There was a time when I used to think that my blogging about something made some sort of a positive difference – and maybe in some ways on some occasions this actually happened – but not often enough – the corporate psychopathy I tend to obsess about remains as vicious as ever – but imagine I complained about the rain, I wouldn’t presume it to suddenly go away – perhaps readers would have found a new respect for it – and so it goes with all my historic bugbears – I rail against them but all I’m really doing is showing them my respect – I couldn’t directly do what they do – but we live in their world – and the choices we are supposed to have in life are increasingly mediated by the very people and entities they have created or taken over, repurposed, and operationalised for their private gain.
Yes we become complicit – & some of us choose to acknowledge & rebel while others merely acquiesce. This isn’t necessarily a question of ethics – how much contradiction can you live with – when moral assymmetries take on an aesthetic synaesthetic component?
Why should you yield to the crowd and what it has become mediocratised into becoming?
