I’ve been arguing on the internet since before there was an internet. It’s either a past time, or an addiction, or a creative outlet, or a way to vent frustration, or a way to learn about new topics, depending either on your point of view, or how many drinks you’ve had. Got my first 1200 baud Hayes external modem when I was twelve, and have been doing dial-up bulletin board systems or their evolutionary equivalents (usenet, forums, reddit, facebook) ever since. Facebook is the worst, because they bait you with connectivity to family and friends, and then kite you into arguments because the arguments generate traffic. This is the new platform for discourse, and the style of discourse it provides is complete garbage, and has fundamentally infected the news media delivery models themselves. The internet eliminated the gatekeepers, which was good, but it also reduced content to the lowest common denominator. Nuanced content does not get shared as much as simple content, and all the money comes from secondary sharing, so it’s a universal media race to the bottom with every outlet competing to fuel the mob.
So in this space, I found myself ‘arguing’ as I’ve always done, but increasingly forced to repeat nuanced opinions in the format. I had to start saving them down, and copy/pasting them repeatedly when the same bouts of Handwaving Freakoutery spilled into my Facebook feed, discussion forum cycle, or frequented subreddits. After I had enough of these things saved, I figured I’d slap some up on Medium.com instead of copy/pasting them, because it’s easier to drop a hotlink.
Then I got a third of a million views.
So I figured I should probably stick them on a website. Mostly in case Medium banned me for some reason, given the egregious nature of the modern left’s new perspective on freedom of expression.
And here you are.
Topics here are going to range from specific policy issues which concern me personally (e.g. guns), to media criticism, to analysis frameworks for society itself, to perhaps a little Handwaving Freakoutery of my own, as my view of the future stability of society itself is increasingly dismal the longer I spend unpacking it.