If you expect to find me participating
in the nether realm of the
blogosphere or the
twitterverse, you can forgetaboutit.
You won't. It's all drivel,
which is generally defined as
non-sense, twaddle, claptrap, balderdash, gibberish, rubbish,
mumbo jumbo, garbage, crapola, and
verbal diarrhea; and, represents an utter
devolution of language to the point of minimalism akin
to the crude gesticulations, grunts,
and shrieks of our distant ancestors before we developed
the ability to speak. The last term of that definition suitably
sums up my impression of social media. It's
verbal diarrhea. And as far as I'm concerned, the
digital miasma of these addictive
obsessions is swirling an entire generation of humans
and perhaps our civilization, if you can call it civilized, down
the drain at an accelerated pace. But I get ahead of myself.
Google my name you will, no doubt, find my
Doppelgängers out there in the
blogosphere. But I have better things to do. I am too
busy being creative. I am too busy doing research, dreaming up
stories, and writing. I am disconnected from the
banality, the drivel,
and the hive mentality of
social media by choice.
If I was
playing the game, I would make up a
lame excuse like: I haven't gotten around to
blogging, friending, or tweeting
yet. And I would create the
fictional mystique of an antiquated
author who has a distrust of and a
love/hate relationship with technology that has kept
me from delving into social media.
I would further embellish
my fabrication by explaining that I still have a
land line in this day and
age and never shall get a cellphone because they are
just too complicated for me to fathom.
And I would cap the fictional
persona of incompetence with the confession that I am
surrounded by technology that I hate. I am
sick and tired of downloads
and updates, of
optimization and virus checks.
I have passwords and user names
up the whazoo. I am one
stroke away from forgetting how to configure the simple
speed dial on my telephone. In fact, I am so tired of
technology that, if I didn't rely on it for research, sales,
web site development, and writing, I would
chuck it all and go live in a cave like
Timon the hero of an obscure
Problem Play called Timon
of Athens by one William
Shakespeare. Who knew?
get real. I always have been and always shall be a
tech lad. Be that as it may, I never shall
blog, friend, or tweet.
It isn't that I can't. It is a conscious choice not to take that
mind numbing drug. No one in their
right mind or worth their
creative salt would waste their time in the
drivel and digital miasma
of social media. The
closest thing I could equate to it would be taking a dive into
a pool of liquid excrement,
as in the 2008 film
Slumdog Millionaire. And what rational person
wants to go there? Yikes.
Thompson, in a May 20, 2014
Vanity Fair interview with
Julie Miller, when asked whether she would ever join
Twitter, had a similar opinion
of social media. What she
said was this:
I'd rather have root canal treatment FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE
than join Twitter. I can't bear the thought of being connected
all the time. God knows what it's all doing to us.
And when asked whether she ever
Googled herself, she replied:
my head in the toilet and flushing it repeatedly would be a more
from Slumdog Millionaire copyright 2008, Celador Films,
Film4 Productions, Pathé, and Eros Entertainment. All
If I was
disingenuous, I would say: please take pity on me. I
am a troubled soul caught between
a rock and a hard place. If I did
blog, friend, or tweet,
I could talk about my books with a wide audience of friends.
And book sales would be up. But I don't know how. So, I am going
to rely on all of you to take up the torch on my behalf. If you
like my books, by all means, spread the word on
social media, baby.
But the reality is I don't believe
that anyone who blogs, friends,
or tweets actually reads novels.
Quite frankly, to borrow a term from the
1932 novel Brave New World,
by Aldous Huxley,
I think people who waste their time in the
blogosphere and the twitterverse
punching out their hash tags
one-liners are gamma minus
morons. At least their comments seem to suggest they
are. God knows, they cannot
write a single clear, concise, utilitarian
sentence without errors. Moreover, I question their thinking
process. And quite honestly, I question whether they can even
Years ago, when I asked my granddaughter,
who was around twelve at the
time, and was constantly texting
her friends on her cellphone, to read a small passage of text
out loud from my computer monitor, she couldn't articulate two
words. I have seen children in grade
two reading The Adventures
of Dick and Jane who had better reading skills. So,
what good would my deep dive into the
digital miasma of social media
achieve except to bore me
beyond belief, frustrate me to no end, and waste my valuable
New World (1932) by Aldous Huxley.
My definition of social media
media is a digital ocean of demented drivel that passes for thinking
amid the hive mentality of the mindless minions where the craft
of writing sentences has become a legend from a bygone era as
language devolves toward oblivion.
It is the last place
anyone with half a mind would want to be. So, my question
is: why is it out there? And why are we encouraged to participate
and what have you are all
drivel, gossip, innuendo,
and incoherent snippets of
unsubstantiated grammatically incorrect
and misspelled quasi-opinion
written by digitally addicted
gamma minus morons.
Thompson, in the aforementioned
Vanity Fair interview suggests that
social media is an experiment.
hope that everyone does realize that we are all just one giant
human experiment at the moment. We are just a great big bunch
of little gerbils on wheels.
Personally, I suspect that
social media is a means for
government mind control. The average mind is easily persuaded
to do just about anything. The mind of the average person is
not trained in logic. It is motivated by feelings and by intuition
and is susceptible to suggestion. Political parties know this.
That is why the most popular candidate wins and not the best
candidate. He wins because of good looks, the color of his tie,
the scuff of his shoes, and what he has been coached to say.
And if he is a better actor, and sweats less than his opponent,
we vote for him. We are manipulated utterly, despite being told
that we have a choice.
My worry is that the addiction
of texting, of
blogging, of being on-line
constantly, from the moment we get up to the moment we
go to sleep is setting ourselves up for suggestion. It is setting
us up for mind control. H. G. Wells
speaks about insidious mind
control in his 1895 novella
The Time Machine. Whereas, air raid sirens once
called civilians to underground shelters to survive the aerial
bombing of London in
World War II and III,
in the far future air raid sirens call the beautiful but
mind controlled Eloi underground to be devoured by the
carnivorous and hideous Morlocks.
But in our future, the
social media suggestion might be as simple as the statement:
"Time to die." It
may very well be the government's answer to overcrowding. It
would be a human cull on an
unprecedented scale. A simple suggestion would be transmitted
to bloggers worldwide. And
billions of the faithful would
perish by their own hand on the same day.
Thompson says something similar.
about 25 years, maybe, a sudden generation will just drop dead.
Everyone will just die on the same day. We will wonder why an
entire generation chucks itself off a cliff like a bunch of lemmings.
What do these people have in common? They were connected every
Perhaps all the government need
do to initiate the human cull
would be to shut down the cellular
communication system worldwide
and/or to shut down the internet for a time. The
withdrawal would be unbearable for
internet addicts and they would
commit suicide en masse.
1859, a coronal mass ejection
hit Earth's magnetosphere
and burned out telegraph systems
all over Europe and
North America. It was called
the Carrington Event. Today,
if a Carrington-like solar megaflare
recurred, and there is a one
in eight chance of it happening in our lifetime, the
fry all of our electronics worldwide. And because we
are so reliant on our electronics, it would
take us down as a technological civilization for
years, decades, and perhaps
centuries. It would literally plunge us into a
New Dark Age without electricity, gas, or water. And
the same human response among the
internet addicted would ensue. At least they would depart
before the grocery stores were depleted and the cannibalism began.
But that is food for thought.
Coronal Mass Ejection or CME is depicted heading towards Earth
in this artwork courtesy of universetoday.com.
My last point is this: one of
the greatest delusions among
people who occupy the blogosphere
is that they have the right to speak their minds. No,
Virginia, you are mistaken.
You have no rights. You only have privileges,
baby. And as easily as privileges are granted to you,
they can be denied. All it takes is the
stroke of a pen. So, tread
softly and speak quietly while you are allowed the privilege
to express your pathetic, so-called,
opinions. Be respectful of the privilege you have been
My advice is stop letting the
blogosphere control your life.
It isn't real. Stop letting others think for you. Break away
from group think, from the
hive mind of the
blogosphere, and think for yourself. And don't do everything
you think. Some thoughts are crazy. Just because you think them
doesn't mean you have to do them. Calm down. Eat some fruit.
Read a book. Go for a walk. Listen to the birds. Plant a garden.
Actually talk with real people face to face. Do you ever really
know who you are communicating with
If you have not yet taken the
plunge into social media,
don't. Save yourself. If you have not yet been trapped by it,
but have suffered its debilitating
intoxication, detox now: unplug
before you harm yourself beyond recovery. But
alas, for most users who have plunged into the depths
of the digital miasma, I suspect
that it is already too late. Like a lobster who has found the
bait set out for you and has been intoxicated by it, you cannot
discern your way out of the trap. Perhaps, if you are truly that
far gone, you don't even realize you are trapped. In that case,
you are doomed. Je suis désolé.
Only time will reveal the full
damage of this insidious social media