or; little brother, coming back for your souls.
People always worry about Big Brother. They have that image fixed in their minds - the thick, dark mustache, the heavy brow, and the growling visage, overlooking everything. But I'm more and more convinced that a "Big Brother"-style government is a concept that will never have credence in the US, simply because we've been weaned on the idea that a government like that is bad. (Never mind the long conversation we could have about how Huxley's dystopic vision is the frightening future of the US, and we're content to do nothing to stop it.)
But I've come to believe that it's not Big Brother who's the new oppressor - it's Little Brother. It's the viral media, it's the bloggers, it's the world of 24-hour news exposure. It's the fact that no one can say anything in confidence; the fact that there are no closed doors; the sad fact that there is no way to keep skeletons in the closet. And it's not the MSM's fault (even though so many of the blogosphere [I can't believe I just said that word] are content to blame the majority of our current difficulties on them). It's YOUR fault, people.
You wanted this. You demanded that the news come to you in pretty little packages on your damned RSS feeds. You declared your independence from the MSM, while simply becoming a (pointless) part of it yourselves. You uploaded every stupid thing you've ever seen on YouTube so that the world can see it, and ruined your neighbor's reputation in the process.
Rather than helping rein in the terror that is the modern media, you made yourselves willing participants. And then you sit back, typing from your gilded keyboards, declaring your moral superiority from the medias sources that surround you. You somehow think you're different. You somehow think you're special.
You're not.
You're f*ckin' Stone Phillips with an uglier haircut. You're Anne Curry, but not as (surprisingly) hot.
You are part of the machine. Enjoy the grave you've dug yourself, blogosphere (ugh). You are Little Brother - the new bastion of control of society.
You are Barbara Walters.
Aren't you proud?
PS I hate you.