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Monday, January 14, 2008

A newspaper creed:

"An institution that should always fight for progress and reform, never tolerate injustice or corruption, always fight demagogues of all parties, never belong to any party, always oppose privileged classes and public plunderers, never lack sympathy with the poor, always remain devoted to the public welfare, never be satisfied with merely printing news, always be drastically independent, never be afraid to attack wrong, whether by predatory plutocracy or predatory poverty."

-- The New York World, 1883

If the world were a MySpace chatroom, monkeys could run it

By Whitni Webb

December 5, 2007 | I used to naively believe that humanity was good and decent and more intelligent than the world gives credit.

Then I went into a MySpace chatroom. If you ever want hope for the future; do not go in there. Within five minutes of watching in this sad little cyber room a debate about how the Illuminati's hold on America's politics are the cause of the Iraq war broke out; three men came in wanting to hook up (with two women actually chatting back); I was told I was hot four times, fugly once; and everyone else not mentioned was calling someone else a bastard, a racist, a slut or a sexist.

It's like a miniature civilization; much like the world is a village model everyone learns in their social studies classes. You know the one, there are a hundred people that represent the entire world and out of it 20 are undernourished, one is dying of starvation, 15 are overweight, 20 don't have safe water to drink, one has a university degree, and seven have computers, etc.

Unfortunately in my model 100 have computers, 50 can only think and talk about sex, 20 are cyber bullies, five are into role playing games, 15 are illiterate, eight are conspiracy theorists, and about two are having a normal conversation. All of them are wasting their lives away in front of a computer screen.

Far be it for me to be a hypocrite, I'll gladly admit you can find me in the MySpace chats every once in a while. I'll be the one pretending to be God and telling all the horny men that every time they masturbate God kills a kitten. And then posts lolcats everywhere. Sure, it's obnoxious, slightly vulgar and incredibly judgmental, but I suppose sometimes it's kind of nice to go somewhere you can be a complete freak, jerk, or slut and then leave the room and head out into the real world where there is a completely different conception about you. Of course, some of these morons have to be morons in the real world as well.

I suppose the best advice I can offer for anyone who wants to explore a chatroom is that you'll find a lot of stupid people, and as with talking to monkeys or babies, you'll quickly find yourself lowering to their level. If your IQ is simply just too high and you don't know what to do, hitting up a chatroom would be an easy solution. Before I went in there I could have been a nuclear physicist, and now I post lolcats online to irritate people.

I fear this world will never be the same.

NW
RB

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