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Nowadays, if we must, we favor uncomfortable truths by injection, on a fast stage, under heavy sedation of laughter, by comedians and the inspirationally endowed, self-appointed apostles of moral authority; gurus shrouded in mysticism professing knowledge of a future and offering a chance at pulling the strings. 

To ingest hard facts and metabolize truth a la carte, with no dessert, is simply too disquieting. To be a serious writer becomes laughable; he's a waylaid conjurer, more basically a salesman close to death; the magician in the attic whom is happily ignored until the requiem of death has us scrambling for the foulest potions of life. 

Keep in mind, subjects broached or botched at Brainbooger.com are fleeting, whimsical folly into a world of abstraction, a booger flickethed upon the.  It's a torrid affair from then on, peculiar wisdom playing the uncompromising mistress. 

One must have guts to enjoy truth outside of convention, and be willing to maintain it in secrecy or face retribution. 

After ingesting a booger, either a new basis for philosophy and judgment will ultimately result, bringing some healthy chaos to the world, or else it ends in the round file after a poignant 'puh'.  Whatever. 

Nevertheless, the stayed and marketed concepts of life, love, and the codes of conduct choking the vitality from human affairs need to be revised as the technologies that control our movements and orchestrate our thoughts are revised by the mad scientists.

The rock-chucking whims of the horse and buggy age were chaperoned by the metaphorical magic of the 20th century artistic-historian, not the scientist. 

Now a new, young breed of intellectual and artist must take the reins—able to perceive without the beer-goggles of pop culture--to steer us happily through this age of neurotic self-absorption festering between the lines of decaying social contracts, disallowing technology to run the show and commute the drab manifestations of intellectual inferiority. 

Before ‘modern technology’ the affects of deception and dullness spread slower, with less penetration, and were largely avoidable by those whom chose to maintain a semblance of individual spirit in solidarity. 

Now it’s a circus; Britney Spears coos and 'bloggers' lament.  Liars and cheaters still operate in relative secrecy, but these days our humanity is rarely spared the spectacle of lower natures blatantly exploited, yet the corruption of spirit is widely unrecognized due to artistic rendering, e.g. special effects; theatrical exhibitions of morally pernicious states are observed and repudiated as ‘merely’ entertainment are evidently the 'spoons full of sugar' that makes self-delusion go down.

I live in America, our appetites are insatiable, and since sugar and salt make all manner of shit palatable, we're at the trough 24/7, and the brain buffet is always cooking. By the click of a mouse, the pilot lights of fear, greed and all the derivative social emotions are brought to full blaze and fueled for as long as we stay connected; the figurative, thereby the literal connection ferociously maintained, as separation anxiety is the groggy crash from habitual dependency on bi-minute status updates. 

Like pigs forced to live in feces and nosh on byproducts of other pigs, foot and mouth is rampant at the digital trough; severe cases often treated with legal retractions. 

Similar to a rapidly mutating and spreading virus, the dynamic manifestations of human ills dog our inability to adapt fast enough or avoid rapture from digital speed. 

So, there are small degrees of unnoticeable social mutations and disease being spread through ubiquitous and subversive 'social networks', resulting in future arcs of unknown and mass effect. 

We have created a world of hyper-social evolutionary pressure.  What will be the outcome of the inevitable digital bottleneck?  Time will tweet the updates.