Bury your head. Burn your assets. Ignore the flames.
Let's see where this leads.
A broken highway, a softcore mumble. Words filtered through the glaze. A skittering squeamish response. Entrails are left to foam on a tiled floor. Mirrors reflect an ugly truth. A core collective of writers seeking out a living via a typists pool.
Do typists pool anymore?
What of the OfWarren and OfGlen households? The handmaid reduced to a fertility factory. The one-shot trick ponies who can no longer produce. All controlled by the patriarch and the frothing cult of the dedicated. The committed individuals have thrown their full-backing into the pursuit of a purer society.
Humans are messy. Living isn’t easy and the trickle-down effect of modern living is turning us all into ghosts. The machine needs more muscle. It requires an AI intervention. We’re all swimming against the tide much to the bafflement of half a world, not on social media. Are they the contented masses? Who is more ignorant? The information-overloaded connectors to a global world or the digitally poor with a Nokia brick class?
Topic after topic is launched into the stratosphere. Like pounding monkeys, we all descend into the swirl of heaving arguments. Twittering our discord. Blocking our disagreements. Boasting of our triumphs. This is humanity through the prism of conceit.
We say we care. We say we understand. We change our avatar to feature a flag. An icon. An agreed marketing message. Raise a fist. Drop a knee. Salute the brave. A month later it’s old news except for those living in reality. For them, there is no off button or easy fix. Thanks for your support. Thank you for your virtual signaling. Thank you for being there, for the community, online, and willing to sacrifice for a greater cause.
Has it brought awareness?
We stand for Ukraine. Another neat slogan. I support Israel. I support Palestine. Down with Putin. Down with Trump. More news. An endless cycle of fodder to be digested and spat out. There’s no time to pause. Can’t you see the world is burning?
We were better off when we were less informed. The days have gone when journalism required a degree and year-long investigations. Who has time for that? Did they catch everything? Did they manage to dig deep enough? Did they uncover the whole truth in the name of freedom? What did they miss?
History reflects poorly on those who turned a blind eye.
Rolf Harris escaped punishment. Jimmy Saville fixed himself a tonic of youth. Suspected felons committing crimes in an analog age. The trail run cold. Where were the investigative journalists when you truly needed them? The modern hand of social media would have ousted the degraded villains. There’s no hiding when a cancel culture comes knocking.
A swarm of righteousness bred to dispense justice.
Are you grateful for modern life? Are you glad that any possible slip-up, any throwaway utterance can be seized upon and hurled before a kangaroo court? Aren’t you glad the public can misquote, misinform and lynch without any proof bar the social stratosphere?
And now another rich white man controls another media outlet. Another company plum with the vindication of crowd control. Murdoch, Maxwell, Bloomberg, Bezos…a mere 15 names that control what you see and what you hear. This is no Jew conspiracy. This is the patriarch reinforcing their world domination.
A broken highway, a softcore mumble.
Words filtered through the glaze. Stay offline. Don’t be suckered into another platform. Don’t fall for another white man preaching to save humanity with freedom of speech.
It won’t end well.
Bury your head. Burn your assets. Ignore the flames.