Uncivil Truth

  W e’re living in a time where words don’t mean anything anymore. The English language has been gutted, hollowed out, and left twitching in a ditch while morons clap like seals at TikTok slang that makes them feel “edgy.” It’s not edgy. It’s linguistic rot, and it’s spreading faster than herpes at spring break. “Prolly.” That’s where I snap. The word is “probably.” Seven letters, three syllables, and a shred of dignity. But no, some genius had to shave it down like they’re on a life-saving mission to reclaim two seconds. You aren’t saving time. You’re advertising brain rot. Every time you type “prolly,” you’re telling the world, I’ve surrendered to my own stupidity. “Today years old.” Every time someone types that, I lose another strand of hope for humanity. You’re not clever, you’re not relatable, you’re broadcasting that you just discovered the sky is blue and expect the rest of us to throw you a fucking parade. “Latinx.” Nothing says cultural sensitivity like a word th...

S omewhere along the way, the country ran out of common sense and replaced it with TikTok takes and bumper sticker politics. Compassion packed its bags. Intelligence threw itself into a woodchipper. And all we’re left with now is a population of self-obsessed jackals gnawing on the last nerve of anyone who still thinks decency matters. People used to disagree and still sit at the same table. Now they fling conspiracy theories like hot grease and call it conversation. The loudest voices belong to the least informed, and the ones who actually know something are too exhausted to argue. You can have ten degrees and be ignored while a YouTuber with a ring light and half a brain screams about lizard people and gets booked on a morning show. We’ve glamorized ignorance. Celebrated stupidity. Put clowns in office and called it a movement. Politicians openly lie on camera, and instead of holding them accountable, we get think pieces about their “media strategy.” Strategy? These freaks couldn...