If you’d like to see how quickly the civilized world is degrading, look no further than the Comments section of any on-line local news story. What starts as a forum for community members to express their opinions of how much clothing a barista needs to wear, quickly spirals into political pissing-matches, name-calling, race-baiting, Obama bashing, and general dumbassery. It’s the kind of language that if used in a public place across a table would get the speaker either removed from that city council meeting and/or punched in the face many times. Many, many times.
For example, after reading this article about a man arrested for cutting into safes and being caught, here is one of the comments… Is it about the detectives? The criminal? Let’s find out!!!
Thats why I read the story. Wasn’t anything near a safe. Maybe sheeple boxes, but definitely nothing I would have much less use for storing anything but crap in.
Keyboard Badasses. Qwerty Warriors. Internet Assassins. Trolls. This dude’s lettin’ people know ain’t nobody gonna do nothin’ to his safe that’s not a piece of crap no-how.
The anonymity of the internet allows people to express, at times, a linguistic acuity within a spectrum of “skull half-full of sloth vomit” to “prison-educated neo-Nazi.” And it’s all because we gave people with access to the internet a “voice” via the Comments section. And that’s how we’re using it. #ApocalypseNowPlease
But lately there’s a growing genre of internet input that I am calling full “BULLSHIT” on. It’s the “Epically Hilarious Customer Review,” which started, I think, with the Amazon reviews of the Bic “For Her” pens. The reviews took a sarcastic tone early on, and for good reason. While Bic aimed at a pretty pen women would enjoy, the interwebs took it to a new level, submitting reviews such as this one from “Amy O’Rourke:”
“For years I had dreamed of penning a masterpiece and yet, when it came to that blank piece of paper the harsh offensive masculinity of the pen was just too intimidating. Finally it seems someone has actually considered what it is like to be female in this cruel world and how easily our little minds can be intimidated and denied the opportunity to do our life’s work. Five stars. “
And this one… from a”daveyclayton:”
“I bought this pen (in error, evidently) to write my reports of each day’s tree felling activities in my job as a lumberjack. It is no good. It slips from between my calloused, gnarly fingers like a gossamer thread gently descending to earth between two giant redwood trunks.”
Right… Because lumberjacks use parentheses and words like “gossamer thread gently descending…”
Now comes the Haribo Sugarless Gummy Candy reviews.
Sugar-free candy is loaded with an artificial sweetener like a sugar alcohol, which is a solidified, probably indigestible form of the gas kinda like your intestinal flora create when it can’t digest something properly. Primes the pump for some serious issues in the back of the factory. If you like to fart, I mean like LOVE TO FART… I mean like “Competitively Fart”… eat some sugar-free ice-cream the night before a road trip with a friend. You’ll set a record for decibels and oxygen displacement.
So the reviews start off with a few funny ones, then somebody went all-in, and it got a little viral heat on the web. Then people went batshit and piled on and WOW, all of a sudden the internet is not only full of people who have a real gift for literarily expressing bodily functions, but THEY ALL SEEMED TO HAVE EATEN THE EXACT SAME CANDY WITHIN A FEW DAYS OF EACH OTHER… ? Is that possible?
Does a sugar-free gummi bear make you shit in the woods?
That’s why you gotta soak ’em overnight in tequila. Pfff… amateurs. Go back to your parent’s insurance coverage, noob.
Call me a buzzkill, a jerk, a loser, a pooh-poo’er, a handsome-as-hell-despot-of-backlashing-to-attempts-at-comedy, I don’t mind.
But here-forthwith, I put into this internet record a declaration on all “Hilarious, Epic, Embarrassing, Overly-Detailed Product Reviews” as BULLSHIT.
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