalant and snide remarks, like a big group of friends under the rule of their ring leader. I reach a moment of clarity, no matter how much of a loser or conplete joke I know their leader to be, the fact of the matter is he has support, and his followers march on, like soldiers through a war zone. Its all linked, Justin Biener, Rebecca Black, Kaceytron, the horrid, talentless, skilless jack offs who yet still garner mass appeal and support feed off the ignorant and weak, its all linked, bailamos is just another form of this. We live in a world of followers, bystanders, a crowd following the latest trend, or what they precieve to be the latest trend. Lemmings, all of them.
I sit now, in the dark, contemplating my life, its meaning, and why everything is so wrong, I recall a scene from a classic film:
"[riding down the beach in the last scene] Oh my God... I'm back. I'm home. All the time, it was... We finally really did it. [falls to his knees screaming] YOU MANIACS! YOU BLEW IT UP! AH, DAMN YOU! GOD DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL! (camera pans to reveal the half-destroyed Statue of Liberty sticking out of the sand)"
Where art though Reedwise? Where ist though RBG team which once led the charge like the riders of Rohan coming down upon the orcs? Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. How did it come to this?
What irks me is seeing you type the word "urk" and think that you're being eloquent while you're actually a moron.