I come from the Internet

Ideas are made "real" on the Internet. Strange, absurd humor evolves from mind to mind, each contributing pieces, chains in a link of creation that if it hits the right nerves, spreads across the world. A meme is born and given life, to survive as long as people keep referencing it. Meme's survive by our devotions. And lo, I give thanks! For example, to that first person who decided to put funny text over some random picture.

He/she must be a Gazzillionaire by now. Royalties, ya know?

Meme's certainly weren't created by the Wondrous Internet, but there they have found a marvelous form - a web on which they can travel the world instantaneously, infecting the minds of millions in minutes, mutating and evolving by the moment.

The Internet is "like" a real space already; with ever evolving technology and the growing use of bio-technology, it's only a matter of time before it's as real as anything, and we as a species live there at least part of the time. Memes in this environment will be telepathic - an Internet in your mind. Think of the Horrors! And the epic LULZ.

SWM Seeks

You dig the Hitler stache? Then this is the guy for you, perhaps the reincarnation of Hitler himself. Except nowadays Austria = WoW and Germany = FB, and this guy needs more Friends.

That's right Ladies! A hipster douche, Momma's Boy, Jesus Freak. The whole package.

A Mustache, Ruined

For shame, one man can ruin a mustache for everyone (save the insane and/or depraved). That area is hard to shave, and it's not like Hitler invented it, or the mustache had anything to do with his horrible deeds. The mustache is innocent! And yet, it suffers the consequences of Hitler's evil doings. 

Also, bar codes. Pretty evil too, am I right?

Also also: Art is amazing in its power to convey so much with so little - it's our brain that does the heavy lifting. Here, red, white, and black in a few simple lines and all is revealed. Symbols, man.