Let us pause, dear reader, to consider the profound depths of our societal decay. A twelve-year-old boy, in a moment of touching naivety, attempted to admit his ailing chicken into a hospital in Ethiopia. The internet has, predictably, melted into a pool of sentimental goo.
Yet I must ask: what does this story actually reveal? Not the boy's kindness, but the erosion of our collective wisdom. We celebrate a child who confuses veterinary care with human medicine.
We applaud a confusion of categories, a blurring of boundaries. This is not innocence. This is the intellectual equivalent of a chicken wandering into an operating theatre.
The Victorian era understood the value of distinction. Animals were animals. Hospitals were for humans.
Now we have lost the ability to differentiate, to categorise, to think clearly. The boy is a symptom. The praise he receives is the disease.
We have become a civilisation that worships confusion. Next, perhaps, a cat will be enrolled in university. Do not doubt it.
Our decadence knows no limits.
