Checking in with the socials

Bevan opened his phone to the usual social media slurs. He was adamant he was right, and everyone else was wrong, and he wasn’t afraid to say so. The pile on was often unanimous and relentless. This morning was no exception.

You suck.

Nazi.

If God was real, he’d come down out of heaven and send you straight to hell.

And so on.

Bevan made himself a coffee and…