I think this particular question is quintessentially NOMF™. The fact is we're not really going anywhere. It's all an illusion. The great thing about the theory of relatively is it freed free-thinkers from the horse exhaust of polite conversation and social interaction. Nothing matters to us because matter is simply an uninteresting form of energy, and the exploitation of energy leads to the profitable conversion of matter.
The fact that asocial people like me — who are decidedly anti-procreation and pro annihilation — can be among the nicest virtual people you'd ever want to meet in the world of social media says less about us than the trickle-down theory that gave us the money and leisure to be real pains in the asses of ordinary Joes and Sarahs who just want to run the world the way God says.
The great thing about social media is it makes everything equally unimportant. There are no experts in the virtual world. There are still bullies, of course, and wimps. There are students and teachers, but experts? Really?
To me that's necessarily a bad thing. I've met many experts during my ludicrous lifetime, and the most valuable were the least obvious. Experts are rarely professionals. Anybody can be a professional.
The current phase of poopadoodle in the NOMF reminds me how social media is simply another marketing ploy designed to make idiots buy worthless shit that will eventually kill them and make way for a new generation of idiots who must be taught to yearn for even more toxic pastimes until we finally reach the place we could be today, if we simply used the bomb.
Is there really anything new about the suicidal health opponents trying to ensure that you will be stupider than they are? Has everybody's short term memory gotten to the point that no one remember flash mobs?
These assholes at town meetings are proof that brain-eating zombies are learning! They are getting paid to keep you from showing up to demand care to keep you alive, and they have nothing to lose. They are fucking zombies, for God's sake. All they want is to eat your brains. Go ahead. Let them. You know you want to, you dumb fucks.
No picture today. I have more chores than usual, now that the delivery system for the ultimate solution is finally coming together, but close your eyes and imagine that some health care protester who is either dying of prostate or breast cancer or TDA (terminal dumb ass, in case you haven't heard of it) is shouting in a town hall meeting somewhere in the NOMF to make a point in a pointless universe.
There is a cartoon balloon of speech issuing from the lips of his or her constitutionally protected horse exhaust and in it are these words: "God is not a Socialist!"
In the background, you can see hundreds of other zombies, each with a little balloon that says:"I need brains!"
Thank God for that!