What Will You Do Without Freedom?

Speak now, or you may forever have to keep it to yourself.

Bloggers used to be the armchair quarterbacks of the internet—backseat drivers, if you prefer. They scribble their whimsy in the wake of current events with snap-trap ledes and click-bait headlines, or maybe that’s professional journalists, and I’ve mixed them up.

It's an understandable error. The line between the two is gray (or is it thin?) as everyone frantically marks digital territory like a labrador at the dog park—the information pissing contest for dominance over a sliver of our ever-shortening attention spans.

Cosmo is in the backyard, on the lookout for those treacherous squirrels.

It is a race to grab eyeballs (not literally)- to tap into the rhetorical vein of viewers as numerous as there are stories (in The Naked City). All you have to do is deliver something people can’t read everywhere else—a story no one else has told (yet) or a take that makes your voice rise above the din. If you do a good job, others will pick it up and carry it all over the world for you.

Lines (gray or thin) that have cross and crossed purposes. “Bloggers” are now more likely to scrabble for the truth as journalists and mainstream reporters join forces with establishment interests in commerce and government in search of a cure for an information pandemic that has become more of a threat than any actual virus.

At least that’s what the Corporatist globalist, elite, uniparty, WHOville Schwab-Zombies seem to think.