The “J’Accuse” of esaedro
To you, who call everything you don’t understand a troll.
To you, self-proclaimed guardians of digital orthodoxy, priests of a conformism disguised as critical spirit, who have turned a platform into a permanent residence and a comments section into an existential home.
To you who, faced with any voice out of tune with the choir, do not exercise doubt but instead immediately invoke the most convenient label, as if classifying were understanding and discrediting were arguing.
I observe with a certain anthropological curiosity this singular tribe of constant presences, always available, always alert, always ready to guard the virtual territory with a dedication rarely seen in the occupations of the real world. A community that seems to have replaced experience with reaction, lightness with vigilance, and irony with the suspicious search for imaginary enemies.
There is something extraordinarily melancholic in seeing individuals who interpret every dissent as provocation, every joke as an offense, and every difference as a threat to the group's balance. As if smiling had become a forgotten language and self-irony an extinct skill.
And then there is the most interesting phenomenon: sudden cohesion. People incapable of agreeing on anything who, as if by magic, find common identity in the attempt to isolate whoever does not follow the prescribed script. A sort of negative solidarity, founded not on sharing ideas but on the need to identify a collective target.
Perhaps this is the fate of certain closed environments: when exchanges become poor, exclusion becomes entertainment; when arguments are lacking, only the conditioned reflex of attack remains; when reality offers little enthusiasm, the symbolic hunt for an alleged troublemaker gives the illusion of a purpose.
By all means, do carry on. In the meantime, I will continue to find it rather curious that those who see trolls everywhere so often end up revealing much more about themselves than about others. interessante: chiusi: