Computers our 21st century slavery, the '1984' of our age, social media the mob rule of our day.

On social media legions of isolated individuals, with the brainless malice of a concierge, spread ‘the real dirt’ on artists, writers, actors, musicians, athletes and others in the public eye.

A tsunami of ugly feelings surges across the global clothesline at the mere mention of this person or that person
there is a  anti-claque of Torquemada wannabes, Social media can launch a witch hunt or pogrom just as readily as a ‘progressive’ uprising, and in either instance directs the madness of crowds to unexamined targets of outrage; the technology itself is probably as addictive as heroin, since it acts directly on neural synapses, and its instantaneous transmission eliminates any space for reflection or analysis between emotional impulse and action.

Are these people, mob rule people, like addicts clueless about intimacy,

clueless about intimacy utter anonymity among individuals  like themselves

They evade onerous personal responsibilities, as most addicts do:

Still, I feel it’s necessary to say how stupid this inverted logic is.

  as they hide out in utter anonymity among individuals unlike themselves.

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Predatory Sex Aliens

Gary Indiana

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