Behold, The Cesspool Of Social Media
Mark Morton is a guitarist for Lamb of God. Today he shared some of his Instagram DMs via his Twitter feed.
People are truly deranged. I am used to seeing reporters share these types of direct messages as well. I once even received a death threat myself for an album review someone obviously did not agree with... but this is beyond. Are people so bored these days that being a keyboard cowboy gives an ego boost or something?
I have been saying for years now that Facebook destroyed the world as we know it and I stand by that thought. Social media really is a cesspool. It definitely has its place and if you are in the marketing and communications business like me, you have no choice but to use social to promote a brand message. But come on. As a global society, we can be better than this - or at least I hope.
Just a little sample from my Instagram DMs.... pic.twitter.com/YlJ8Wjl24G
— Mark Morton 🇺🇸 (@MarkDuaneMorton) December 29, 2020
Reader Comments (6)
The other issue here with Mark (and I hate to bring it up)... is fanatacism in politics. Under no circumstance should an elected official have rabid fan base who attack at the slightest criticism, but here we are.
Stay cool everyone - think before you type, Does it new to be said? Will you stand behind your statements in a week / month / year?
Also, happy almost 2021.
Hope everyone has a safe and happy New Years, and that 2021 returns us to what used to pass as normalcy. 🤘
And Happy 2021! Can't come soon enough. 2020 was a truly painful year.
Like Gary, I only post here. What I read on other sites makes me sad. I mean that, sad. Do I read them? Well, yes, obviously. But, the moment the fun of reading deranged notes from dimwits wears off, I click 'close' and move back to something more edifying.
My only tweak to this discussion? This all existed before. But it spread more slowly and more locally. Oftentimes, by the time it got to the next town or country, the message had undergone further distortions and tweaks. Sound familiar? The novelty of the internet is the instantaneous nature of the screaming, ranting, and shaming. With one click we can all be in the asylum now . . . and we are given a chance to shout whatever we like, whenever we want to, to whoever we want, with limited consequences.
This truly pushes to the edges of what the marketplace of ideas was conceptualized as being. As such, and as I do right now in real marketplaces, I limit my time, choose my 'stores', and remain cautious about those to whom I speak and on what subjects.