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Facebook Drunk

The second you open the window you’re under the influence. A rush of judgmental indignation shoots through your brain down your fingertips, eyes slitted and darting through the feed for — awww, kittens!
Okay, heart that——where was I?

Oh yeah, fuck Zuckerberg.
Boy, that felt good. Profanity has a precise algorithmic correlation to voodoo doll sales on EBay.

Facebook wrings out money from every idle click, every loose synapse. The deeper the reptile mind probe, the bigger the payoff. You want truth?? There’s your truth, Bam! Every word here is part of the scheme. You could be gardening or playing with the kids. I could be. But the fucker knows us. The algorithms own us. We’re his monetized bitches.

Baby goat break.
No, Mark, I will never use that creepy huggy-heart emoji.

Also, you’re Eddie Haskell, Mark.
The whole internet knows it.
All your employees know it.
The Proud Boys you’re enabling know it, except their name for you is cuck.
Your pinned pupils tell me you suspect this.

Taking the drug you’re pushing is going to kill you, Mark.
But your humanity can set you free.
Try it. With all its manipulable flaws, humanity might embrace you.

Reality President Sequel

 News that Trump shut off the lights and retreated to the WH bunker while demonstrations massed outside got pretty scant attention. Sure, it’s cowardice, but only according to an old normal. Trump has made his bones and earned his spurs as something unique.

Once, scales of political corruption and incompetence might’ve set things back a mere few financial or election cycles but now we have to calculate in terms of centuries and millennia. Our behavioral patterns adjust to thinking of the devil we know as inevitable and enduring— perpetual suffering measured on biblical timelines.

The Trump Effect makes darkness the new normal. You know in your heart how close to completion the job is. Don’t quit on him now.