Like a lot of people, I know next to nothing about net neutrality. But, based solely on the people who are supporting it with such fervor, its quick death can only be a good thing.
So far as can be discerned, Title II regulations used to treat all ISPs (internet service providers) as the same. The measure got the old ax by a vote of three to two. Now, a more muscular FCC can pursue copyright infringement cases with greater ease. For those on the left side of the political latrine, the fear is that the federal government can now block or remove content with greater ease.
Ironically, the effectiveness of the new rule was on full display when Baauer, the “musician” responsible for the “Harlem Shake” phenomenon that bothered everyone with an internet connection four years ago, managed to temporarily pull down a parody video featuring FCC chairman Ajit Pai. In case you do not know, Pai just so happens to be the architect of the new and less neutral net.
Left-wing arguments about “freedom of speech” ring very hollow given that, insofar as the internet is concerned, private companies have been much more censorship-happy than the federal government. The sordid tale The Daily Stormer provides just a small example of how Google, which has become the most powerful entity in the history of world, and other tech monopolies love to operate virtual gulags. Twitter is no different, nor is tech-obsessed Wall Street.
Since most public shaming, DDOS, and doxxing campaigns have been engineered by left-wing internet users, the current complaints from the pro-net neutrality crowd must have everything to do with comfort. Namely, these people are upset about the prospect that Netflix binge-watching marathons will now be slower and take more time. Many are also upset that it will take longer to download internet porn. This terrifying scenario was recently highlighted by Bess Kalb, the television writer who showed off her histrionic personality disorder after the New York Times decided to write about a happy-go-lucky, everyday member of the Traditionalist Worker Party.
Look, if your major political rallying point is more endless distraction, then you need and deserve to suffer. America already has too much leisure as it is; it’s making us all terribly unhappy. At the sake of sounding like a cranky old codger, go read a book or go to a bar. Ride a bike, go to the gym, or, for heaven’s sake, go meet people in the real world. You’ll probably find that Rick and Morty is not half as fun as meeting real-life dorks.
America’s version of the “hikikomori” are not likely to change their stripes anytime soon. For Americans and other Westerners, this decision to remain in the land of the lotus eaters is not only the very sustenance that keeps the consumer capitalist beast bellowing, but it is also tantamount to collective suicide. At least Japanese loafers do not have to worry about the threat of other civilizations outbreeding them and eventually killing them off.
Let us back up for just a minute. In case you do not know, the hikikomori are a large subculture of Japanese men who, for various reasons, have decided to completely check out of adulthood. They are NEETs to the extreme—they do not go to school, they do not work, and they prefer to get their food delivered as opposed to actually going to the grocery store. Also, if you look at any picture of a hikikomori room, you’ll discover that these slothful and idle young men shy away from brooms and vacuums.
Japanese psychiatrists have long blamed hikikomori behavior on social anxiety disorders and other mental hangups that make everyday situations frightening to the effected. Japan’s high suicide rate makes widespread mental illness in the population logical, and so too does the idea that East Asia's collectivist culture sees little use in completely atomized individuals (to be fair, they are completely useless). The trend is only getting worse. It used to be that the average age for Japanese shut-ins was twenty-one. It is now thirty-two.
Making matters worse is that even non-hikikomori Japanese are deciding that sex and marriage are not for them. While not an “epidemic,” Japan’s widespread army of virgins indicates that Tokyo may soon lord over a nation that is terrified of everything sensual and human.
For the United States, Japan offers us a glimpse of our future in certain aspects. In Japan, porn is prolific and easily available. Japan also places a high premium on scholastic achievement, workplace achievement, and acquiring a high social status. More and more Japanese males are saying nuts to all of that. The same is true in the U.S., where drugged-up youth are emulating their parent’s generation in the tragic race to decrease overall life expectancies. In both nations, an unverifiable culture of sadness and apathy often gets hidden behind a mask of nerdish joy over the latest video game or franchise film.
Even worse, like Great Britain, which continues to legislate against its own history and people, a large portion of the American youth seem content or at least brainwashed enough to celebrate their own demographic displacement. Such insanity was clear for all to see on Twitter after Democrat Doug Jones defeated Republican Roy Moore in Alabama. The fact that Alabaman blacks came out to vote for Jones while many whites stuck with Moore convinced plenty of pale people that it is now time to let blacks run the country.
When capital-supported lethargy and Cathedral-backed self-hatred mix, culture atrophies. Slower Netflix downloads will not stop this rot. More needs to be done in order to detach our culture for from technology—a self-contained and artificial engine that merely exists to expand itself. New tech today does not make life easier nor does it innovate; it merely serves to give the technocrats laurels for adding doohickies to non-essential items that Tech will continue to produce with or without our interest.
The desire to isolate oneself from life is not new. Hawthorne, Lovecraft, and Dickinson all removed themselves from the every day for years on end. However, they produced works of fiction that are still being read. Even little-known Russian futurists who wrote mangled poetry for scraps of bread created something. Today’s generation of hikikomori, whether they live in Japan or America, just consume. They will be forgotten.