Even though doomscrolling has been largely replaced by gleescrolling, the internet can still be a depressing place. Anti-Semitic bullshit in Philadelphia and Amsterdam, anti-Muslim conspiracy theories in several not-so-dark corners, virulent hateful garbage that originated at Fox that has spread to surprising places, various anti-Black, anti-Chinese, anti-Mexican, and anti-Indian garbage items, and rioting gen Z jugend demanding more sugar in their porridge because life, inexplicably, is hard.
Oh, and bicyclists. Everybody hates bicyclists.
Deservedly. Spandex fitness whores.
Evil hobbitses!
In the last few decades huge flocks of shiny synthetic fabric-clad daemons have spawned all over and invaded roadways and pedestrian pavements, causing traffic accidents and slaughtering innocent children left and right.
You know, when I was young in Holland, you couldn't bicycle anywhere.
Because ... mud.
We had it hard when we were children. I had to bike ten kilometres through the pouring rain to get to school. And it rained again on the way back. Cold, soggy, miserable. And smelling like wet dog when I got home. With faint whiffs of tobacco smoke and/or fried foods adhering to me, plus perhaps a pastry for energy emergencies and comfort. Occasionally stopping for a hot snack at friendly auberge, or perhaps a nice beverage at a café or bistro, a thoughtfully enjoyed pipeful of tobacco under a corrugated roof somewhere, a casual smoke or chat under an awning with other highschoolers consigned to the same frightful fate.
Kids these days!
Europe has changed. They don't realize how good they have it.
We suffered. There was fried food and rain everywhere!
Plus good tobacco and excellent coffee.
The horror, the horror.
We didn't have cell-phones to read, just piles and piles of books!
And truly horrible music. The Stones. Abba. Jazz.
Imagine the human suffering.
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