When will the new Moses come down the mount with the commandments of the internet? When Darron Arronofsky makes him I imagine.
On Milton Keynes Central Station platform, I sat down and had an ethical quandary. Shortly before I left my house, I saw a tweet that amused me. It was some UKIP fury about chubby free jazz misanthrope Stewart Lee’s latest television episode. Apparently, the tweeter deemed that he misrepresented UKIP and it is an outrage. There is some confusion in the UKIP wishing well of operations HQ on humour. When there was some mention of a comedian at a UKIP event being a little too scurrilous on his “some people are not from around here” jokes, Nigel Farage stated that, “hey, it’s just a laugh”.
Then, when the unkempt Hinge and Brackett of the modern age, Jonny and the Baptists, started their Stop UKIP tour, there was much umbrage and popped veins that such a thing should be acceptable in the art centres of the land. We all like a laugh, we all hate being laughed at. I love the jokes about that idiot over there, I hate it when it turns out that idiot over there is actually me.
I liked the phrasing of the Anti-Lee tweet. I am sure it has already joined Lee’s canon of bad reviews that he can feed off and paste up on walls. Though he is not on Twitter, he still likes to look through the keyhole at it, dressed in his least worst kimono.
After Retweeting the UKIP supporter’s comment, then I saw she only had 150ish followers.
The ethical quandary is, “is it fair to RT someone with few followers realising they may get some return volleys of umbrage?”
Will they enjoy the to and fro of debate and facetiousness that may arise, or will it create a fug of depression and sense of entrapment?
At what number of followers, if any, is the there enough equality, or does that not come into it. Some friends of mine have millions of followers and love stirring things up, getting a little abuse, and then hurling the abusers to their millions. The sound of splintered bones and spat flesh rises from the laptop.
is it all just a game, and if we wish to be publicly critical, do we then have to accept that our opinion may be spread beyond our followers, after all, people are hungry to be RTed, but usually when seeming to be noble and witty.
I decided to remove the RT – wrong or right?
Was this like butting into a conversation in a bar, “I am sorry, I heard what you said about the comedian and, though you do not know me, I wish to disagree.”
Is Twitter nothing more than constant butting in of conversations, but conversations you are deliberately having so loudly, you hoping to draw in your enemies or allies?
Some people feast on hatred, I believe Julie Burchill wrote about that recently. Is this a coping strategy, or do people really find being loathed arousing?
Sometimes, to be loathed can seem to justify you.
“That venal fascist despises me, and thus I will make the leap to considering that this must make me good.”
I am not confident that kindness will rule the social media, though there is much of it about, it’s an unfortunate trait that abuse can be so much stickier than caring or compliments.
As I think I have written before, much is made of the internet causing an alarming rise in verbal brutality, but when you go into a room with a few million other people, some of them will be arseholes. And cowardly arseholes will be attracted to an arena that allows anonymous abuse that can permit them the delusion that they are Samurai Warriors of shittiness. Some people guzzle imagined tears.
Ridiculously, one of the reasons I turned down Question Time in the past, beyond the main reason of my own foolishness and likelihood of talking rubbish while my inner monologue shouts, “shut up, shut up, shut up, and watch out, I think Peter Hitchens has got a blade”, is the bother of the possible twitter abuse. It is not so much the bother for me, but those I am close to who may prefer not to be swearily reminded of how useless their friend is. Then again, no one may bother, and would that be worse? (no it wouldn’t).
So, if all human nature doesn’t turn into a rainbow, perhaps it will be best to rub ourselves with salt and, thick skinned, brush off the abuse and bullshit while trying not to spurt out too much of our own.
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