On the origin(s) of sullied fan blades

Totally enjoyed The Stoic's thorough exploration of the internet finding its way into a hellish hand-basket.

Of course, I just so happen to have an opinion on root causes.

To me it's pretty simple: “shit” is what tends to happen whenever the majority in a human herd context consists of lesser (if at all) intelligent and/or creative beings.

(My tendency is to want to call them “imbeciles”. But that's just the stuck-up ego prick within speaking.)

I think what it really is is that egos of varying textural skills experience considerable frustration attempting to interact/play with those of textural skills not sufficiently similar to their own, complicated by the fact that all are using the same textural symbols, but (of course) associated with private, subjective meanings. And since those interacting are essentially loci of self-centered-ness (ego), of course there's going to be a problem (and not restricted to the city limits of Houston, I might add..).

I think the unfolding of that in/on the internet was increasingly enabled by software developer types progressively lowering the bar of access to hoards of the lesser textually (not to mention otherwise) skilled, thus increasing the chances of shit “happening”, “hitting fan blades”, and so on.

Something similar happens “in real life”: I think we call it “war”.

So it's really nothing new.

Now, I'd rather that people of all internet-game skill levels could play happily together. But that would require having first addressed the main underlying bug in personal systems, namely ego “taking things personally” – and, therein, getting caught up in varieties of blinding inner re-presentation (of reality) loops.

But there's a vicious cycle to be broken in that, namely that ego is firmly convinced it's “right”, that only other egos “have a problem” (to be fixed), and thus remain unmotivated to seek help – help that, in fact, would have ego pulling its own carpet out from under its “self”.

If you know what I mean.