Tricksters and magic

Many of us in a certain Internet discussion community are still reeling from the cruel and idiotic hoax that was perputated on us by a person who we beleived to be our friend. Yeah, this dude actually tried to fake his own death on the Internet, presumably to see what people would say. Can you say, mentally ill?

Many people have learned many different lessons.  Some have vowed to spend much, much less time online. Some have promised themselves to be more careful about who we trust and about the people we consider to be our “friends.”  Some simply feel betrayed, confused, conflicted and angry.

For me, it’s just another example of the number of “tricksters” in this world, who care more about gratifying their own sense of ego and empowerment, than they do about having meaningful social interactions with others. 

The Internet is never going away.  In fact, it is a pandora’s box from which the Gini has been let loose and it will be many years before we even begin to have an understanding of it. 

But we must not let our hearts be hardened by those who are truly cynical and who get turned on by either creating or watching other people be affected by betrayal and deceit. 

The following song was written about the Bush administration but it is as true about society today as it was the day it was written. 

This IS what will be.

Magic by Bruce Springsteen

I got a coin in my palm
I can make it disappear
I got a card up my sleeve
Name it and I’ll pull it out your ear
I got a rabbit in my hat
If you want to come and see
This is what will be, this is what will be

I got shackles on my wrist
Soon I’ll slip ’em and be gone
Chain me in a box in the river
And I’ll rise singin’ this song
Trust none of what you hear
And less of what you see
This is what will be, this is what will be

I got a shiny saw blade
All I needs’ a volunteer
I’ll cut you in half
While you’re smiling ear to ear
And the freedom that you sought’s
Driftin’ like a ghost amongst the trees
This is what will be, this is what will be

Now there’s a fire down below
But it’s comin’ up here
So leave everything you know
And carry only what you fear
On the road the sun is sinkin’ low
There’s bodies hangin’ in the trees
This is what will be, this is what will be

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