The eternal pendulum of nihilism and existentialism.
Nihilism, there is no meaning. Existential, there is no meaning, so find meaning.
If you can, find a reason. Find that meaning. And, if nothing else, live and love out of spite. One day, you’ll wake up to the obituaries (naturally caused; no martyrs here please) of the awful people. And you’ll never have to think on them again, ideally.
Pitito Cheetolini is my go-to… Small cock cheeto-faced Benito Mussolini wannabe fuck.
(If that’s unclear… El pito pequeño means he has a small whistle (cock). Adding -ito at the end of words in Spanish means, like, the little form. Perro, dog. Perrito, puppy/little dog. So pito, whistle. Pitito, little whistle. And it all sounds like Benito Mussolini. That small hand, little dick, rapist, felon cheeto-faced dictator fuck.)
Another good one is Shitler Cheetolini.
Sorry. We were so fucking close to never having to think about this fucker ever again for the rest of our lives. Now it’s the same as the last decade+ and I’m so pissed about it.