Welcome to Life After Truth, my friends. There is no ‘Real’ anymore. Facts no longer matter, if they ever really did. Opinion, innuendo, memes, and social media posts, created on a whim and a dare, are the forces that apparently are able to sway nations, voters, laws, and governments in this modern world we inhabit.
In our technology-heavy society, with so many of us getting our news and information from the internet and television, and to a lesser degree from newspapers, all second hand sources, how is it ever possible for any of us to EVER be sure that an event transpired the way we are told that it did?
The Sandy Hook shooting, for example, four years ago this week. The assassination of JFK. 9/11. San Bernardino. The Boston Marathon Bombing.
I wasn’t present or even nearby for any of these events. I have no way of knowing if they even occurred, other than if I accept the news reports I’ve seen at face value (and, if I reject or question them, risk being branded a conspiracy theorist).
But how is one to know?
How can any of us ever really know?
I am sympathetic with the many people who have lost all faith in our media, who believe nothing that any of our major news organizations try to tell them. I can understand those people who choose not to believe anything at all. We have all fallen down the rabbit hole, it seems.
But when a subject has been as heavily researched and looked into as, for example, the tragic shooting at Sandy Hook has been… with multiple books written about it, by journalists, by survivors of the massacre, by family members of the victims… with voluminous state investigation reports released, detailing investigations conducted by various agencies…when it is so clear-cut and dried that there was ONE assailant, named Adam Lanza… and that he shot his poor mother while she lay in her bed, and then drove to the school, shot his way in, murdered all of those poor victims and then killed himself. What makes people think there is more to this story? That these children somehow didn’t exist? That it’s all a false flag? Aren’t the actual events tragic and horrifying enough, in any context?
“They are so used to being bullshitted, they get skeptical,” said my friend Mike South when I asked him these questions.
Yes. I can see that. Mike is right, I think.
I guess it just feels like we’ve all slipped into a new era, one in which no reality will be universally perceived as real, where our perceptions of any situation will be warped and twisted until none of us is sure anymore of what time it is, or who is alive or dead, or whether we’re coming or going. It certainly makes one miss the days of Walter Cronkite.
I live in Dayton, Ohio. I’m 51 years old and a husband, father, writer, strip club DJ, and chili cook. I love weird literature, offbeat films, all kinds of music and spicy food. One of Mike South’s best friends (which I don’t brag about in public), I’m fully certified by the State of Ohio to marry people.