Surviving in the Age of Anti-Reality & the Rights of Internet Truthers
Monday, April 20th, 2020
In some ways I’m an easy going guy in my middle age. The angry youth evolved into a very well educated version of the earlier self that I bet not a single soul from my distant past would recognise. I have a couple of University degrees, industry IT qualifications, and I’m reasonably well (and broadly) read. But I miss ignorance; if only because traversing through this modern information landscape is a loathsome chore. Better to be ignorant and ‘one of them’, than knowledgable.
To understand me you only really need to know the things that are core to my nature. Science. Language. Reason.
Being wrong is better than believing you are right. Being right is better than being wrong, of course. Not knowing the difference between where right and wrong are (the black box) makes me cringe inside, begging answers. And, if I say something that happens to be wrong, show me. It’s a due courtesy that facts should pass between human beings, rather than misinformation.
Misinformation is a pollution of our species. Why ever did we educate the masses only to reach this apex of ignorance and superstition?
Which begs the question: In this age of information highways and cloud based academia, how do so many people not get the facts correct? Or even know how to test the difference between truth and fiction?
