Noga Sklar
A Homestretch Narrative
Noga Sklar
Honestly, I don’t remember another year in which I lost so many friends.
Oh, well. Not do death, oh no (although I’m certainly getting old enough for that): to Facebook.
It all started in my native Brazil, where this was the time of a radical political turnover: The party in power for the last… hmm… 14 years, give or take, was proved corrupt, and worse, totally, undoubtedly unfit for office.
I’m sure you don’t know what I mean when I say “corruption in office.” Or, for that matter, “unfit for office.” We were quite lucky that we could preserve the country. Look at what happened, or is happening, in Venezuela, for example.
Yet, Brazil was radically split. And the community in which I should fit — but I surely …show more content…
I started to read the “official debunker” in a phase of my life in which I was totally and convincingly involved with the supernatural and spiritual truths; I even called myself a “shaman,” figure that. Nevertheless, I kept myself healthily doubting, open to envision my truth as “pure myth.” I suppose I always needed to have something, or someone, pushing me in the opposite direction, to avoid getting carried away too easily, flown to the dubious realm of self-fulfilling fantasies — a task nowadays perfectly performed by my husband Alan, on a daily …show more content…
Is this “freedom of speech”?
I don’t think so.
A vast majority of these new “owners of the truth,” elected and vested in public manipulation through willingly participating in social media, barely know what they’re talking about. Their “line of research” is basically hearsay — wrong, or, at least, incomplete information that will, eventually, and quite often, be debunked before the end of the day. It is the perennial manipulation of the manipulators in a mental environment which is highly biased, and changeable, and, quite frankly, almost incestuous. I don’t know why this word, in particular, came to mind. But it did.
Now, here in the US, a brand-new opinion-exchanging environment, in which I had the rare opportunity to present myself in a totally new and never-experienced view, since nobody here knows me, it didn’t take long for me to position myself in the wrong camp, naturally against my obvious “intellectual” peers. This time in a much more dangerous environment, and with much more serious consequences than in my native Brazil. After all, it is about not only the American future, but also about the future of the western civilization as we’ve known
Noga Sklar
Honestly, I don’t remember another year in which I lost so many friends.
Oh, well. Not do death, oh no (although I’m certainly getting old enough for that): to Facebook.
It all started in my native Brazil, where this was the time of a radical political turnover: The party in power for the last… hmm… 14 years, give or take, was proved corrupt, and worse, totally, undoubtedly unfit for office.
I’m sure you don’t know what I mean when I say “corruption in office.” Or, for that matter, “unfit for office.” We were quite lucky that we could preserve the country. Look at what happened, or is happening, in Venezuela, for example.
Yet, Brazil was radically split. And the community in which I should fit — but I surely …show more content…
I started to read the “official debunker” in a phase of my life in which I was totally and convincingly involved with the supernatural and spiritual truths; I even called myself a “shaman,” figure that. Nevertheless, I kept myself healthily doubting, open to envision my truth as “pure myth.” I suppose I always needed to have something, or someone, pushing me in the opposite direction, to avoid getting carried away too easily, flown to the dubious realm of self-fulfilling fantasies — a task nowadays perfectly performed by my husband Alan, on a daily …show more content…
Is this “freedom of speech”?
I don’t think so.
A vast majority of these new “owners of the truth,” elected and vested in public manipulation through willingly participating in social media, barely know what they’re talking about. Their “line of research” is basically hearsay — wrong, or, at least, incomplete information that will, eventually, and quite often, be debunked before the end of the day. It is the perennial manipulation of the manipulators in a mental environment which is highly biased, and changeable, and, quite frankly, almost incestuous. I don’t know why this word, in particular, came to mind. But it did.
Now, here in the US, a brand-new opinion-exchanging environment, in which I had the rare opportunity to present myself in a totally new and never-experienced view, since nobody here knows me, it didn’t take long for me to position myself in the wrong camp, naturally against my obvious “intellectual” peers. This time in a much more dangerous environment, and with much more serious consequences than in my native Brazil. After all, it is about not only the American future, but also about the future of the western civilization as we’ve known