I seldom watch horror movies, refusing to revisit living-color, vivid, life altering nightmares. Believing the monster on the railroad track still exists, aging ugly, scarier than ever, drinking ditch water, waiting for me, to get me. No, no, no, I will leave the medium to others. When I grew old enough to protest, I refused to pay people to scare me, refusing to enter the ridiculously long lines to ride the wildest, scariest, tallest roller coaster in the free world. Stepping out of line, letting others walk around, never having to reassure myself the decision not to ride was the right one.
“No, no, ma’am you can have my spot. Please.”
Letting Stephen King scare Stephen King, and his demented followers; knowing my limitations, putting his books down, stopping on page one, paragraph one; cursing him, and the three-eyed monsters appearing early, on page two. Attempting to sleep, revisiting what I saw, what I read, hearing clanging sounds, suffering an withering attack from imaginary bed bugs, falling, falling, falling, to a painful, disfigured death, emoting my last, predictable words, “My death was caused by Stephen King. Stephen King killed me.”
Life’s wonderful contradictions continue to play us for the proverbial fools. Cutting and pasting, lifting faces from different sources and placing them onto another; posting stories as a reliable entity, when caught saying the error was a mistake – casting doubts, creating new truths. Borrowing copyrighted mastheads, redirecting attention, posting to justify one’s worldview, even if a lie.
A little white lie is defined as a minor, benign lie. I don’t believe a lie should be parceled into minutia. What is the contrast? What is the opposite of the little white lie? – A big black malignant lie. Parceling facts, dissecting truth, justifying the lie, birthing confusion, providing a platform for fake new, alt-news, alternative facts is our bold new world.
No, please don’t place me in the category of the folks who disingenuously disrespects the advancements in technology. Absolutely, the information age has allowed the world to become smaller, more connected, allowing information to travel across the globe, blending cultures, traditions, and peoples. No longer needing to ride a horse to Boston to declare, “Give me liberty, or give me death”, possessing a printing press within inches, a multitude of presses, publishing at a nominal cost, at will. A new world which benefits, advantages, disadvantages, challenges, sows confusion, daily.
Lying about the existence of big foot seems problematic to me – cutting, pasting, borrowing pictures around the world, then placing text, and quotes from fictional people and posting the story as true is nothing more than the big lie and should be called out as such. Posting pictures to make a point, “she looks Angelina Jolie”, hiding identity of the source, scurry under cover of a non-existent entities, false names, is different than Benjamin Franklin’s use of pseudonyms, both male and female.
Benjamin Franklin and Stephen King’s publishers were honest, labeling the story under assigned categories, horror, science fiction, fiction, non-fiction, playing by a set of principles, being held accountable. The First Amendment protects us from our government, the right of free speech, a press, to religion, creating a freer society, allowing for the exchange of ideas. The First Amendment protects truth and lie. No problem here. I only muse to say we should be more diligent in calling out the lies.
New technology shouldn’t mean we should not filter the lies out. Free press, free speech means the lies should be exposed, parceled out, and then relegated to the dark web of our mines, the trash bins of history. Force the liars to become more creative and a tad-bit more honest, labeling their writings as the new futuristic comic books seems appropriate.
“Lies, lies, more lies, up, up and away!”
Force them to admit their writings were borne at a time the free press was at its weakest, under attack externally (loss of advertising dollars, politicians running against the press attacking a fundamental tenet of a free society), and internally (power in the hands of a few; caused by consolidations, closings, unreliable and unpredictable new business models).
Demand power be bequeathed to the entities who now dominate the medium (Google, Facebook, etcetera) (the gatekeepers), granting them publishing rights, forcing the separation of wheat from the chaff; requiring categorization of our new printers, opinion writers, bloggers – fiction, non-fiction, horror, a literary lie.
Oh absolutely I believe there may be problems – times when entities, governments, individuals will overreact, censoring the message disfavored. There will always be this type of pull and tug. My concern is different. The lies are overwhelming, creating an alternative universe, establishing different rules, allowing the purveyor of the lies to avoid accountability. Mad hatter like, wicked witch evil – untouched – the disfigured man on the railroad track eating little black boys screaming in their sleep, “Mamma, the King has no clothes.”
“Not a black suit!”
“But the suit is black!”
“No … it’s not!”
“I’m sorry, that color is black. Wait, why are we talking about the color of the King’s suit? I asked a different question.”
“Dishonest media … dishonest media, when you finally recognize ‘us talking to you’ is a privilege and not a right, maybe then, you will agree, ‘what you see is what you see.’”