Truth is in a relationship with Subjectivity and it's complicated
Can the person who told Truth it should get on Facebook come forward? I’m not mad. I just want to know so I can get mad and punish you. Turning Truth on to social media was a terrible, terrible, terrible idea. Just awful. Like a fifth Pirates of the Caribbean movie awful. On that level of awful. I shall tell you the tale of how it came to be.
Don’t get me wrong. At first, it was okay. Truth only occasionally reposted things from groups like The Irrefutable and her favorite class in school; Objective Reality. Sometimes she wrote trite but uncontroversial tidbits or shared funny cat videos on her business partner’s wall. Her business partner being Beauty, and the two of them traditionally doing all sorts of great work in harmony with each other. But we are concerned terribly, as that partnership has become estranged and broken. One wonders if beauty will ever reach the heights it did before, not now being able to count on truth for support and bolstering of its power.
Because Subjectivity got wind of Truth finally making a Facebook profile. He sent her a friend request that was soon enough requited, Truth not being accustomed to discriminating friendships based on external factors. That was the beginning of the end for Truth in her comely and uncorrupted form. For you see, when held to consensus restraints even when engaging with friends like Personal Preferences and Philosophical Worldviews, Subjectivity can be a wonderful and civil debate companion and opponent. But when the parental controls are removed and online oversight is abandoned, Subjectivity is a conniving, crafty, scheming abomination of a person.
He somehow is able to convince many an impressionable fool to conflate their opinions, fantasies, and playacting with established and irrefutable fact. What’s more, he eggs them on to go a bridge further and not be contented when a stranger disagrees or intends to live through the truth claims of his/her guiding faith. These people deem and label such truth claims as hatred simply because they come across as harsh to modern sensibilities. This has resulted in Subjectivity’s disciples angrily and obnoxiously getting in the face of anyone who denies their ability to do bend Truth to their will. Taking things to violent extremes as humans are wont to do, a particularly virulent faction began justifying and rationalizing their destruction of property and assault of others’ person by deeming words voiced in disagreement as violence.
Subjectivity befriended and then knew Truth (in the Biblical sense), taking and diminishing every beautiful part of her for his own. He then tore away at her spirit with repetitive and tiresome bickering. Heretofore firm stances on what constitutes objective reality flitted away from her mind. Her head was filled with all sorts of crazy notions and trendy ideas. In this time, Truth would be heard to ask any new person she met “What are your pronouns?” or arguing to another “They’re just speaking their own personal version of me!”, “Don’t worry about me, be true to yourself”, and “Trans women are women!”, and “the value and validity of the life of an unborn child’s life is determined by its mother and no one else!”.
She soon rethought her traditional practice of hovering in the air, just out of the corrupted, groping reach of mortals. She used to demand people cast off their manmade agendas and align themselves under her before they approached her. But now friends, strangers, the greedy, the opportunistic, the politically powerful, the narcissistic, the codependent, the hypersensitive came at her in force. They all grappled and struggled to pull her down until she rested over them. They thought it more convenient than traversing the necessary distance to plant themselves under her, Reasonable Effort and Self-Awareness both having rejected the friend requests of these fine folks.
The problem became all had a different picture of what she was to be instead of leaving her to remain what she already was. Exhausted from her torrid and damaging fling with Subjectivity, she gave in and became as one fatigued and resigned to a terribly wrong but expedient thing. She was then to be seen darting to and fro like a frantic hummingbird, throwing herself under the boot of anyone who spoke to her in an confident manner, no matter misplaced nature of their confidence.
Subjectivity smiled at the work he had wrought. He knew his seed had taken root and was growing into children who shared her womb. Children who killed her in the process of opening the matrix. Those children’s names were Confusion and Chaos. When she began to travail, Confusion burst forth first, ready to perplex and befuddle those who would otherwise be of steadfast mind. Chaos followed soon after. Horrible wretches they were. All the fruits of their wicked labors we have not yet seen nor harvested.
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https://www.out.com/news/2022/1/21/dr-phil-had-anti-trans-transphobic-activist-matt-walsh-on-show-debate-gender-pronouns
