WE ARE THE PISSEDBillions of people worldwide are taking to the streets to express how fucking pissed they are at anything that will listen to them.
"Ohhh, we are just sooo pissed," a marcher said, and his sentiments were echoed by everyone you asked.
But the marchers and rioters were even more pissed when they got to their destinations and found that the scumbags they were marching against weren't even there -- because they were already themselves out marching in huge unruly mobs against whatever THEY were just sooooo fucking pissed at, too.
OK, so forget the fat cats. What about those damn insects? Because, even with the world ending, the damn fucking insects just aren't letting up. They just won't stop doing their annoying, obnoxious insect things that we keep telling them to grow up and stop doing.
You'd think with all their sensitive feelers, they'd know that everything's over and it's time to think outside their self-serving little insect box, and join us in living in peace and harmony for at least these final days of the world.
We are life, you fucking insects. We are the great experiment. Without us there would be no such thing as matter or mass -- we make quantum uncertainty into something that fantasy Parallel universes and fairy tale Higgs Bosons can't.
But without you joining us in love and harmony or, in the absence of that, without you giving us an easy way to exterminate you, an angry mob is left with no other choice but to, in the interest of a harmonious and peaceful end of the world, just get shit-faced and break up into small, angry poker games.