Saturday, August 29, 2015

Hiding Out in the Open

Every day on the social networks you will see the Meme Parade ... but you will see very few people.  The social networks remind for all the world of kids trading baseball cards ... except kids get cards they like.

A meme is one of the many tawdry inventions of the Internet.  Perhaps you will take an aphorism from Mark Twain:  "If voting really did anything then they wouldn't let us do it."

Witty as always.

To millennialize it, stick that text on a picture of a cat.  Presto.  Now it's a meme and you are an Internet hero.


People post these things relentlessly online and you could scroll through the contributions of multiple people and see one meme after the other.  You couldn't get the Donald Trump meme psychopolooza off the network now with all the resources of the CIA, the NSA, and every hacker on the planet.  The only reaction a Trump meme elicits in me anymore is, "Fucking hell.  Bake the pizza.  The dough has risen too much already."


Trump is trivial but hiding behind memes is not.  They present an easy way to paint yourself in which you don't have to do anything to defend it.  This type of social network interplay is also something which would be effortless to program into a bot.  We haven't the faintest doubt that's been going on for a long time anyway.  The numbers Zuckerberg claims for Facebook are only what he can get away with claiming by whatever justification is enough to make corporate advertisers pay more for it.  Whether the numbers are real doesn't even matter.

There's a psychological resettlement taking place and people are withdrawing more and more while at the same time making a greater presentation of it through these memes to disguise the individual's true nature.  The only thing I can take from this is a clinical fear of revealing themselves and it's not because of any particular psychological deficit in them but rather in the conditioning which is coming at them from everywhere.

My immunity to this sort of thing is fairly high as the first time I saw it was when the other boys in the Infantry platoon, almost all at once, started writing things on their helmets such as We Kill Gooks.  They didn't even know what gooks were.  This sort of mass-hypnosis happens a lot here and it's one of the freakiest things about the country.

Cadillac Man said he respected my willingness to be forthright about things I believe even he doesn't necessarily agree with them.  I see nothing special in what I do but I do take disappointment in seeing fewer and fewer other people are willing.  I don't just think but know I don't do anything special.  My writing skills are fairly good which is a nice advantage but typing simply for the sake of seeing the words is something only for political speech writers.  These things are important to me and I strongly believe the mindset of a great many people would start shifting if we were more demonstrative about things which are important rather than railing endlessly about things which suck.

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