Musings of pragmatism at the expense of love: Netflix vs Porn

My political blogging brings very engaged traffic to my website, far more than anything else on the website. It also gets a lot of feedback, far more positive than the negative. Though generally not nearly as articulate, the negative feedback has been just about as impassioned as the positive.

The positive feedback I see on social media, as people share my articles and argue on their behalf. The negative feedback comes directly to my door. You can see it as the negative comments on my recent political posts outnumber the positive 4 to 1 (hint: give me more positive comments on this website not just on social!)

It is hard to take any of it literally, positive or negative.

The same reason fake news is a thing is the same reason my blog stands a chance at success. People like to hear what they want to hear. Especially if you help them hear clearer than before, or get them to listen to something they didn’t know they wanted to hear at all.

I am of the conviction that humanities collective brainwaves are getting noisier all the same, and it’s a good thing, generally speaking. Fake news, polarization and isolation are but temporary symptoms beckoning great depth in meaning and love for life across the board. What people want more than things that reaffirm themselves, is to embrace soul and taste articulated love.

This is the rise of independent journalism and collective consciousness. The democratization of the pen and the public’s ear. The empowerment of the individual and the collective mind. What we have here is a massive increase in conscious community passion for living.

The internet has always been for porn right?

Well wasn’t 4chans anonymous group into perverted stunts?

Now they are known as a major political peace activists in a major cyberwarzone.

This stuff all evolves, and out of a place of love! We have upgraded as a society from using most of our bandwith on porn to something much more healthy; netflix and chill! We are connecting with each other and seeking out stories of what it means to be a human like never before.

Love of life is worth dying over, but love of living is worth surviving. Human religion is themed on a quest for meaning and truth. I think love and death are the ultimate truths. Love for living makes fighting death worth all of our life, and to fight death we must be pragmatic. There is no room for compromising love of living, because to compromise on love of living, you might as well die.

Societies distortion of our egos quest for meaning and truth confuses a love for living with a possessive love of life, confuses our pragmatic efforts for loving living with a pragmatism for maintaining life, even if it’s not really living. A distorted love of life, instead of a love for living, leads us to believe that in the name of pragmatism, we must die for love. It would have us masturbate alone on the computer, or have sex with partners, only if it maintains our productivity when working towards the greater good. Hard work all in the name of love, right?

Netflix and chill is a great step forward, but I am asking where are our mushroom orgies with our local communities on the new and full moon, at? Where are our opportunity for orgy and to write and consume our own stories? I don’t want that hippy dippy gentrification filled fake festival bullshit. I want something grown from the roots. Clean and safe with no compromises, just utter pragmatism towards making life freaking awesome.

Every time somebody dies in the self righteous name of love, society sort of benefits, maybe. Some square assholes get exposed to love, and become a bit cooler I am sure. There are ripple effects throughout society, and maybe that sacrificial lover is lucky and savvy enough to put some of that ideology into stone and make a seriously badass religion out of it. To have their passion celebrated for what it really was.

Ultimately however, society loses, and this is really just an occasion for mourning. We must be grateful for the networks to share the tears and stories. The martyr may be making waves, but they are waves from stirring the jug of koolaid, keeping fresh a fleeting nutrition for lost souls to consume in a crazed dance of ruining everyone else’s lives.

When a lover dies, society loses a warrior of soul, a warrior for a life worth living. Communities, families, and friends lose a source of light in a dark world. Grave yards are filled with people who thought they were indispensable. To die in the name of love is to die for a cheap ego high; only to find true love as your life flashes before your eyes in an everlasting light that prepares you for the impending never ending darkness.

A true survivor lives for love, and dies for nothing.

Jacob Bloom

Jacob Bloom

Editor, Artist, and Writer at Green Ops
jacob@greenops.info
Jacob Bloom

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  1. NIKHILANANDA /

    aloha jacob from the north shore of maui….

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