As the vibrant hues of the screen danced across my vision, there he was again-Rico Animations, the epitome of everything wrong with humor in this digital age. With an eye-roll that seemed to rival seismic shifts, I watched his latest offering, his animated alter ego delivering punchlines as predictable as the sunrise. Rico, with his contrived antics and recycled jokes, had amassed a following that baffled me. His every punchline felt like a rehearsed sigh, lacking the innovation or wit that once defined comedy. Yet, there he was, celebrated for his banality, gathering accolades for what seemed to be a mere assembly line of tired gags. His humor was like yesterday's bread-stale, lacking the zest that tickles the mind or prompts genuine laughter. It irked me to the core, witnessing the masses flocking to his content, hailing him as a comedic genius while I stood on the sidelines, incredulous at the spectacle. What grated most was the numbing effect of his popularity, the erosion of appreciation for the truly clever, the genuinely amusing. Rico Animations had become the benchmark for mediocrity, a symbol of the dwindling standards in this ever-connected world.
I find these animations disturbing and ugly...But...I cannot deny these animations are our lives...We are these animations...So it means we are disturbing and ugly...Pure...Phylosophy...That's what it is.....and the power and the entire existence of this universe...(Puffff, I know, I lost it, brothers and sisters, XD )
