V, V, V — Day 7 : Bell
Despite the appalling spelling in my introduction, today’s word is Bell, not Belll — partly because I am not sure that Belll is really a word (although isn’t everything that is written down a word? I mean who gets to decide what a “real word” is? Given every word had to be used for the first time at some point in history, it stands to reason that every word written down must be a real word or has the potential to be so. But — as always — I digress).
In twenty twenty four there was a watershed moment in the history of humanity. The sanctuary district in San Francisco was an overcrowded slum where people who were considered to be the dregs of humanity were sent — they were sent there and were left there to die. There was a pretence that they were looked after — that the government would take care of them, would find them work, would provide them healthcare, would ensure that their needs would be met, but it was bollocks.
They were placed in the sanctuary districts, and they were forgotten. They were the modern day gulags, but they were worse, because everyone knew what they were and everyone rationalised them as being “for the greater good”.
Then, on the 1st of September, a man named Gabriel Bell (no relation) triggered a riot in the San Francisco district that not only got that district shutdown, but got all of them shut down, and ensured a sea change throughout the whole of 21st century America — it ensured that no one, no matter who they were, what their station in life was, or their identity was, would be left behind or forgotten.
It set the stage for a creation of a whole new world, and a brighter future.
But the most interesting part of this is that Gabriel Bell wasn’t even his real name — he accomplished all this under the name of someone else. History remembers him as Gabriel Bell, and his real name was something else.
Which — for me — is the most interesting part. Because being able to do things under a cloak of anonymity is possibly the greatest gift the internet has given me, and the greatest gift it has given a lot of people.
You may have gathered from other things I’ve written that I am not a fan of the free press. As a concept it is a good idea — having a press corps that can question the government and hold them to account is essential in a functional democracy.
However in practice……… the free press we have is truly shitty, and a total waste of space. For a start half of it doesn’t question the government or hold it to account — it has its collective tongues so far up the arses of the government that it wouldn’t know how to question it if its existence depended on it.
And for a second their use of “free speech” seldom, if ever, is used to question or hold the government to account. Instead it is used to persecute and destroy the lives of generally innocent individuals for no other reason than it makes money.
The “gentlemen of the press” are complete waste of spaces — feckless shits who should really either find proper jobs (I believe there is a shortage of bin men and women — it would be a step up for them) or just be honest about what they do and stop calling themselves “journalists” or “newspaper people” and call themselves what they are — “turds in human form”
I do have a point to all this, if you are curious — it is just random abuse for the fun of it (as fun as that would be).
Being able to be anonymous on the web means I can post things like this, and other points of view, without becoming targets of various people.
It also means that other people, other groups of people, can ask questions, or post stories, without their real identities becoming public. Which I realise sounds like they might have something to hide, but there are people in this world who — if parts of their lives become public — would get the shit beaten out of them, or would legitimately be killed. By their family. By their parents. By their friends.
And you might think I’m talking about “honour killings”, but no — I am talking about people in western countries — in the good old US of A.
Anonymity is a cloak that protects people on the web to ensure they can talk about their life without their lives being in danger.
And if Gabriel Bell can use it to create a whole new world, then I think it is only fair we can use it to protect the lives of those who need it in our version of our century.
Wouldn’t you say?
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GOD this was supposed to be a victory for orym. or at least some kind of justice or revenge, to put an end to the woman who took his family away from him once and for all. that fight, that death, was the whole reason he was in this in the first place, and there should’ve been some sense of satisfaction or relief or closure in it for him. but instead, it was another loss. she just had to take one more person from him on her way out. she took him down (another failure, in his mind, that he couldn’t finish the fight himself) and when he came to, his friend was already in pieces. it’s just heartbreak after heartbreak, to the very end.
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I'm really looking forward to 2024.
No, I still don't have a job, I still can't finish my novel, I still haven't worked out what I want my writing career to look like, and I have no practical plan for any of these things to change.
But it IS the year Gabriel Bell starts the riot that will lay the foundation for an egalitarian future!
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Can we please stop considering famecels as coquette.
Lapvona in not coquette is literally a disgusting novel.
The Virgin Suicides is about a submissive childhood within the protection and social isolation of a Catholic family.
The femcel movement arises from the rage and incomprehension of the thoughts of a woman capable of expressing her hatred of the world.
Please, please, stop thinking that by wearing a ribbon you understand Sylvia Plath.
Fashion trends are fleeting, interests are not. You can be a femcel and coquette at the same time, but I don't think they are even related.
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“this is us, that’s me and him. anyway, that thing has been in the sky a long time. a lot of people have laughed and wept under it, had children, put their parents in the ground, and none of that is meaningless. and that’s true for me too. if anything, it makes it seem like i was always meant to be here, you know? i don’t know, chance? fate?”
for such a little guy, orym really does have the biggest heart in exandria
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