Sociopathic Media

So many people are pretending to be somebody they’re not, telling you what they think, when deep down they don’t care. They’re on the bandwagon, hoping to make it big for no particular reason, copying all the major players, doing what’s expected of them.

Like ASMR artists, I mean, is it even art? Is blowing in your ear a creative act, especially when thousands of others have tried the very same thing? So many unimaginative people, doing whatever it takes to ride the wave. Unfortunately, it seems that branching out and trying something new won’t win you any favours.

The problem is that nowadays originators get no credit, it’s the big personalities that steal ideas that make a mint from other people’s misery. New ideas are ten-a-penny unless you put in the work and spend a considerable amount of money. I’ve thrown plenty of my own into the communal cultural pot, just for the fun of it, and never received a moment of recognition. I’m glad, it’s a vacuous ritual, patting strangers on the back for using their brain for five seconds.

But some people make a living out of ripping others’ potential, the bottom feeders with corporate sponsorship who’ve become the names and faces of the latest wave. A lot of them like to make out they did it all off their own back, but the truth is a sweet smile, a good sense of humour, and a willingness to lie can go a long way.

It used to be bug me as a teen, just how many singers proclaimed their love for their fans, those dupes that made them famous and put millions in the bank. But now it’s even worse. Unique talent is a rarity amongst an army of creative clones. Twitch streamers are the worst, not the gamers, but the personalities that sit about looking pretty, eating, watching videos, and talking junk. It makes me wonder how lonely do people have to be, to pay thousands of dollars to get a fake friend to notice them for five seconds?

Asides all that, there’s a major problem coming over the horizon. The internet has produced a generation of sociopaths who will do anything for the clout. They’ll film the dead body of a suicide victim for the fun of it and share it with the world. As they laughed at somebody else’s pain, it made me wonder what social media is doing to the brain.

Most people argue that if it’s online it’s not real, it’s for entertainment purposes only, nothing to get worked up about, just chill old man. I’d say it’s quite the opposite, that if you reward someone for treating people like dirt, in the end that’s all they’ll do, and maybe worse.

If you’ve heard of ‘Pavlov’s Dog,’ then you’ll know how far this can go, programming behaviour of the masses by example. Life is cheap, death is funny, and everyone over forty is a fascist. Nobody wants to put in the work. They simply want the rewards. If you step out of line with contemporary thought, you’ll be tracked and traced and threatened in the middle of the night.

Take the cultural phenomenon of ‘Swatting,’ where those who fall foul of the crowd can find themselves raided under false pretences. They’re literally thrown to the ground on a live stream, machine guns to their head and the heads of their family. As far as the kids who instigate such behaviour, until recently the worst they’d receive is a slap on the wrist.

Fame seems to be the guiding light, seeking attention, either good or bad, as long as the sponsors don’t complain, everything and everyone in life is game. Targeting individuals, whole generations, countries, history, colour, creed, it doesn’t matter who suffers, as long as the mob agrees. For that’s what social media’s really for, a training program to incite mob mentality.

Burn the witch, smash the church, kill anybody who doesn’t comply, that’s the future of society, under the laws of social media. So many suckers learning the tricks to sociopathy, finessing their style with a false smile, destroying lives with a face that wouldn’t melt butter. The hierarchy is spreading throughout the media, the mainstream is desperate to hop on board. Everybody’s touting the same lie, that the far left is incapable of fascism.

Check out the ‘Horseshoe Theory’, and you’ll see my point, political extremes meet in the middle. They might swear that they’re ideological enemies, but in the end, they use the same tactics to sway popular opinion. They destroy what they perceive as a threat to their argument, they censor their critics, but most of all, and research your WW2 and Cold War history if you don’t believe me, they focus on radicalising the young.

The methodology is always the same, be it for religious doctrine or a holy war, Fascism, Marxism, Communism, it doesn’t matter what, as far as the cell’s concerned it’s always the end of the world. The thing that the young hate the most is the old pointing out their lack of experience, and in turn, imply that without it one cannot achieve true wisdom.

In the distant past, there was a time when many chose to live a life of solitude and contemplation. Those rare souls who sought enlightenment by avoiding the distractions of everyday life. The old school hermits and shamans who’d abstain from everything that distracts from their singular purpose. They might live in caves or temples or high up on a mountain peak, anywhere to get away from the human race and the toxic nature of how they think. Now they’re called ‘incels’ and they’re treated like a joke, because society cannot face itself, and look into the mirror. It doesn’t want to know what it has created. It won’t take the blame for depression and suicide, and instead focuses everybody’s attention on fame and glory.

For human beings are competitive like all beasts of the land and sea, their instinct is to attack outsiders and defend their territory. Either you are an enemy, an ally, or food, that’s how nature works.

So many have suffered dramatically since the technological revolution, or whatever we’re supposed to call this redundant period in history. This time is now, and that’s all you need to know. If you’re young and beautiful, you can be part of the show. If you’re loud and brash and opinionated, but poorly informed and undereducated, then you can be a leader of the people who are not sure what they want.

Sociopaths and the internet have a lot in common, most people using social media complain all day about whatever it is other people say. Anything to game the system, to climb on the backs of their social victims.

I saw it coming when started bumping into people who’d been brainwashed by Neurolinguistic Programming. You can tell them a mile off. They never apologise, they never admit their mistakes, and they’ll invariably resort to cheap tactics, personally attacking the opposition to throw off their critics. They don’t care about the topic, or who’s right or who’s wrong, for they just want to be popular and to win at all costs.

Because when they’re in charge, they can play their sick games and take succour from the suffering of their many victims. The outsiders on the fringe of society are not young or pretty or famous, they are old and of a particular colour, and they’ve been ousted from the club. The people that invented just about everything you see around you, including the infrastructure of the internet itself, enabled their critics to weaponise this technology and turn it against themselves.

The last thing a sociopath wants is to hear facts and be proven wrong. Which is why truth is now ugly and lies are loving, and history is insulting, and society must change into a hobo festival under police lockdown. They don’t care who suffers, and the moment the tide changes they’ll do the same and switch allegiances. To be fashionable, you must be fickle, and if the world keeps churning out more and happy sociopaths, you can bet that in the end there will be no room for compromise.

Imagine who might be elected next to run this world of crazy psychos. My first prediction is an end to democracy. For in life, to have winners, you must have losers, and it seems that some are better losers than others.

There are whole generations raised by mealy-mouthed parents, who wouldn’t say boo to a goose. They never scolded their children and encouraged them to do what they want, and now they’ve begun to turn on those who raised them, blaming them for their problems.

As a child, I was slapped and beaten, not by my parents, but by just about everybody else. Be it my teachers, class bullies, strangers in the street, other kids, idiots from the rugby club, and all sorts of people in authority.

What they all did, one after another is knock the shit out of me, and whatever’s left must be the real thing. The problem with my life is that I was never encouraged, but always disciplined, and told to shut up ever since I was a kid. Now I’m older, and the younger generations are spouting the same garbage as the authoritarian society I grew up with, telling me to button my lip and keep nose out of other people’s business.

It’s ironic, but if you try to respect other people’s opinions, and do the right thing and step aside, you get no thanks, you’re just treated like dirt. Animals and psychopaths govern this world, and the only people who say they understand are on the make. The grifters who want your money and your support, so they can do whatever they like, while you go rot in the gutter.

If the glitterati all had a red button placed in their luxury homes, primed to set off every nuclear warhead on the planet, we’d be dead by now.

They’d hold the masses to ransom and expect us to slave away, satisfying their every desire, no matter how ridiculous it might seem. The internet is breeding despots without power, rich and entitled sociopaths devoid of all real sense of empathy.

Don’t look up to them and don’t seek their popular opinion. It’s merely the mechanics of the internet, the social media algorithm. Gamification of politics and philosophy will turn this race into grovelling beasts.

Pavlov must be laughing his head off at all this, with enough bells and whistles you make people do, say, feel, believe anything. The social experiment has proven a success, and any minute now, all these dogs, be they popular or not, are ready to rip each other apart.

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