Showing posts with label douglas rushkoff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label douglas rushkoff. Show all posts

May 17, 2011

Another Bizzare Email exchange with an Evangelical Apathetic

The Lizard:
I just wanted to let you know you're wrong about the upcoming democratization of society and media because of the advent of the Internet. People say this every time a new media technology comes around, they said this about the printing press in the 1500s, and radio technology. The Internet will be no different, especially now that (any effective form of) network neutrality is pretty much dead, it will be the same as cable television and corporate radio. I tell people it's just better to accept reality as is rather than futilely trying to fight against it.

Hopefully what I said was useful here.


The Punk Patriot:

I'm sorry, what is this in response to?


The Lizard:

My apologies for not being specific. I'm referring to the whole "decentralized" authority and democracy you promote, with the likes of Douglas Rushkoff.


The Punk Patriot:

Um. Okay...

I find it really odd that I get so many emails from people who tell me that I should just give up. I'm not sure why this is.
I've succeeded too many times in life to give up. I've seen too many fights end with victory to throw the towel in.

I know that my efforts are well spent, and I'm not sure what folks like yourself are thinking you will achieve by emailing me and telling me to give up and become despondent.

So why don't we try this: You give up, I'll keep fighting. Sound fair?

November 14, 2010

June 6, 2010

BRANDS: Your life-long friends



You know these faces. You probably know these faces better than you know people in your own neighborhood. Better than you know members of your extended family. They were there with you when you were born. They were there with you as a child. They visited you every day on TV.
Who are they?
What do they want from you?
They just want to be your friend. They make things for you. Are they the ones who made these cookies? Your oatmeal? Your big mac? Your breakfast cereal?
"Be our friends! Let me hang out in your home!" they cry, with their silent pleading eyes.
And you do. You always have. You always will. They will be with you throughout your adult life. They're always so happy to see you. They always will be.
They will visit you every night on TV, even as you become old and fragile. You will age and decay. They will not. They will be with you, these friends, as you reach the end of your life and die. They will be there, silent, watching. They will not mourn your passing.

They're all so happy to see you! They always will be.