The happiness slayers
I see them all over the internet. They’re all over social media, swords in hand, metaphorically speaking, ready, willing, and able to slay any bit of happiness and sunlight we put out there. These people are what I call the happiness slayers. I call them that because they appear to have no goals whatsoever except for ruining the happiness of virtually everyone they come in contact with.
Some of them are Maga. They are virtually little clones of each other. Some have Donald Trump’s face as their avatar. When one reads their profile, one would not be surprised to see the profiles are usually identical and go something like this:
“Maga!!”
“Patriot.”
“Loves to own the libs.”
They lurk in the dark corners of the web, waiting to find some sunbeams of joy they can vanquish. They get pleasure out of hurting others with their rabid tongues. Their lives are virtually nothing except slaying the happiness that spills from others.
It is not only Maga voters, though. Some of these people are the ones who themselves are in the office. These are the folks like Matt Gatez and Marjorie Taylor Greene, who never seem to sleep. They’re always among the scourge of the net, slaying happiness and doing their best to promote hate, anger, and fury.
These are creatures of the troubled night. There are happiness slayers, ones whose own lives are doomed to that of darkness, content to shudder in loneliness, unable to experience or receive a little thing called joy.
