If you want something to represent the stupidity and pointlessness of contemporary existence, then I suggest you look to the gunk that arrives day and night in my Thunderbird inbox.
I was briefly cheered, however, when I noticed a message this morning. The header said it was from “Digby Faucett”, though the content of the letter suggests he was in a state of excitement, and was clearly confused:
yes, YES!.. I finally have a huge penis
I have nothing to add at this stage.