Society: Now serving gourmet bullshit! We hear pretty lies, sugar-coated to be easier to swallow, and we're popping them like Xanax. Gluttonous and insatiable, we devour half-truths, alternative facts, and straight up falsehoods, Eager to excuse our own fat faces by pointing shit-covered fingers in the direction of others. Glass screens are the plates we eat off of, taking full advantage of bottomless information, Filling our heads and stomachs with synthetic realities. Who appointed the media to be our server? Someone get the manager, because THIS is not what I ordered. I asked for truth, and got excuses. I wanted news, and got distractions. Please ma'am, I'm just the waiter here, let me send this back and get it redone for you. Yes, do that, because I never saw "half-baked, biased opinion" on the menu. Why is everything we hear and see and taste being digested as truth, When we haven't even taken the time to read the ingredients? We're gree
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