rage against the machine (29/March/18)

lately, all outrage seems to be registered at the same level irrespective of the target, a set the controls to the heart of the sun policy while we pump up the volume to 11, til all that’s left is stall, crash and burn…

… as such leaving little to nothing left over in the tank, running on empty, all raged-out, no degrees of separation through which actions, events, dislikes, concerns, fears, terrors can be compared and measured against… it shuts down argument, exhausts opinion, denies debate and views other than the dominant, however laudable, in danger of becoming as dictatorial as that at which they rail against… it makes discernment  anathema making any appropriate or effective response impossible to gauge or determine… not unlike the oppressed become the oppressors, haunted by a road of bones…

… where niggles and misdemeanours are treated with the same disdain and vitriol and tarred with the same notoriety as the genuinely heinous, abhorrent, distasteful, horrific, even criminal… disapproval becomes scattergun, being simpler than accepting at some level you may in fact be wrong, misguided or over-reacting… in other words, simple wins out over a reality of complexities regardless of whether the issue itself may be, as is often the case, more nuanced… throw enough stones at once and one is bound to make contact despite the likely consequential collateral damage that inevitably results… culpability becoming a national sport with guilt the default setting…

… all or nothing, knee-jerk, taking the tabloid way out, why think when you can be told what to think and better still, how to react… a veritable emotional cul-de-sac where a no return/ no redemption policy is enforced and imposed effectively obliterating what remains of anything resembling scales of justice, i.e. innocent until proven guilty, welcome to the vigilante culture…

… and what’s left for the genuinely shocking?… once you’re emotionally-drained by headlines and drunk on hashtags reducing perspective at best to an afterthought… no need to worry about the elephant in the room, simply get out your blunderbuss, shoot it and ask questions later…. or not……

… be careful with that opinion to be sure it falls in line, be sure to ‘like’ this as if you don’t then the converse may be presumed, that you’re not one of us, ergo, you are one of them…. what you don’t say becomes as dangerous as what you do say, silence speaking volumes while your absence will be taken down as evidence and used against you… click or be damned… in the meantime there’s no need to think, that’ll be done for you…… history has been here before, many times over in one form or another… it’s tribal, lord of the flies, the bullied becoming the bullies, with or against and the middle squeezed out of all existence… comply or be ostracised…… it’s in our best interest to show we’re as outraged as them, insert yourself quickly lest the accusers gaze should fall upon you next, after all, who wants to become the rabbit in the headlights?….

… contempt has become an absolute, strength is measured by who makes the most noise ideally with the fewest syllables (all the better to taunt from the headlines or terraces) while any doubt or question is framed as a sign of weakness, of the liberal woolly-minded… a rush to judgement is preferred before attention deficit sets in…bandwagons are all too easy to hop on but dangerous to jump off once they’ve established momentum… keep your nose clean and your head down below the parapet avoiding the pyroclastic rant of outrage so favoured by those who, for whatever questionable motives, neglect to engage their brains first…… it’s staggering how fast things now get lost in translation…

… despite there being two sides at least to every story there’s an increasing tendency for one to hurry in and drown the others at birth.

© 2018 robert greig