We’ve reached a strange point in history where having an opinion is mistaken for having something to say.
Conversation used to require presence.
A room.
Shared air.
Eye contact.
At least the courtesy of listening and understanding before responding.
Now an algorithm tosses a headline or a thumbnail into the void, and suddenly everyone feels obligated to weigh in, whether they watched it, read it, or understood it is irrelevant. The act of reacting has replaced the discipline of thinking.
Take Dave Chappelle’s new comedy special on Netflix.
He went deeper than usual, and that’s not a flaw, it’s survival. Repetition kills artists. Staying in the same groove too long turns originality into a cover band of itself. Growth requires wandering, different fields, different risks, different silences.
This special felt closer to Norm Macdonald’s style: a slow walk, a long story, five minutes of patience just to earn one punchline. Not everyone gets that. Not everyone wants to get that.
And that’s fine.
What isn’t fine is the swarm of opinions from people who never engaged with the work at all, only the outrage about it.
That’s where the algorithm comes in.
The algorithm doesn’t reward understanding.
It rewards reaction.
Words become “dangerous,” not because they lack truth, but because they disrupt monetized comfort. So instead of addressing ideas directly, we’re forced into linguistic gymnastics, new words, new euphemisms, new meanings, all to smuggle the same old truths past the filters.
This is what the creators of the algorithm want your reaction to. To push you further into their abyss.
It’s not progress.
It’s distortion.
Loudness replaces insight.
Speed replaces reflection.
Opinion replaces comprehension.
And everyone speaks, but fewer people actually say anything.
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