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I notice that life on the intertubes becomes ever more like life with the boob tube... only a little more accurate... a little more nuanced... which... isn't saying much. It's demoralizing as fuck... corporate offices built to most resemble sandboxes... women dressing their kids as TV show characters or Oscar nominees... the "art"?
Maybe it's just the latest Greenwald piece dragging me down, but this stuff dogs me, impedes my enlightening being. You don't get there if your most basic intention is not to benefit all sentient beings, and I wonder sometimes if that existential motive is not being challenged successfully by perverts, okay?
