Twilight of The Joint Commission

There was  time when there was a group of comrades who bestowed upon them selves a sense of power because of their almighty power to do bakchodi. They took upon social apps and sites and lay their servers to ruins. Flaunting victory and fueled only by smoking the ash from the fires of these servers, they were feared. They were known by many names. Riding on the backs of conviction and vindication, they spoke true and nothing but. As the sands of time ran through the venturies of the cunts they mocked, their presence began to wither. Servers ran better; and their sys-admins, happier. Universe moans in their silence. One wonders, why the whimper? One wonders, one wonders.