You know, for a someone who blocked me he sure does want to talk about me a lot. Not even sure what the point was, I mean he's trying to convince... someone that I'm a petty rage-filled coward, but that's the thing because anyone reading that is either already convinced of that without having to even meet me, or not dumb enough to fall for it, I imagine. Ah well, nice of him to put forth an effort.
And I mean I'd follow up on earlier and ask if the whole purpose is a boycott so "everyone is happy" then why on earth they're all so angry, but that just piles onto questions of, if this is just about Journalism then why Anita keeps coming up, if this isn't promoting misogyny why does Aurini keep popping up, if this isn't about petty attacks then why are they so fixated on particular individuals losing their jobs, if they just want a debate why they refuse to leave their own echo chamber, if this is about people coming together for common purpose then why would they attack Boogie as a shill for trying to get people to agree on goals, and so on.
It's just exhausting to keep up with the cognitive dissonance of it all, the refusal to gain the merest bit of perspective or self-awareness. I just read someone in the megathread say, in what I have to assume is all seriousness as it's being re-quoted a few times: "Our culture was born of battle. But our true strength lay in unity." I... like genuinely, what is there left to mock? How do you parody this? They see themselves as mythic warriors, as superheroes, information operatives and splinter cells fighting against the essence of corruption and evil and entrenched institutions and shitlords and... I mean what's the point of arguing?
I'm not going to end this by saying I'm done for good, I know myself too well, I'm addicted to this bullshit, and I've tried saying that a few times since all this began, and something's always going to pull me back in. For example I imagine Camel is already in the middle of responding to a post I made two days ago and is about to hit post, expecting me to remember where my mind was at at the time, and then I'll likely try to explain I have no idea what he's talking about, and so it goes. So yeah, until I work up the sense to actually block myself from accessing the forums, I'm likely stuck with the depressing reality of re-living the same non-arguments day after day until, inevitably, it all just dies out. Le sigh...