By Craig P. Dixon, southcoast247.com correspondent Social Commentary 129
September 27, 2007
Not a week goes by without some portent heralding the world's end. This week's sign that the apocalypse is upon us… Chris Crocker.
Maybe you haven't heard of Chris. Well, this self-proclaimed "key to world peace" put the world in a state of unease after posting his "Leave Britney Alone" videoblog on the YouTube. If you haven't seen this mess of humanity at work, you can check it out here.
Scary, isn't it? Creeped me out to the pit of my bones. Put it this way. If I'd seen some guy freaking out on the side of Union Street in such a fashion, I would've carefully, and as nonchalantly as possible, crossed the road. Then called the authorities and WAITED until I was sure they'd thrown him into some sort of protective custody. Such lunacy in public borders on textbook insanity.
Crocker obviously needs some Prozac. Or maybe lithium. Alright, alright… lithium it is. He's out of his mind. Out of his mind and signed to a TV development deal.
Herein lies the apocalypse factor. The powers that be have decided to give yet another talent-less celebrity hanger-on a TV deal. It's just what the world needs: Another Perez Hilton. You've just got to ask yourself: What's next?
The end of the world as we know it.
Get out your Rapture helmets. The world is coming to an end.
The net is quite possibly the greatest double-edged sword to run across the fat paunch of the American populous since the Hippie movement. Sure, the Hippies were cool and all. They spread all that free love and happiness bullshit. But they spread STDs along with that free love, and advanced drug issues along with their artificial happiness.
The web's made the world truly small. It's put millennia of accumulated information at everyone's fingertips. But, there's no censor/fact-checker making sure that information is truthful. And there's previously unimagined ease in the dissemination of pornographic materials, snuff films, bomb/drug-making instruction, and nearly illegal misinformation. It's also given the ear of the universe over to numbnuts like Crocker.
Instead of lifting culture to the higher plateau many optimists hoped, the Internet diluted it. The open forum of the web allows anyone to publish work, regardless of talent-level. Gone is meaningful, genius art. Art has become a pop-culture punchline. Blips of guys like Crocker, there one minute, gone the next video clips, are what people find on the MSNBC homepage. At this rate, one can only imagine it'll get worse, not better, from here on out.
What does their future hold? An America where evry1 wrts pprs in txt language, quotes Wikipedia as a source for term papers, and spends every second of spare time playing World of Warcraft? I fear this dark place our kids are inheriting.
Congratulations, Chris Crocker. You're officially the first horseman of the apocalypse. Evangelicals: Prepare for the Rapture! Only three more horse to go!
Not a week goes by without some portent heralding the world's end. This week's sign that the apocalypse is upon us… Chris Crocker.
