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and now, a longer and more thoughtful post

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and now, a longer and more thoughtful post

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So I've been listening a lot to Patrick Wolf's newest album and there's one tune on it that just seems to have snagged on my brainmeats- something that just keeps rolling around back there.


Awake, yon minister
There is a message to be delivered
Awake young passenger
Awake your country

You're going to need to find some strength now
To wake up!

In this war without an end
What peace do you defend?
In this war without an end
What peace do you depend on?

I dare you:
Log off
Sign out
Delete your friends
Start to count
Your

Count of casual
Count of casualty
Count of casual
Count of casualty

Wake up!

Start!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Ten thousand human lives

So what this song seems to be about, to me, is: 'isn't it really time you started to re-examine how you're dealing with people', perhaps especially in the realm of computerized communication. I especially like the lines 'in this war without an end/ what peace do you defend?': there seem to be so many (and yes, I'll include myself, here) who turn online interaction into an unending chain of confrontation and argument about the same issues, over and over and over again. Some of you may have seen me do this- some of you may know people who do this. Hopefully I've been doing less of it over the last couple of years- I've certainly been trying to.

So, folks: isn't it time to find the strength to wake up and get our heads out of our asses? Time to stop fighting an endless and pointless war of attrition? I can't see it as better to keep lopping off heads until we've cut off so many people that we're infallibly right- and utterly alone?

Perhaps some of you reading this will think I'm talking about you- naw, almost anyone who I am specifically talking about has already decided I was the Next Appropriate Target of Wrath and gone off to an extent that I finally told them to get the fuck out and stop wasting my valuable webcomic-reading time. This isn't me subtly commenting on anybody who's on my friendslist: the only person I'm specifically thinking of who might be reading this? Is myself.

So: your thoughts? Commentary? Jello?
  • FINE BE THAT WAY SEE IF I CARE

    There was a Malk in the local LARP, long long ago, who murdered someone else's ghoul by smothering him to death with said dessert and then carving into his chest "THERE'S ALWAYS ROOM FOR JELL-O".
    I found this magnificently horrid.
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