YOU’VE NO DOUBT noticed how shrill everything has become. Things are getting weirder and louder by the day, as one bad thing follows another. And disheartening as it is to see how much evil and corruption have pervaded just about every aspect of life, including sacred things (the Catholic Church), it’s the ceaseless moans of the auto-helpless that get to me, those on social media who care enough to speak out online against the various elements of this storm front, yet cling to our chairs and screens like a life-raft in open waters.
On close inspection, there’s little doubt that X, specifically, via its algo-infested framework of deeply curated limited engagement has completely diverted and inverted traditional modes of social interaction in relationship to long-established norms of civic protest (brown bag it, link arms, go!) in these highly charged and divisive times.
Providing convenient access to a live feed of rolling scandals (without the inconvenience of having to do anything about them), X placates conflicting impulses to be both noble (brave and outspoken) and anonymous (insulated and disengaged) at the same time. It conjures forth the fiction that truth will out — that being on the side of truth will win the day magically of its own accord — given enough good-intentioned people making enough noise together while waving hands at the bubbling cauldron of black tar spilling in all directions at once.
Even though that never happens.
Like, ever.
X, perhaps better than the other SM hubs, pushes the illusion of ‘talk it out until it becomes real’ conflict resolution topped with quasi-emotional sprinkles like fake catharsis (though it’s hard to feel neutral about anything on X, and it helps to squawk for your favorite interest, our inputs have so far changed almost nothing) which is then used to keep everyone stuck on the platform, except for those, like yours truly, who are dead-banned thanks to an overwhelming, and concomitant censorship thrust that is vicious, total, and unyielding (if it’s not happening to you, it’s because you’re not a threat).
The purpose of the platform is not merely to keep users active and present, but tangled up in an endless, risible, personalized scroll of irreconcilable content symptomatic of larger ills that need ALL OUR ATTENTION but never get it, because all roads leading into that deeper discussion and beyond, into organic outflows — such as building a resistance — are bulldozed.
You’re cut off and can’t cross over.
In my latest video (‘Need To Know’ attached here), I point out what I firmly believe, that Musk didn’t simply buy Twitter for the thrill of it, but was assigned in some sense to bring his (genius?) to bear and ride hard over ‘X,’ and a certain grain of platform user in particular, as part of a larger purge targeting those who see through the now strictly enforced X-behavioral-model keeping users constrained by what shape their genuine outrage can take on various topics of injustice — and stops. Right. There.
You can be MAGA. You can decry the state of the world and the glaring contradiction, corruption, and hypocrisy of people in Government and other bad actors smudging the daily feed. You can write elongated reflections up to 4K characters. What you can’t do is use the platform to publicly eviscerate its own efforts at mind control, basically, or plumb the sketchy moves of its Bond-villain owner who basks in his mantle as champion of free speech, on the one hand, while effectively culling growing numbers of dissenters who see him for what he really is — a brutal, intolerant, Sith Lord … on the other.
What’s going on here should be ominously clear to all by now: X is a directed weapon of both » mass psychosis and psychological intervention « all rolled into one. It collects and funnels what it uses to drive the intervention — more emotionally rousing information than anyone can process or do anything with other than to kick it down the road with a few comments added to other users who will likewise catch a whiff of the subject’s exhaust before their turn at the momentary obsession speeds by.
To keep what should by now be a properly angry population sick of all the top-down abuses from getting to their feet, marching in numbers on the Capital, and pushing back against the malevolent a-holes plotting and profiting from our destruction, X, as middle-man, crucially baits and then intercepts user-gratification, performing the vital function of being a bridge to nowhere that deviates, severs, and cauterizes the paths of the most populace segment of freedom-loving advocates (Conservatives) from becoming full-blown activists; a bridge that, with any luck and a little help, will very soon collapse on itself.
In Him (Jesus, not Elon),
JMDA
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