The first 2 hrs are very informative, but the rest well... he blows the whole thing!!!!

You, like many others. likely habitually ignore the part of your news feed cluttered with alternative media trash and unconventional nutty conspiracy links proclaiming to seek the truth. Like many, you may have been forced to endure this slew of devious information when merely attempting to see how many ways your friends can say I am a contentedly ostracized ignoramus in 140 or 420 characters or less. If you have these problems, you can rest assured that you are not alone!!!

Thankfully, curiousity isnt what actually makes us human!!! Nope!!! Settling for an endless succession of the lesser of two evils and taking orders is!!!! YIP!!! Anyone who condemns a person for exploring an unpopular issue (no matter how plausible it may be) is justified, they should be widely embraced and be rewarded with economic viability, and easy friends that wont do crazy embarrassing shit. People should be harshly criticized, reprimanded and deemed "insane" for even considering the notion that the people who own everything (and are far better networked than they) would attempt to preserve their power by directly conspiring to maintain it... at best. I mean if you think that like WTF is wrong with you. Geezzzzzzzzzzzzz guy. I am trying to look concerned here.

These raging paranoiacs probably come off as quite course, obsessive and defensive. They often devolve quickly into name calling in conversation and immediately assume that everyone who doesn’t agree with them is in some way involved with the grand conspiracy that holds them in place. They were likely quite innocent when they first began their quest, they simply wanted to know more then what their schools and universities had taught them and more than where their good will had lead them. After leaving these institutions unfulfilled, they slowly were enticed to explore other theories which were more explanatory of why things were so fucked up in ways the others just ... werent. In the process of accumulating and circulating this information, they were called all sorts of names which in turn made them want to know more, and the prize all the more alluring... but the one that must have stung the most was being called "Crazy", for some reason that always seemed to stick...

The stigma of mental illness goes back, back and beyond the days of bedlam, in which insanity was equated with spiritual possession, and the act of not conforming to society was deemed cynical (the life of the dog), abrasive, malcontent, unjustifiably paranoid and a threat to the social order (corruption). This same attitude toward the “possessed” has made its way into the modern age in more elaborate forms. The secular benefited by having any ideas which ran counter to its system stigmatized by this subtle religious connotation. People who spoke their minds, and warned of the realities of the system were thought too “preachy” they were thought to be religious followers, if only to an idea. After being lambasted with empty criticisms and name calling throughout the process of trying to do something honest and sincere for humanity, they slowly eroded in character. Incrementally these people became frustrated with those who would not listen, they began losing their patience, and in the same manner as they railed against the system, they began rail against those who would not listen, they were forced to see themselves as necessarily superior, they began to rationalize their curiosity as being the only thing that was in fact sane, and thus for the sake of their own tranquility deemed the society of which they were apart as quite appropriatley insane.

In defense of the attacks they stopped asking questions, no longer felt the need to pussyfoot around the issues and open themselves up to the intellectual misfortune of others, and instead began speaking in absolute terms as they knew it couldn’t be met with much worse. They did it boisterously and belligerently, they relentlessly shat on the naive hopes and dreams of over-the-counter-cultural rebels in hopes of showing them how they too were mislead with their banners, peaceful protest, good music and rebellious apparel which with they pathetically sought to dismantle the towering tyranny that struck them down harder each time to the gutwrenching screams of people being bombed in the safe distance. They even then began to tire of showing these groups how their efforts were in vain.... they tired, and thirsted for more , and more and more and more, until they ultimatley became miserable, isolated, if not ruthless.

They became hateful of the stubbornness that stood between them and the collective equanimity of humankind. We went out on a whim, and didnt know how to swim. Anger consumed them, and they then could no longer hide from the criticism of being unhappy, cynical and negative minded, as they became that very person. And so was the success of the synopticon, it turned a societies finest people of virtue, into those to be rejected and feared. They convinced the people, in all of their brilliance, that we should not fear the system, but those who sought to correct it. And so their fate was written, and so their fate was done, but they were just light anyway. From the sun, sun, sun.

-Human

I recently commited facebook suicide, only to become a totally isolated recluse, borderline weirdo. I was doing ok with the chainsmoking fuck the world, isolationist/ eccentric artisian who drives an SUV bit, but I found myself becoming self-centerdly toxic, elitist, and essentially that which I so vehemently despise. My motives for abandoning the service was to escape its oppressive grip, to free myself from the controlled mediums which so incrementally are leading us to the slaughterhouse. The fact that leaving the service could have such an impact is an indication of the strength of this grip it has over us all.  I became frustrated with peoples utter complacency with the increasingly corporatized and dehumanized version of the service which most appeared to accept without criticism other then a witty status diatribe here and there (of which I am typically the supplier) or a good ol redundant facebook group to vainly protest.... facebook. I became frustrated and increasingly cynical (virtuous)  that while we circulated links, and exhanged our insights in this seemingly free virtual playground, that we were at the same time caught in the grips of infantilism, that we were all little children merely amusing ourselves in big brothers toyshop, monitered around the clock by CCTV. Now that facebook has almost achieved its goal of getting us comfortable with complete disclosure in a contentedly nuerotic self-censoring society on a medium that is now openly monitered by the authorities to track political (irrational) dissent, I figure my boycott is utterly meaningless, considering the end has already came and passed.

In the process of making this statement I abandoned my humans, those cellular components of the global mind with which I once exchanged impulses and signals of sublevel importance. So I have reactivated my facebook, to keep in touch with my real friends, so not to lose sight of the shore, should my ship get sunk...

In short I am merely back for tactical purposes.

I do not kid myself with regards to its applicability as a tool for social activism, as I have explained before it is the exact opposite.