The World is Jacked

Seriously jacked.

I say this as a person who isn't particularly knowledgeable about much of anything. I have spent most of my life chasing the shiny things that interest me, and ignoring the dull things that don't -- which is how I managed to spend almost ten years as an undergraduate, and also goes a distance towards explaining why I have yet to accomplish anything of significance. So, I'm a crow. Give us the shiny.

Still, the world is jacked -- and if I can see this, I feel certain that just about everyone else can.

But, in reading around around the intertubes, what really amazes me is not so much that everyone seems to realize how jacked the world is -- no. What amazes me is that everyone seems to have very strong and fully formed opinions concerning exactly what should be done to fix it. It seems to me that, here on the interwebs, there are millions of pretend philosoper-kings, spouting sermons from imaginary mountaintops, exhorting each other to bask in the light of their wisdom, and clubbing each other with verbal rubber chickens when they inevitably disagree. This, to me, is not shiny. I'm just smart enough to know that nobody is that smart.

Then again, maybe I just read too many political blogs.

My take on this may be overly pessimistic. The fact that we all agree that the world is jacked is probably pretty significant, as a starting place. And maybe the interwhoozle will really be able to help us put our heads together and figure some stuff out, one of these days. And by 'figure some stuff out' I mean something other than how to create a perfect delivery system for porn, or how to make it really easy to shop for anything and everything you never knew you needed or wanted until you saw it on ebay. That part, at least, seems pretty firmly nailed down.

I'm ashamed to admit that I find it sad to see this great communication tool we've got turned into just another facilitator for folks of similar persuasions to form gangs and sit around talking smack about rival gangs. Which, maybe, is another way to say that, even with laptops and wifi and instantaneous global communication and an entire world of ideas at our fingertips, we're still basically baboons, when push comes to shove. Or howler monkeys. With thumbs.

Thumbs that we use most often to smack the space bar, and to pick our noses.

But I digress, and frankly, bore myself. I guess I'll go over to fark.com and check out the Caturday thread. It might be shiny.