I get banned from local establishments for no good reason except I pissed some silly cunts off unbeknownst to me.
The world’s antisocial now: #metoo was the death knell for socialization, and now Corona put a stake in the heart of human closeness and commingling, never to let the gregarious beast of human intimacy rise again.
We are ruled by our fears. Of creeps, of horny guys, of dangerous people who barely exist, of weird diseases. Of everything. Of nothing. Mostly, of not much of anything important.
We live in an Outrage Culture or Culture of Perpetual Outrage where you’re supposed to be outraged about the SJW nonsense du jour. The Zeitgeist is Perpetual Outrage, and the expression on everyone’s face is “one minute away from outraged offense.”
Offended! Offended! Offended! I’m offended! You’re offended! We’re all offended!
Cool, now we can have an Offended Party. We can get drunk and call each other names until we all beat each other up!
Let’s go on the net. Ban! Ban! Ban! Ban! That poster looked at you wrong! Ban the heretic.