Hunter S. Thompson feared the worst on January 20th, 2005. He countlessly warned against the re-election of the baby orangutan for president, George W. Bush Jr., as it would clearly mark the end of days. A societal breakdown at free-falling speeds. The end of hope.
I dealt with the letdown by beginning a politically-charged blog surging with accusatory allegations, cocaine fueled conspiracy’s and the cursory language of a man who drank himself into a tormenting psychosis.
I became consumed. Obsessed. Thousands of words a night. Unfiltered, rarely edited free-thought. Kerouac’s alcoholic spirit stuttered my sentences longer than a rock tossed towards a stage at an Antifa disruption.
Outlandish allegation with no evidence, just raw guttural adolescent sureness.
A few weeks after my online political/passive activism began I logged onto the website to pleasure my narcissistic impulses by shuffling knuckles to what I’d written the night before.
I hesitated as I unclipped the last button, as I noticed the website was loading an unfamiliar graphic. An official American government crest with a seriously perched eagle slowly loaded onto my screen with a warning that the website had been shut down.
The eagle winked at me as I toweled off. I shut down the computer.
I was worried. I didn’t think people actually were censored in 2005. I thought free speech WAS alive and well. I wasn’t promoting violence, so what was so dangerous about my website ? They were just MY THOUGHTS, unfiltered. Did they add me to some CIA watch list ? Was I going to be abducted and used as a Manchurian Candidate to assassinate a political target and blackmailed with my blog ?
I was nervous. Paranoid. It didn’t help that when I was writing the blog I was dizzy drunk and in a self-destructive downward spiral, using dangerous potions of drugs to boost the gallons of black-market booze I would straight funnel into my stomach to stir up the handful of chewed-up sleeping pills during my headlong dash towards an accidental death.
WAS. I. RIGHT ?
I never logged on again. I hid through the remainder of President Bush Jr’s presidency. I hid during the Obama era. I haven’t even talked politics at the pub over beers with associates since that day.
You never know which friend has been compromised into wearing a wire.
But, it’s time to let out these grievances that YOU (society/mass media) have created.
And, I’m not saying that as some mountain top prophet who’s threatening to jump.
Nor, am I saying it like a virgin video-game nerd who’s shrunken libido is about to indiscriminately erupt.
And, I’m definitely not saying it as someone who ignorantly feels empowered now that Trump is producing his latest reality TV show spin-off.
I’m saying it as someone who’s spent nearly a decade being quiet. Thinking. Reflecting. Wandering dangerously deep into introspection. Analyzing beliefs and ideas of all sides; not just BOTH.
If there’s a fork in the road it’ll do you no good to flip a coin if you’re indecisive of which way to go.
Sometimes, unfortunately, there are more than TWO sides to a topic.
I’m saying it as someone who’s getting too old for THE bullshit, and I’ve hardly made it passed the cursed age of twenty-seven ! That being said …
I’m nervous to dip my nutsack into the snarling mouth of the internet, right now.
It’s no longer the censoring arm of the government that I fear, but the online vigilante justice from my peers.
Allegations spread with a few passive clicks of a button. Misquotations. Fabrications. Questions that are not able to be reputed without the accused coming off as weirdly defensive. A hidden and indiscriminate smearing of somebody’s life and meaning because someone DISAGREED with a fucking opinion, which in today’s climate means you’ve assaulted that person with your insensitive micro-aggression and …
YOU. SHALL. BE. PUNISHED.
There’s a growing online/campus narrative that uses juvenile destruction towards physical property and a person’s livelihood with tactics – both online and off – resembling the bottle kids of trailer parks; run in, smash bottles and run away.
The overly virtuous crusaders on the left have bred the pixelated wolves of the right, those cloaked in the smoky masks, the careless grimaces of Pepe the Frogs. Shit-disturbers who don’t see the big deal of shitting on someone’s sensitivities and posting a tasteless gif of the embarrassment afterwards. They stick their tongues out in the snow and keep balaclavas on to hide their acne.
There’s a war online no profile is safe from.
It feels like the first day of the penitentiary. Which side do you pick ? You’re not racist. You’re not a murderer’s sympathizer. You just don’t want to be confronted and gang-rapped in the shower on your first night in.
There’s an online culture of smash and burn. Hopefully YOUR sins are not flammable.
I feel like Hunter was right; society is in its last days. Maybe the Revelation will be fulfilled alas. But, more accurately, we’ll go on saying that FOREVER it (the end of days) is near. Until the Bible is no longer believed and destroyed. But, could it be that Trump is the Antichrist that every Christian has giddily been awaiting ?
Is America’s struggle a World’s struggle to concern ourselves with ?
Will his/their stupidity destroy us all ?
Is there such things as BORDERS in the age of the internet, or are they symbolic of the old-World we’re running away from online ?
It seems like we’re running away, scared and ignorant, from basic FACTS. Facts that are true, but uncomfortable.
And, strangely enough, the real terrorizers chasing us with fiery sticks, shooing away the witchcraft of Science, aren’t the toothless rednecks with trash-bag hoods covering their ugly motives, but instead it’s the universities and their fragile teachers of young draped in worn-out earth-toned cardigan sweaters with the shoulders patched and their weasley, malleable and frugal haired hipsters sipping diet soy milks.
It’s the shriveled lizards of televised news feeding the technologically stunted viewers of antiquity with biased conjecture.
It seems to be the OLD power structure luring the anxious youth to fight for the survival on the streets, ironically.
“They’ve learned the old way, but now there is a new way they can’t learn unless they pay the university’s required fees, because it’s not public knowledge, yet -LET US TEACH YOU … ” shrieked in an maliciously evil tone.
In the age of the (free) internet, we don’t need THEM anymore to teach us the “hold my hand” curated, censored and select snippets of what is known and has been chosen to be shared.
Those silver-haired ivory tower gate keepers hate seeing slobs in jogging pants quoting Aristotle.
“It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.”
We don’t need THEM to graciously sway our opinions to their educated and enlightened views. We have the opportunity (the first time in (wy)mankind’s HIS/HERstory) to …
THINK. FOR. OURSELVES.
… darp …
Extreme Leftists want to abolish the capitalist system because Marxist socialism is again the cool. A “fair” level of poverty for ALL is the future ( don’t talk about the genocide, murder, or any of that though, shh ) …The Right (never mind the Far Right because any cunt preaching “Rule by Supremacy” that quotes quackery “science” based on studies of skin color is a deplorable moron) wants the government to stop leeching off their incomes with increased taxes to pay for the liberal cry-babies twisted Utopian dreams, and for the Democrats to stop trying to strip them of their Second Amendment rights, which was created to resist Tyrannical governments, much like some of the genocidal Marxist/Socialist regimes that took guns, like that cool-guy Mao’s dynasty.
“Shut up, NAZI !” curdled a defeated cry of a melting snowflake …
“No I’m not !” replied the guy just reading aloud with his finger following the words printed in the high school textbook.
Disagreement is targeted, destroyed and eradicated.
“We’re right, you’re wrong, admit it or perish.”
Simple debate, stripped of click-bait and scandals, has been CLOSED. The internet is CLOSING.
Men are scared to talk to women are scared to talk to the transgendered are scared to talk to minorities are scared to talk to children.
Humans fear what they don’t understand, therefore the culture of silence is breeding fear. If you understand nothing, everything is terrifying.
IT MUST BE, must’nt it?
To further (wy)mankind we MUST talk, openly and honestly; no pussy-footing around (“sexist pig, he is !”).
Firstly, we have to erase the false paradigms. Left ? Right ? Republican ? Liberal ? Libertarian ?
How can you be “for the people” if you’ve pledged allegiance to only, say, the Left ? You’re leaving out the rest of society that doesn’t fall under your preferred pre-packaged label.
You’re creating, or at least encouraging, division.
You’re turning your back to those who breathe the same air as you …
Bleed the same blood as you …
I think if YOU thought about it, you’d realize you have a bit of the youthful libertarian, a bit of your uncle’s right-wing conspirator and a bit of your grandpa’s conservative ways smeared across your identity.
The LEFT/RIGHT is a false-paradigm.
LET. GO. OF. IT.
Secondly, some people need to STOP assuming university credentials empower them to speak for a group that they are NOT a part of. Just because you think some “disenfranchised” or “powerless” group needs the qualified expertise ( uh-hum, uh : white privilege ? ) from someone with a doctorate in a niche ( invisible ? ) subsection of society – they don’t want your help. Don’t. Don’t embarrass their culture, or your nieces and nephews. They’re not weak.
Just fucking admit that topic/major was a poor life choice and hand the resume of defeat off at the Starbucks down the road from your parents’ house (note to Universities: stop hiring these experts of nothingness as teachers, maybe, just to validate the useless credential that your university offers … )
It’s like our parents say, “you’re an idiot” [speaking to the 20-something you].
Stop pretending …
About EVERYTHING, goddamnit.
Love is love, right is right, knowledge is knowledge, truth is truth …
Relativity? Go fuck yourself and come back to the conversation in ten years after you’ve read a book your teacher hasn’t assigned, after you’ve acquired some responsibility, or after you’ve escaped the protective picket fences of the suburban cul-de-sac.
Step aside from GROUPTHINK.
Stop pretending that emotions trump the truth.
Stop being jolted/triggered by the word trump, associating it with Trump and whatever negative connotation it’s absorbed with you from its over-use in the media …
No one is perfect.
It is thru our errors that we improve.
It is by learning from the mistakes of others that we don’t repeat the same blunders.
We digress …
A curated existence on the internet isn’t real.
Stop persecuting a slip of the tongue and ruining someone’s career because you disagree.
Let the internet be a safe place of trial and error.
A safe place to grapple with the heavy seriousness of life’s most important questions.
If we keep on burning the village, people will leave.
Where do you go once you’ve been shamed publicly for something THAT MIGHT NOT HAVE BEEN TRUE or manipulated in an unfair way ?
You lose your job, your family, your ability to make a steady income …
People run to the internet to escape the pains of real life.
Then the trolls attack in the Cyberworld and chase you away from anonymity.
So, where do you run after that ?
Where do you hide ?
There is a war online no profile is safe from.
By sharing thoughts and opinions you are walking onto a battlefield …
Strewn with pieces of exploded bodies.
Step out with careless disregard, waltzing atop the landmines.
Accept the loss of limbs and permanent disfigurement that could potentially fall upon this temporary vessel.
“agjha;jkgadg,” he mashed against the keyboard with his freshly blown-off stump, meaning to type, “this is life, now,” and failing, miserably.