Posted by Kalisiin_Kumaki
on 9/21/2009, 1:09 pm, in reply to "Why I'm Starting To Dislike The Internet"
Nail. Head. Direct hit. Great job here, Indo! This is exactly correct. And like you, I effing HATE the "beautiful people." they have caused more grief in my life than most of them will ever know. I hate them down to the last fiber in their "beautiful" bodies.
I wish they'd all just go somewhere else...but it looks like, once again, we kindred spirits will have to. How long before one of us can build a fleet of rocket ships and leave these assholes behind forever?
No, folks, what I just wrote is NOT satire. It is MEANT. EVERY LAST WORD of it is MEANT.
--Previous Message--
: Once upon a time, there was a place where the
: socially inept could retreat from the
: critical, mocking world. There, they could
: meet kindred spirits, discuss common
: interests, and create simple works of art in
: a private, non-judgmental atmosphere. This
: place was known as the Internet.
:
: All was well until the mid-2000s, with the
: phenomenal emergence of social networking
: sites like MySpace and Facebook. The
: "Beautiful People" invaded the
: Internet en masse, relegating the social
: outcasts to the sidelines once again. With
: their annoyingly simple tastes and tendency
: to coerce and convert those different from
: them, the popular kids have succeeded in
: taking over what was once a nerds'
: stronghold.
:
: It seems that more and more
: "griefers" surface on the Internet
: every day, forming close-knit societies and
: elaborate inside jokes as they join forces
: to destroy the lives of those less
: fortunate.
:
: Search engines such as Google have become
: weapons, surveillance tools, used by an
: individual's potential enemies to dig up
: incriminating information about that
: individual. In today's struggling economy,
: business owners have been using the Internet
: to spy on their less desirable employees,
: desperately looking for reasons to fire
: these workers and cut company expenses. In
: addition, in recent years there has been an
: alarming rise in the number of elderly
: Internet users, who are only interested in
: violating the privacy of their younger
: relatives in a misguided attempt at love.
:
: Even our culture has suffered. Look no
: further than YouTube for examples. This
: unspeakable video inexplicably has over
: twenty million views. (Harry Dacre, who
: wrote the original "Daisy Bell"
: song over a century ago, must be turning in
: his grave.) And this grotesque cartoon is
: an international sensation, its atonal
: song's repetitive lyrics having been
: translated into a multitude of languages and
: looping infinitely in the nightmares of
: children around the world.
:
: The quality and integrity of our video games
: also grow more diluted as time goes on. For
: example, right now, there is a popular RPG
: out there. Its gameplay is lacking, its
: story is plagiarized wholesale from a
: bestselling fantasy novel, its graphics are
: simple recolors of the RPG Maker XP
: defaults, and its soundtrack consists of
: lifeless, sleep-inducing symphonies made by
: a young hotshot California music major.
: Moreover, the game's authors have the utter
: nerve to demand money for the downloads.
: Still, this game has an enviable following,
: with hundreds of regular members on the
: official site's message board. Odd how RPGs
: were once considered "video games for
: thinking people."
:
: With each passing day, our world becomes
: progressively more like filmmaker Mike
: Judge's quasi-comedic dystopian vision of
: the distant future. And sadly, cyberspace is
: no longer a refuge for independent thought.
:
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