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Originally Posted by Not Bob
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ETA: Whose sock was Dead Fucking Horse? We need her/him back.
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I want to turn it into the neighborhood where we discuss corporate preclusion of expression.
I occasionally look at the Mrs.'s FB page. Used to be filled with dicey jokes, party pics, etc. Over the last few years, it's turned into a sewer of bland positive platitudes (often using the word "blessed," which should be banned), ads from friends who've discovered the joy of becoming realtors, eulogies for dead pets and great grandparents, and the obligatory "thoughts and prayers" following some tragedy (or some vague request for gun control where the tragedy is a mass shooting). Oh, and "awareness" events (runs, fast walks, relays, bike rides, bus rides, marches, unexplained ribbon-wearing ceremonies, etc.).
This is all, of course, because everybody's afraid of being flagged as offensive... The nagging fear that somewhere, some HR Gestapo is taking a screen shot of you in a bikini, holding a mojito, and slotting it as strike one in a "poor judgment" file. So the default offerings are... dreck. What you'd hear at a corporate retreat.
How fucking boring. How anathema to the freedom the internet was supposed to provide. All created by our corporate state.
Maybe a little of this socialism thing makes sense...
We certainly aren't really free in this faux capitalism of the moment:
"Socialism means different things to different people. For some, it conjures the Soviet Union and the gulag; for others, Scandinavia and guaranteed income. But neither is the true vision of socialism. What the socialist seeks is freedom.
Under capitalism, we’re forced to enter the market just to live. The libertarian sees the market as synonymous with freedom. But socialists hear “the market” and think of the anxious parent, desperate not to offend the insurance representative on the phone, lest he decree that the policy she paid for doesn’t cover her child’s appendectomy. Under capitalism, we’re forced to submit to the boss. Terrified of getting on his bad side, we bow and scrape, flatter and flirt, or worse — just to get that raise or make sure we don’t get fired."