Nemesis is Having an Orgy

John and Jane Q. American.

Each day, they go to work. They likely hate their jobs, because the American workplace has become an HR-Hell full of make-work rules and silly, schoolmarm regulations. We’re all supposed to behave, keep our heads down, and produce. Even if what’s coming off the production line is disposable and useless, the point is to be busy. It’s a special kind of purgatory reserved for those with the lack of vision to build it in the first place.

Neither John nor Jane wishes to have added to this purgatory the burden of being forced to think about race and ethnicity. What they want to do is just be able to work with those around them enough to be able to get through the onslaught of millions of paper cuts they will all endure every day. The American workplace is an equal-opportunity type purgatory: it hates everyone with equal fierceness.

This slight escape from the drudgery is no longer allowed, thanks to the Beast that Man Built, and that is his own Nemesis: Media.

 

The Monster that Never Sleeps, Never Rests, Never, Ever Shuts the Hell Up

In order to convince himself that the Industrial, then Information Ages were not, in fact, a step-down from his better self, Humanity began to entertain himself. After all, man in the Western World had become comfortable, and comfort breeds boredom. And boredom always breeds bad things for man. So we created a monster to entertain us.

The monster grew with time, eventually ingratiating itself into every single aspect of humanity’s life, to the point now that humanity’s youngest can often not go to bed unless in hand is their small, black mirror; their smartphone.

The monster, as it always will, has turned on its master.

 

The Race War

Charles Manson wanted a race war. It seems our Media Monster, the Nemesis beget by our Hubris, wishes for the same. John and Jane Q. American now, every week—sometimes every damned day—have to bear witness to horrendous race-related crimes in its Western World. This is not enough, of course, for the Media Monster. It must be twisted, doctored, touched-up, and delivered with the proper narrative. The Monster hates us, mind you, thus it does not wish that we ever see things as they are; the narrative itself must also be diverse: it must set all full of equal outrage.

The stories it delivers with the crafted narrative do their part. We underestimate Nemesis (as we always will) at our peril; for it now knows us better than we know ourselves. How could it not? The Twenty-First Century is a digital archive of our habits, thoughts, ideals, and beliefs. We feed the Monster with all it never need know about us every day. Through our social media willingly, through our black mirror devices with or without permission.

The Media Monster despises John and Jane Q. American. It is obvious and honest about this disdain. We dutifully ignore the declarations, because we can’t admit our monster hates us. We created it after all, did we not? Our lack of wisdom concerning our own history is borne out in our misunderstanding.

Far more effective than this, however, and the real reason we ignore the hatred is because our Monster entertains us. At all times, it dances and sings for us, as it tears away at us.

It has looked for myriad ways in which to stir us. And the ways in which it does so work for a time. But we adjust. We batten down the hatches and push on, because we, for the most part, simply want to have some peace. Now, it has once again arrived at the old stand by, the Manson wish of a race war. And there are times it looks Nemesis might succeed this time. We, in our Hubris, believe that we are better than our ancestors. That we are ‘enlightened.’ But the fact remains (and it is so painfully obvious that simple anecdotal evidence will suffice, we need not study after study) that humans have longstanding and deep cultural differences—differences that cannot now nor will ever be dissolved so long as humanity remains completely human—and that those differences, most especially when we are prosperous and comfortable, are terribly easily exploited.

Sentience Not Required

Our Media Monster, our Nemesis, need not ever attain sentience to destroy us. That is because it is our golem; an entity created from the worst of our filth, given life by our electricity and our disdain for the way of life that we created for ourselves.

We direct where the monster goes, whom it destroys. Our own outrage and self-delusions feed it, give it purpose, and tell it where and when to strike. And with each trap, we fall in, as though we’d never seen a trap before in our long history.

We tell ourselves that our world wherein we hide from consequences is how we wish to live; that we deserve comfort, prosperity, to never be told what to do, how to do it, to forever have ‘free speech’ (something we now understand not at all), and to not be held down by the burden of sensible morality. We killed God, and figure that, without Him, we ought to be able to do whatever we want, and so convince ourselves the purgatory we built isn’t a prelude to Hell as it is but, rather, a vast paradise we built from our ability to turn reality into what we thought we wanted.

It’s hilarious. There is no other way to see it a times.

 

PUT IT RIGHT OVER THERE, ACROSS THE RUBICON

Mankind seeks to destroy that which he hates. It is encoded down into his DNA. And though we are loath to admit it, to even conjure it as a thought, we created our Media Monster to destroy what we built, because what we built we know is not-so-slowly eroding what we once understood to be our very soul.

Our Hubris once again defined our Nemesis. We once again went along with the plan because it is how humanity works, and it will always be a cycle that repeats itself. Different variables, same result every time: we destroy what we built.

So we built this golem that hates us, John and Jane Q. American. We listen to it. We obey it. When it tells us to drown in outrage, we simply do it. It drops a bit of bait into our lap and we take it, hook, line, and sinker. This Media Monster traps us, tortures us while it entertains us, and rather than destroying our Destroyer, we turn on one another because this is also something that humanity will always do. But we’ve convinced ourselves we’re above what we once were; that our sensitivity to things, our information highway, our understanding of what we label as ‘science’, have elevated and evolved us, so that we should just be able to ‘get past’ what we were, and should be able to just simply ignore any differences.

If only. But like the Devil in our ear, our Nemesis, the Media Monster, whispers in our ear, “Yes, you should be able to do better, just keep telling yourselves that,” as it makes us tear at each other like the animals we programmed it to believe that we are.

Evolved animals, at that.

The joke forever will be on us until we start seeing who the actual enemy is. Nemesis is having an orgy at our expense. We’re too busy drowning in outrage and Hubris to see the act, so we’re simply following the script to the letter.

 

 

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