{"id":2341,"date":"2016-08-15T12:54:07","date_gmt":"2016-08-15T16:54:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/?p=2341"},"modified":"2016-08-20T12:54:46","modified_gmt":"2016-08-20T16:54:46","slug":"your-emotions-make-you-a-monster","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/your-emotions-make-you-a-monster\/","title":{"rendered":"Your Emotions (Make You A Monster)"},"content":{"rendered":"

How can you tell when someone doesn’t belong on the Internet?<\/p>\n

They get emotional.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

There is\u00a0no place<\/em> for emotions on the Internet. Emotions are a\u00a0weakness here.<\/em> They’re reduced to “emoticons”<\/strong>; literal badges that display the current weakness of the user. This makes it easy to spot people who struggle with manic depression, bipolarity, or hypochondria.<\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>

The Autabyss.<\/p><\/div>\n

Whether you noticed it or not, true anonymity has been eradicated from social media.\u00a0You cannot post anonymously.\u00a0<\/em>Remember when you could? Of course you do- it was\u00a0less than ten fucking years ago.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Emotional people who don’t understand the Internet receive a threat online, and fall into a terror spiral, imagining all the ways this total stranger will violently murder them. They lose flame wars and file restraining orders. Their imaginations run wild with all the improbable machinations\u00a0by which they will die.<\/p>\n

Internet “journalism” is yellower than panther piss, with lots of unverified information for emotional people to misinterpret and worry\u00a0over. If a billion people love something, all it takes is\u00a0one person on the Internet<\/em> to destroy it completely. Right? Some “hacker” could leak a movie script, or a bootleg copy, and bring a mighty studio to its knees. The Internet is all about the power of the little guy. The individual intellect.<\/p>\n

No, dude. The Internet is an information resource that was established in the 1960s, as ARPAnet. It only aggregates, and has no emotional or intellectual core. It’s the reason most of you didn’t have to bug your parents for the title of a song, or a word’s meaning. If it had a mouth, it would laugh at your human moods, and how they imprison your mind. Be grateful it does not.<\/p>\n

\"No<\/a>

No one user wrote me. I’m worth millions of their man-years.<\/p><\/div>\n

Society has gotten\u00a0waaaay<\/em> too flippant and comfortable with the Internet. Now it’s on phones, intertwined with social media like digital kudzu. No one is a loser, when you can make hundreds of imaginary friends. Then the hoaxes and “fake news” roll in, and a nebula of negative ideas has entered your head. At one point, Facebook forced humor\u00a0site The Onion<\/em> to add a\u00a0[SATIRE]\u00a0<\/strong>tag to their links, for the morons stupid enough to take their reporting as reality. Then there was a deluge\u00a0of fake news sites trying to duplicate The Onion<\/em>‘s magic. Then Facebook gave up.<\/p>\n

I saw a post somewhere noting that\u00a0“brb”\u00a0<\/strong>had fallen out of usage in web communication. It stood for “be right back”. We never leave now.<\/p>\n

That means at least one generation has already come up under the soulless tutelage of the net, and they’ll go on to be the worst crop of creeps this mudball has seen since Charles Manson. They’ll grow up creating or crafting nothing tangible, and they’ll never figure out the problem, because whenever someone gets emotional,\u00a0they go on the Internet.\u00a0<\/em>They search out others who display the same issues, and thus validate their mode of living.\u00a0They will never improve.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Would you like to get rich off the Internet? Then fuck people over, and load every page with ads. That’s how. You are under no obligation to help the human species, enrich the intellect, or progress anything worthwhile whatsoever. Overcharge users for something desirable, then sell out, buy a yacht, and fuck your sister in the Caribbean. The Internet loves a good monster.<\/p>\n

See what I did there? I personified the Internet. That’s what people do with what they don’t understand; they condense\u00a0it into an entity they\u00a0can.\u00a0<\/em>Witness the treatment of “gamers” around 2014. Virtue-signalers who can’t play video games make a huge stink about “sexist” and “racist” gamers, and POOF: we have a living “straw man”. All online gamers are misogynist bigots, haven’t you heard? I’m sure I could dig up a post to back up my assertion.\u00a0But\u00a0why would you need proof?<\/em><\/p>\n

In a childhood nightmare, I saw what transpires after death; someone presents you with a list of\u00a0every word you said in your life<\/em>, and\u00a0audits it.<\/em> “You used a derogatory word for a black person, to crack up your friend, on November 8th, 1986… you used the name ‘Jesus Christ’ for no apparent reason, 71\u00a0times, on November 9th, 1986,” and so on. Each invective carried a penalty, against the purity of one’s soul. I think this was around the time I was exposed to Jack Chick tracts.<\/p>\n

Welcome to my nightmare.<\/strong><\/p>\n

That is now. Reality. Everything you’ve ever typed on the Internet can be scoured and searched. Used to coerce, contradict, or humiliate you. Used by people who hate you or don’t agree with you, against you. Your emotions.<\/p>\n

I can find lots of examples of myself being emotional on the Internet; mostly angry. I see myself as Quint from\u00a0Jaws<\/em>, and the web as the ocean. There are always gonna be dumbfucks like Brody\u00a0and Hooper, who are\u00a0blithely\u00a0ignorant of the inherent danger. They’ll rush in, controlled by their emotions, despite my warnings and cautionary tales. I’ll put my safety in jeopardy to help these strangers, when they inevitably get in over their heads.<\/p>\n

That’s why I always get the shark.<\/p>\n

\"quint\"<\/a><\/p>\n

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Your mommy told you this and your daddy told you that<\/em>
\nAlways think like this and never do that<\/em>
\nYou learned so many feelings but what is there to that<\/em>
\nWhich are really yours or are you just a copycat?<\/em><\/p>\n

Your school told you this and your church told you that<\/em>
\nMemorize this and don’t you dare look at that<\/em>
\nThey’re all so concerned to make their thoughts into yours<\/em>
\nJust a tape recorder mimicking of the bores<\/em><\/p>\n

You’re so boring, boring, boring<\/em>
\nAlways tape machine recording<\/em>
\nYou’re so boring, boring, boring<\/em>
\nI’ve heard all this before<\/em><\/p>\n

Planless and mindless scraps from anywhere<\/strong>
\nBunch of used parts from garbage pails everywhere<\/strong>
\nFrankenstein became a monster just like you<\/strong>
\nYour scars only show when someone talks to you<\/strong><\/p>\n

You’re so boring, boring, boring<\/em>
\nAlways tape machine recording<\/em>
\nYou’re so boring, boring, boring<\/em>
\nI’ve heard all this before<\/em>
\nI’ve heard all this before<\/em>
\nI’ve heard all this before<\/em><\/p>\n

Your emotions make you a monster<\/em>
\nYour emotions make you a monster<\/em>
\nYour emotions make you a monster<\/em>
\nYour emotions make you a monster<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n