I’m sure you’ve been lurking my site just waiting for the next post. I see you there in the dark corner. Your hoody cinched tight around your head. Trying not to be seen, but unable to hide those expectant eyes.
Who am I kidding? According to the pundits, the internet is a zombie, shambling across a wasteland made by the bots talking to one another. Apparently, there are bots generating posts that other bots are reposting on the socials. I think I’ll pull a Walking Dead and grease myself up in corpse guts and shamble along with the bots. Beep-boop. Beep-beep.
Here, here to the creators still maintaining their own safe havens on the Internet. That’s right, I spelled Internet with a capital ‘I’. I was there when it was just standing up-right and making its way from ARPANet to WWW. I remember the weird Internet where sites like Zombo.com flourished like herds of bison on the American Plains.
In this time of world political upheaval where the hateful is celebrated and oligarchs want freedom of speech only for themselves, it is more important than ever to plant your flag on your tiny island. Let your freak flag fly and declare your weirdness with pride and a smile, dressed in your favorite flower-print budgie smugglers.
I intend to misbehave. I will strap my posts to the backs of those social bots. Let them carry my words into their enclaves. Then with a quick click… BOOOM!!! goes the odd thoughts that will warp young minds.
All hail the last drink of Socrates.
