• informational attack

    In my heart  I know that we have already lost a war.

    For decades following the Second World War and as nuclear armament escalated across a global stalemate we were all told that the next big war would be nuclear. Bombs would fall from the sky, cities would be razed by fire, a dystopian dark age would follow as the scattered survivors few and far between fought for limited resources on a charred planet.

    Perhaps that is still possible, but I look at the state of the world in 2026 and I think the third world war came and went, and no one realized that the West lost.

    Sure, no one wants to cede victory to our adversaries, but in many ways I wish we would simple acknowledge the damage and work to control and contain it’s after effects.

    World War Three was not, as it turns out, a nuclear conflict. World War Three was an informational apocalypse.

    I remember as the world turned the clocks into the twenty-first century and we were settling into the notion that the Y2K bug had been fixed enough to not destroy our society, news came across the ocean that a senior propagandist and former KGB officer had risen to the heights of power in Russia.  After a decade of deescalation we were all feeling as though the remains of the soviet state were our friends now—and not a wounded beast biding its time.

    This new power in the east, I believe likely hatched a plan even before his accent to the presidency of Russia. It was a plan to topple democracy and the west. 

    He was handed the perfect weapon: free, unfettered access to one of humanity’s crowning achievements, the Internet. 

    As connections expanded, as access grew, as data speeds launched into the stratosphere the eyes, ears, and minds of virtually every person in the world, certainly nearly every person in the western world, were latched into a machine that was designed to connect and entrance us.  

    For a man who was schooled and experienced in the arts of manipulation through information, a man who had the resources of a once (and still) powerful nation at his fingers, mobilizing an online army to invade and attack the western psyche was almost an inevitability.

    In the last decade truth has become a fluid thing. Division has blossomed into dehumanizing shards of left and right. People are radicalized to the point of joining militias to kill. Families rage into hate-filled relationships that are now so common it has become a punchline. Victims of misinformation are so riled by a fake narrative that they are literally working to tear apart alliances, rip apart nations, and destroy their own (and their neighbours’) well being for the grievance and frustration that has come through online radicalization.  And all of it seems driven by memes and rage-baited content that burns through social media platforms (often from voices we trust for no good reason) before blindly amplifying ourselves the message and following the dark parade further down the road.

    It is of course only a theory, but I can’t see how any of this is not purposeful. I can’t see how this effort to undermine truth, to corrupt the social contract, to break democracies, and to shift us to an infighting smattering of tribal assholes is anything but an act of war by a man bent from his earliest days on destroying us in revenge for his country’s collapse. 

    Facebook and Twitter are not platforms, they are vectors. 

    Influencers and shit-posters are not media, they are artillery.

    That thing you believe, yes you, no matter which side of the equation you are on, is not truth—it is a shockwave from an explosion that has shattered your critical thinking, an atomic information explosion that is threatening to destroy the western world.  

    You are not informed. You are the victim of an informational attack.

    Stand up. Touch grass. Find reality (and hint, it is probably not online). And fight back against the real enemies: misinformation and propaganda.

  • cheap as life

    Life has become cheap.

    Blame it on late-stage capitalism. Blame it on right wing dehumanization of those who disagree. Blame it on the long arc of the waning social contract fading into cliche. 

    The end game seems muddy, but there is a sinister point to the erosion of our worth as human beings: the fraying of our public health infrastructure or the ongoing collapse of valuable immunities as two examples. For those cheerleading the end from the so-called heartland of Alberta and other right-wing strongholds such motives are almost certainly rooted in a fairy tale.

    For my own part, I was raised to (falsely) believe that turning to a doctor or a hospital for a pain or a problem was not only a kind of bodily weakness, but worse, a moral failing. Walk it off. There was always some kind of home remedy or off-script use for a pill we already had in our cupboards for whatever ailed me. This, of course, is a personal anecdote, but it has shaded for most of my life my impression of what many people in rural Alberta are likely brought up to think of medical science. 

    I earned a science degree, changed my tune and even later wrote for many years on vaccine skepticism with my keyboard warrior vibe attempting to shine a light on the misinformation that was just then starting to swirl and coagulate in parenting blogs and during those nascent years of social media rot.  The theme often missed by those more formally reporting on the subject was that same narrative of self-deluded independence and the ranking of human worth, that the systems we had collectively struggled to achieve—public health care, herd immunity, prescription drugs— were somehow rigged against common sense. But it was never really about autism or microchips, no. Rather I have come to believe it was about bolstering the narrative of paranoid self-reliance for those screaming the loudest about it all.

    The narrative of the right wing oft stumbles into is one that can be thought of a kind of self-deluded tale of epic self-reliance. It is the fallback illusion to bookend every argument, tangled up in metaphors of rugged independence and well-used bootstraps. Pick a quarrel with someone, anyone, who fancies themselves a prairie renegade fending off the struggles of the western frontier here in the twenty-first century, and one is almost guaranteed to seen trot out the delusion of the selectively self-made. 

    We’ll go in on our own and take the risk.  Our life is a roll of the dice so long as we are the one’s rolling it, and yours? Of course yours is worth far less. 

    Looking south, as we witness extrajudicial government executions in the streets of America, watch the anti-science pivots of unqualified medical officials, and feel the repercussions of a rah-rah-america education system that even at its best seems to care more about fealty to a flag than to facts, we need to remember that this is all part of the same story. It is the tale of the dollar store rebels and their playtime independence. It is about giving up on a system that had fed them, defended them, and even provided unfettered access to the very information technologies that threatens to kindle the fires that could destroy it all. 

    It is the same fairytale told amongst the rising tide of Alberta separatists who put this delusion of a unquestionable personal strength forward as some kind of valid argument. It is not valid, no. And it is not valid because it insists that worth of the one person—or of a single family or tribe, community, or religious group—holds more value than any another. It ignores the might of all of us together. It ignores the true ideals of what it purports to defend, while simultaneously tearing it to shreds.  

    But life has become cheap… but only so long as it is someone elses.

  • take to the seas

    Freedom of speech is dead.

    Long live freedom of speech.

    From the AI slop to the foreign propagandists all of it immersed in an ocean of corporatization of social media, to a media at best lazy and defaulting to artificially balancing imbalanced equations, is there nowhere left for real people to turn for truth?

    I am no journalist.

    I am but a guy, both real and real concerned.

    A father. A small business owner. An Albertan. A Canadian.

    We have lost the information war. Truth seems to no longer matter, only influence.

    As our Prime Minister stood at a podium in Davos in 2026 and implied, the world order as we once knew it and relied on is mortally wounded. It is bleeding honesty. It is bleeding morality. It is bleeding rational discussion and scientific trust. It is on life support and we cannot be certain anyone is capable of saving it.

    It is time more of us took to the seas. It is time to resist.

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