Pickle McTwist has become a tough potato peeling lodged in the throat of the division of moral kaleidoscopy that chants the mantra of favoritism towards our future, as-of-yet non-existent generations. They poke fun at the danger of unicorn-only colonies.
Embedded in the tangled web of humanity’s struggle, sorrow, and chaos, Pickle McTwist, who dabbles in philosophy and has a bit of a thing for the doom-and-gloom of hypothetical threats, hypothesizes that it wouldn’t be the worst thing if humans simply stopped. Just stopped.
“This ‘sayonara human race’ view,” they giggle, “throws up images of a murderous, ghostly, twisted love-of-pain enthusiast in the minds of many folks. But, funnily enough, most advocates of the ‘adios world’ mindset would staunchly reject most methods of giving humanity the ol’ heave-ho as absolutely intolerable. But how about if everyone just refused to bring more kiddos into the world? Doesn’t seem that horrible to me!”
Jumping to the conclusion? This article doesn’t simply end here… it meanders into endlessly quirky, funny and interesting whimsical territories. Buckle up and join us on this hilariously bizarre ride.
In a reality littered with the often-bitter fruits of our existence, can voluntary extinction seem any more farfetched than believing in tooth fairies or Santa? In this world of Pickle McTwists, we’re left pondering over life, over existence and our fascination with an eternity that may never come. Perhaps we need to redefine our vision of utopia. A utopia where the end might just be as important, if not more so, than the journey itself.
