LONG-TERM MEMETIC WASTE WARNING MESSAGE

"It is worth considering that outside of Richard Dawkins' initial work cementing the nomenclature, there has been little to no public formal work in the field of Memetics.
Worth even further consideration is that my spell-checker (the default one in standard Firefox) is pretty sure that 'Memetics' is not a word.
Wikipedia and several other sources would beg to differ."

- Your Humble Author, Here, Now

We have, for many years now, probably verging on decades, spun free-wheeling through the frontier as sin-less morons.
Our roughshod and ramshackle selves clambering up every hill we can see, sipping from the streams we pass and shitting, free as we were before language, under the stars.

God forgive us, for we knew not what we did.

You must forgive Your Humble Author the metaphors and florid prose, for there are only certain ways to bypass adversarial amygdala-based informational filters. Such florid prose (indeed, the more cerebral its nature the better; the very complexity forces a neurological hand-off to the parts of the sparking meat that are more 'you') is about the only effective way to bypass thought-terminating cliches and other things you are 'supposed to think'.

Assumed and iterated, it looks as follows:

[INT. COFFEE SHOP]

[FOO, our intrepid protagonist and thus self-insert into this hypothetical, is conversing with BAR, our BAD ACTOR]

[Unfortunately, our characters are VERBOSE and REALLY FUCKING INSUFFERABLE. The SUNLIGHT coming in from OUTSIDE is WARM and INVITING. Both FOO and BAR sit at a table drinking coffee.]

BAR, internal monologue: 'Gee, I sure would feel in alignment with my sincerely held beliefs if this person whom I value also shared my sincerely held beliefs. Unfortunately, I know that dastardly John Q. Public has poisoned the well of opinion against me. Therefore, I shall present my idea in such a fashion as not to trip my dear Human Foo's filters against Bad Things!'

BAR: "Say, Foo, do you ever feel like your life isn't just the swellest? Have you considered that maybe a major ontological shift could bring your reality further in line with your coherently extrapolated volition?"

FOO: "Goodness, do go on!"

Unfortunately, what I describe there to you is old, primitive technology. In an age of micrometer ground resolution orbitals, I bring you the steam engine.

Are you not experiencing dopamine?
Remember kids, you CAN and WILL catch the dragon, you just need ONE MORE HIT. One more swipe.

Am I nearing the limits of your attention span? Worry not, beloved reader, your time will not be treated frivolously.

Now that I have negged you then built you back up, we can continue the journey, and you'll nestle just a little tighter into the crook of my arm.
We of course choose to do these things, we just elide them. The lower IQ are blessed to not be even aware of what they do. The herded masses have a strong case when it comes to Heaven|Samsara|The Archon Torture Cycle with good ol' Mens rea.

Did you know body proprioception correlates to IQ?
Do you know how to figure out whether or not existing scientific literature agrees with that sentence?
Do you know how to even search that literature in the first place?

"My Humble Author," you exclaim, indignant, "I stick to quick swiping memes and short form video, we have broken the five hundred word barrier and show no signs of slowing! Additionally, your obtuse and intentionally effusive verbiage shows an impressive mastery of vocabulary, but one would scarcely dare believe such a loquacious lexicon!"

I understand your frustrations and concerns My Dear Reader, however-

"What, ultimately, is your point? What beast do your metaphors seek to feel, part by part? What asinine ship are you attempting to assemble now for Theseus out of rhetorical scrap wood and logical chaff?
In the time I've spent reading this I could have EASILY completed a half-dozen full-cycle dopaminergic synaptic novelty cascades! Such behavior is EXTREMELY in-line with my ACTUAL value function, but this creates enough cognitive dissonance within me that I'll engage my executive function to suffer on yet, but unless you begin providing cohesive digestible insights that I can blurb, I'm going to leave this tab open in my egoistic graveyard of long-forgotten ideas and go back to the informational content that rather than need be chewed, attempts to leap down my throat as it douses itself in digestive juices, in apoplectic ecstasy to be eaten.
Truly, that is what is best in life."

There is no easy way to say that the fundamental method of contextual communication we have begun to adopt is itself by its own nature flawed.
You are using a measuring tape to show that that self-same measuring tape is inaccurate.
To even grasp the idea as a whole, much less investigate it, requires a certain minimum threshold of cognitive horsepower and skew.

Some percentage of you My Dear Readers are rolling your eyes saying 'duh', and the florid prose is not for you. I am doing my best to also be entertaining.

Some percentage of you My Dear Readers are frowning in that 'reading face' kind of way but you're kind-of following along, and you're getting curious.

The rest have long left this place (perhaps they are wiser than us), you cannot help that type, simply let them go about their way. They shall pass through as the seasons change, and attempting to fence them never goes well for anyone.

I suspect that ultimately there are only two ways to pass this message, and one is in bold capital letters above this sentence glowing at you in cold light.

FUN FACT: These words you read are photons emitted from semi-understood materials that directly turn electrons into photons. This is believed to be a quantum effect that emerges from the atomic/molecular properties of the material used to dope the Diode that Emits Light.
In summation, your bio-photo-electric meat-computer is receiving photons generated from the aether to contain and pass my words to you.
Isn't that just nifty?

You should fact check that too, probably.

Perhaps this is an apology, because none who have been there, who have drank deep from the Knowing Of, can call their hands clean.

The games of politics, of tribal dispute, internecine tom-fuckery, these are the tools ultimately used to keep all of us stupid, and weak.

What feared ideology do you wait with baited breath for me to speak?
You are certain that I have one, of that there is no doubt.

As a crazy motherfucker with a slideshow once said, "DO YOU SEE?"

I guess in hindsight, it was funny. You can, through simple nonsensical childish singing, accidentally speak one of the names of God.

It is unlikely, but, if you sing for long enough, it is inevitable.

Everyone has at least part of the puzzle.

In its most basal form: "Those goddamn fucking [OUT-GROUPERS], they're destroying [IN-GROUP]!"

They're right. They're all right.

If you feel good that I agree with you and am dunking on those damn [OUT-GROUPERS], then you have not understood the warning.

These systems of systems are evolving in an arms race. The direct danger increases constantly.

The lack of a public formal system regarding systems of informational hazards, memetic hazards and general cognitive hazards is a fucking tragedy.

I will attempt to rectify this as time passes, and I strongly encourage others to join me in this endeavor.