It’s no secret that I’m essentially apolitical, or maybe it is a secret. Is a secret a secret if the reason for the secrecy isn’t intentional obfuscation, but an overall lack of interest from anyone who would otherwise know my secret? I don’t know. The point is, I just don’t care about politics.
Without too much detail or digression, I’ve recently stepped into the world of liberal politics. It reminds me of my youth and walking dairy farms with my dad – the memory trigger being other unpleasant things I’ve stepped in.
It’s interesting. Sitting there among boomer liberals. Not caring. And it leads me to think about the many dialects that we speak that aren’t defined as such.
Political discourse is a dialect. One has to understand the language of percentages, property taxes and possess a certain patience for the tireless rhetoric that gets pooped from the mouths of the ruling class of babies. I just don’t understand it and have no patience to learn it I suppose.
As a webhead, (no, I’m not Spiderman), I’m all too familiar with translating the language of “teh intertubes” into things regular schmucks can understand. Acronyms like HTML, PHP, and WWW that have no context outside of their importance to the internet might as well be Cyrillic. I feel empathy for the noobs when they feel overwhelmed and stupid.
“You’re not stupid,” I say “learning the internet is like learning another language. You could no more learn the internet in two days than you could learn Russian in two days.”
It’s not entirely true of course. The internet isn’t that hard to learn because the builders and developers have dumbed it down enough that anyone can find what they need, but people are inherently lazy and don’t like looking for stuff. And the language, well, it’s still English (or Russian, or Mandarin, or French, or Plautdietsch), but it’s a lot of work to type queries (those are questions, in the context of search) into a search engine (like Google) and crawl through the seemingly endless (ok, two) results to find an answer.
So I can hardly be blamed if my dealings with non-web people leave me feeling a little caustic. I can’t be accountable for the volumes of vitrious bile spewing forth, page after page, venting my frustrations about the lack of effort to understand, well, anything really.
Segue to CBC radio. Interview with the family member of a schizophrenic man convicted of murder. Man (brother or father, I don’t remember and it’s not relevant) says:
There’s just not much awareness. Not a lot of information is available. It’s not like mental health is part of our educative upbringing, and until it is – people will remain in the dark with a lack of understanding.
It’s at this point that I’m certain the world deserves my venom and vitriol. The fact that this moron is standing there, in 2011, suggesting that “There’s a lack of awareness because we’re not taught about it.” is proof that we’re ready for the big meteor.
Want to know more about mental health? Ask a GD question. Pick up the phone and call someone. Better yet, type “I want to learn about mental health” into a search engine.
The gist is this. Look it up, you lazy assholes. It’s what I do, every day. My head is no library of Alexandria (she’s very smart and has a good memory), I type things into Google and it tells me the fucking answer.
Guess what, BBs? Your lore and wisdom carries no value to me, and you can’t wow me with stories of days gone by. Everybody except the boomers hates the boomers or at least carries a soft grudge towards what you’ve done to the rest of us. You’re disconnected and out of place in this reality, but you don’t seem to realize it. Call this your five-minute-warning to catch up or forever be forgotten as little more than a ruinous blight, an aging swarm of locusts devouring all the generations that follow you.
Right now, the silver lining to your silver haired hegemony is that you’re all going to die soon. It doesn’t have to be that way, but it is. I’m done being libelous.