don’t believe it. don’t believe the headline. don’t believe the byline. don’t believe the copy. everyone is out to get you. every marketer on the internet is out to get you. they salivate at your pageviews and your clicks. it used to be search engine optimization, the intellectual sister. now it’s emotional rapture, its hysterical mother and drunk father. you feel that tug, don’t you? the one pulling you into addiction? the one manipulating your reptile brain? feeding your chipmunk brain overevolved lies? telling you how pretty you are to distract you while it slips its crooked, syphilitic wet cock into your numbed up holes. that’s the incel. that’s the climate change denier. that’s your grandma, terrified in the closet, blue screen illuminating her face, being pushed down the amygdaloid staircase. wake up! don’t just be woke! awaken!