The world ends when they are no more children left, the last of them having been murdered by their grandparents. Nobody is surprised.

The children are murdered by their grandparents as revenge for their obscene youth, and for reminding the elderly of their mortality and irrelevance, and for their awful weakness and need. They are murdered for their insolence and their unearned innocence. They are murdered out of envy, and fear, and cold hatred.

In public.

Everyone knows about it. It’s all over Facebook. People are initially shocked and appalled and then don’t do anything about it and then it just becomes another part of the ongoing horror. Just another thing to try to accommodate as you struggle to get through your day.

Because what can anybody really do about anything anymore, anyway?

Continue reading “How the World Ends #37: Infanticide” →