Hardly does a day go by in which I am not reminded of the blurring of the distinction between facts (often wistfully known as “the truth”) and opinions. On the rare days I am not reminded, it is only because I haven’t been as attentive to online content as I “should” be. As it often seems that my life consists of online content, avoiding such content becomes another life-avoidance scheme.
Or should I say reality-avoidance? I hate it when the opinions of other people are the only reality, because I am as sick of their opinions as I am of my own. That probably reflects too many years being online, and endlessly reading the opinions and then spouting off with some of my own. Factor in that most of the opinions involve politics (something I dislike intensely but keep up out of a twisted sense of obligation), and it is not surprising that a sense of burnout would develop. I complain about the sense of burnout all the time, but that’s even more tedious, because I hate to do my daily blog burnout routine in the same way I hate doing my strenuous daily exercises but do them anyway. Which means that writing a blog post is often like doing 120 pushups. Both are “good for me.” The difference is that even though I hate doing the pushups, and the damned chinups, and the even more damnable three-mile-runs, they are easier to do in the sense that I don’t have to be creative or original. A self-imposed requirement of daily original creativity is a lot more onerous.
Reflecting on the unresolvable Chernobyl data recently, I worried that the blurring between truth and opinion tended to prove post modernists were at least partially right.
If basic data is not there, that means that most of what we used to consider hard, factual truth will have been rendered simply matters of opinion. (The extreme skepticism over “scientific” data said to be global warming “evidence” as well as extreme skepticism over basic vital statistics are but two stark examples. Personal experience has made me become skeptical over Google road maps, which have directed me to roads that turned out never to have existed.)
Truth is opinion?
Just what I used to hate the Post-modernists for saying.
What could suck more than that?
I don’t know, but I liked Dave’s response to a glum pronouncement that “we are living in an era of public life with no referee — and no common understandings between fair and unfair, between relevant and trivial, or even between facts and fantasy.”
Dave reminded me that if there is a silver lining in this cloud, it might be that at least the MSM is no longer the arbiter of truth.
the age of the MSM deciding what’s innuendo and what’s a real story is slowly dying.
Pravda is no longer pravda.
I can handle that!
But apparently Robert Gibbs can’t:
“There are no more arbiters of truth,” said former White House press secretary Robert Gibbs. “So whatever you can prove factually, somebody else can find something else and point to it with enough ferocity to get people to believe it. We’ve crossed some Rubicon into the unknown.”
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5 responses to “Another day, another Rubicon!”
More of a sewer, actually.
I thought we’d already discussed this.
Facts and reality are so bourgeois.
Never let them get in the way of doing what’s right.
Sewer. State.
Precisely.
Rube-a-con. Where conning the rubes doesn’t work the way it used to.
Caesar crossed the Rubicon the other way, towards Rome, which was what was forbidden.