As my adventures in dropping video content into an internet sewer continue, searching out topics capable of generating stickiness with an audience is a challenge. Recently considering "Dead Internet Theory" in one video, I got to explore some of the mechanisms challenging human activity on the internet.
After flitting through Uruguay related topics and trying out some internet weird, covering the ways the internet has rotted and been replaced by cattle herding mechanisms may be the useful line of inquiry. Useful in the sense that it's a topic I can keep pumping out content that may lure in an audience that continues viewing for that toilet tainted ad money.
Following the events of the past year and a half, the mass discontent is out there. Plenty of reclined bipeds doomscrolling in their bubbles waiting for things to happen. I ain't got, at this time, any thing to happen for them. But I suspect there's enough interest in the whys of the rot to work my way into becoming a regular feature of the doomscrolling. It's only been 20 years since all the television news networks launched that bottom of the screen doom scroll of their own. Since that morning during the European history exam where we were pulled into the classroom next door to watch the towers get fucked by airplanes in the biggest premier of any porno in history, the US has played everything wrong. And people still wonder why I don't intend to go back?
I'm spending this 9/11 with a wonderful companion that adores me. She was alive at the time, but doesn't remember where she was (probably shitting her pants was the guess).
There's been no new cult to find. Nothing out there worth evangelizing. Might as well tell people "Y'all aren't an incels, your're getting fucked plenty. You just don't like it." Elon Musk moves from California to Texas just in time for Texas to start shitting the bed too. Tijuana was closer bitch.
I made it out of a failing empire, to a smaller more orderly outpost of civilization, but the humanity supporting civilization all around has fallen into rot. There weren't men with which to build a lasting Republic, and I'm still bitter about only discovering stimulant medication now. All I see to do is start feeding the doomscroll the story of the rotting as I lived it. Happy 9/11 everyone.