Hyperlinks are a liberal psy-op. I’ll only click regular links.
Videodrome
Now that’s a name I’ve not heard in a long time. I remember watching it as a teenager in the 90s and having no freaking clue what was going on.
I hate that people in charge were never able to properly communicate this subtle difference.
It was communicated just fine. I got that info. You got that info. It was out there. But the signal to noise ratio was unreal. People seem to prefer soundbites and false dichotomies over accurate, nuanced information. Sprinkle in a metric shitton of wedge issue misinformation delivered via sledgehammer and you get what we got:
VACCINE BAD!
VACCINE GOOD!
GRANDPA HAVE VACCINE BUT STILL DIE!
VACCINE STILL GOOD!
I HAVE VACCINE BUT STILL GET SICK AND BOSS MAKE ME STAY HOME AND NO GET MONEY! VACCINE BAD!
VACCINE… BAD?
DOCTOR LIED! SCIENCE BAD!
Well actually…
YOU STUPID, VACCINE BAD!
VACCINE BAD!
COVID OVER, NO NEED VACCINE!
HOORAY!
I’m one of those heathens that read through for the first time in publication order. The ancient civilization side trips were a bit disorienting at first but I managed.
Live with underlying existential dread for decades. Watch as “doing what you love” becomes “hating what you used to love because you’re forced to do it so that there’s enough numbers in the computer to prove that you’re worthy of continued existence.” Contemplate the pointlessness of it all on a daily basis. Be reminded that your feelings are invalid because “other people have it worse” every time the topic comes up. Nod listlessly as “successful” people tout their own hard work while ignoring any factor luck and privilege played, then tune out when they shift into the dissonant duet of “I succeeded because I am exceptional” and “anyone can do the same if they just work harder.”
Wake up the next morning and realize there’s roughly 30 more years of this, barring a massive coronary or aneurism or something.
I don’t like it, but watching the flush can save a whole lot of pain. Clogs suck.
Our washer died a couple of months ago so we had to hit the laundromat for awhile. Brought our own detergent of course, but we also got the dregs of whatever the last dozen or so people poured into the dispenser. It was like histamine roulette that landed on 00 suspiciously often.