Oh Won't You Jejemons Just Die Already?

**Is it a summer-word? Because it's as welcome as chickenpox and mumps are.

Unlike it's unfortunate pocket monster namesake, Jejemons display a certain kind of evolution that's most certainly backwards. With enough battle scars, a Charmeleon is expected to evolve into a flying, firebreathing war machine that is a Charizard. Jejemons, on the other hand (the one with the sore dirty finger, no, your other left), are retards by default; they've reached the rock bottom of the illiteracy pit, and they're armed with shovels with which to dig deeper. They're working with the English Composition skills of a ten year old kid in an underfunded public school, and are working backwards. They don't grow. They rot.

They don't evolve; they degenerate, like the grammatical inbreeds that they are. Like Noynoy Aquino, a Jejemon doesn't have any real ideas, no more than a swarm of mosquitoes has. At least they've got somebody to root for, them lousy dick Jejemons.

It might be argued that these Jejemon believe their makeshift vernacular is the hottest trend in cute. But theirs is the written speech of a drooling mongoloid with a harelip. What's so hot about that? No offense to the mongoloid, though, but these Jejemons, these self made imbeciles, are plagiarizing your language. You should ask your parents to sue for you. For propriety's sake, you damn well should sue.