The Internet, Dream of the Future
The Internet, Dream of the Future
Sludge-filled sewer of stupidity.
The internet. A dream of the future. Freedom, information, knowledge. The digital wild west, where one could find anything and discuss everything. At least that used to be the dream.
Instead, the once-free digital channels have become sludge-filled sewers, the domain of demonic techno entities and the Bugmen in their thrall. Everything has collapsed into a disgusting Bug Techno-Babel. What used to be numerous private sites, forums, and discussion boards, repositories of knowledge, have consolidated into imbecilic attention traps like Twitter and Instagram, populated by reply bots, spam, and advertising algorithms.
What once was the future has degenerated into a useless toy for mental deficients who stare at their phones for hours, flicking through fifteen-second video clips of scantly clad whores peddling porn. What should have been our century Library of Alexandria was corrupt from the beginning. Infiltrated and run by sinister corporate and governmental interests, nothing and no one can be trusted online.
The truth is that the internet sucks. It’s boring. Worst of all it no longer works well. Google and other search engines spit out endless advertising spam. Email is slow and impossible to keep spam free. Social Media friend networks no longer connect you with friends, instead, they force-feed you algorithmic bullshit for advertising and sinister purposes. What once was a wonderful tool is not a Bugman-producing techno-crapitalistic waste of time.
Take Twitter, the one social media I regularly use. It sucks. It’s billed as our modern town square, but we all know that the bugmen who run it are pawns of intelligence agencies and other sinister creatures. Truth gets censored, opinions manipulated, and users banned and shadowbanned. Posts throttled. Because of these facts, the platform has quickly diminished in value and will diminish to the level of the now-useless Facebook in the next couple of years. Not to mention that at least 50% of Twitter users aren’t human. If you don’t believe me, spend some time looking through the replies to bigger accounts. The obvious bots and demonic entities that dwell in the digital spaces can barely conceal themselves.
I’m not the only one who thinks the internet sucks and has gone to shit. Ted Gioia wrote this great piece, Has the Internet Reached its Peak, discussing the upcoming death of the internet. The best part about it is that it’s a white pill. People want the endless bug noise to end so are turning to longer more in-depth articles, videos, and podcasts that are human-driven. I’ve always said that LiveJournal was the height of internet culture. Substack is the nearest thing we have, and the format and support for free speech(I’m weary due to them highlighting DIE pimps) are promising.
What we have to do is support long-form writing, independent writing, and decentralized networking. We need to return to the article, the message board, and the personal website. Schizoid posting on Twitter is just emotional and mental energy thrown into the techo-demonic void feeding the nether beasts that dwell in the darkest digital spaces.
The Literary and Cultural Critic going by the nom de plume of Aristophanes dropped a fantastic article and manifesto in the Federalist on the state of publishing. He summarizes the state of bugworld publishing, and I believe references one of my pieces, No Country for Young Men. Of course, this is not new to my readers but valuable to enlighten the ignorant and document it for posterity. Any artistic movement, especially one that is a countercultural resistance like ours, facing the biomass of bugworld, needs critics and cultural historians. The artists and writers will always be the heart of the movement but for it to grow and thrive it needs critics to discuss and sharpen the work and historians and librarians to document and preserve it for posterity. So I urge everyone to write reviews, start discussion boards, write articles, and collect and catalog independent work. I also applaud the work of new critics like Aristophanes, Upstream Reviews, Geek Gab, and many others that are building and growing an organic independent artistic community.
Traditional publishing still relies on the venerable old white men to make money. The new Cormac McCarthy novel, The Passenger came out today. Read it. McCarthy is one of the best living writers. A master.
Hear hear. The internet is homogenized like everything else in order to push a viewpoint that jibes with the corporate/governmental definition of “Our Democracy.” There’s the authorized viewpoint and then there’s stuff that needs to be censored and throttled. Everything we were warned about came true.
I wonder if it’s due to our economic system of endless consumption, constant expansion, constantly pushing new product, and advertising up the wazoo. I think these things have helped ruin the internet. Platforms that used to work beautifully get endlessly updated until they can barely perform their core function because you always have to have a “next year’s model,” even though the model from 10 years ago worked better than anything since. So sad.