The challenge here is in what way we return to some semblance of reality. How much responsibility are we willing to take for the fecal matter we sling on line without regard to the very real damage we do? Let’s say we take our our righteous rage about not getting a blow job from the girlfriend last night on someone whose mother just got diagnosed with Stage Four breast cancer. Well goody. Because of course we don’t know and we don’t care, but the injuries we inflict due to our own selfishness and immaturity aren’t our problem. In this way we can’t know. But what about among those we do know? When we fire off hate darts and viciousness to people we really do know? People who might really care about us? That damage is permanent. But of course, since we didn’t see their faces as our darts hit their hearts, what do we care? That’s their problem. It seems incomprehensible to so many that the impact of their words is huge. Rips people apart. Some end up committing suicide. Hell, not your problem. Like the drone pilot, there are no repercussions. Collateral damage. Too bad, so sad.

As a species for whom words are a fundamental part of our collective humanity, one of the most dangerous aspects of the Internet is that how we wield them with relative impunity, to do harm because God didn’t wake up this morning and commit His August Self to making us happy, we rip the shit out of the fabric of society.

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