The Peak of Human Achievement: A Toy Horse and Our Collective Descent
Seriously? This is what we’re celebrating now? A manufacturing hiccup resulting in a plush equine with an expression that vaguely suggests existential dread has become internet royalty? I saw the picture. I regret it. My faith in humanity took another measurable dive.
Weve conquered space, split the atom, developed life-saving vaccines, and what are we doing? Sharing memes of a toy horse looking perpetually heartbroken? Apparently, our collective attention span is now shorter than a goldfish’s memory and our sense of humor is… well, let’s just say it involves prolonged exposure to aggressively mediocre imagery.
Its not even that sad-looking! Its mildly perplexed. Maybe slightly inconvenienced. The internet has decided this warrants adoration, hashtags, and enough shares to make a small country blush. We are rewarding mediocrity, folks! Rewarding the blandness that permeates every aspect of modern life!
And don’t even get me started on the inevitable merchandise. “Crying Horse” keychains? T-shirts with its mournful visage? I can already feel my soul slowly draining away. Just what we need: more reminders of our collective absurdity plastered on everything we own. This isnt funny. Its a symptom. A deeply disturbing symptom of… something. Probably too depressing to analyze.
