Death To Smoochy

It won't take another World War.

It won't take a concerted effort.

It won't come with a bang,

only a whimper.

Ah, the romance of various ages,

the hopeful times of prosperity, 

burgeoning of the arts from the

blood of sacrificed natives that

built cathedrals so high!

No matter how clean the Germans

keep their streets, no matter the

impeccable customs of the Japanese,

no matter the blunt honesty of the Yanks,

the loyalty of the British, the French

aesthetic, Chinese Confucian order,

no matter the virtues of past civilizations.

We're at the end of all that...the end of

history, the end of meaning, the end of

the truth as the guiding principle. We are

at the beginning of darkness, the waining

of the human spirit, the rise of the sub-

human. 

The natural cycle of things....what goes up,

must come down, and humans have had 

their ride. Goodbye, Smoochy, and thanks

for all the punchlines.