In Evelyn Waugh's Brideshead Revisited, Sebastian Flyte enlightens Charles Ryder to the pleasures of plover's eggs and champagne during their time as undergraduates at Oxford. I feel I experienced similar revelations as I sought my degree, except rather than attending formal lunches with crumbling aristos between lectures on Demosthenes, I was sitting on a couch in Norwich attempting to download a video of a celebrity midget having sex with an escort, at the behest of a catatonically stoned media student who would go on to become a primary school teacher.
And so that was it. There was a forum dedicated to the grot you'd find if you actually punched through the bottom of the barrell, and I knew about it. While I don't have the stomach to plumb its seedier depths, I know 4Chan collects the worst things the internet can dig up and does nothing to censor them. Because of this, Moot, the guy who found it as a teenager, has arguably harboured the most reprehensible nonces and degenerates in the world and given them a safe space to vomit their horrors online.
On the other hand, his anonymous forum birthed the Anonymous movement. We all know they've done a few worthy things in their time and maybe they wouldn't exist were it not for the anything-goes mentality of the site. This clearly wasn't enough good to temper the enormous amount of bad though, as Moot stepped down last week, citing a 'single point of failure' that he doesn't specify.
I don't know what he's referring to, but anyone who's scrolled through /b/ knows some part of it doesn't sit right with any decent human. I'm sure that starts to scratch at your conscience when you're at its helm*
And no, we never found Verne Troyer's sex tape. You sickos.
*and you're not a known sex offender or serial killer.