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The last television I owned was 1992.

Our last one was about 24 years old. Can't remember when we got rid of it.

Our life is definitely better without commercials.

We have an older 60 inch Samsung in the living room. The streaming app is limited. They updated it, but it was mostly just a skin, and added new apps. Still limited and is slow to load, but it works.

Realized I could also dump the box of tapes I lugged from place to place, too. Haven't owned a TV since then.

At some point movies are going straight to streaming.

I want to drink my own beer, eat my own food and not drive.

Who the fuck wants to watch everything on a computer monitor?

The boomer generation is facing an unprecedented mental crisis, a rift between reality and delusion more severe than any other time in history. Decades of a bubble reality being built in the apex of technologically granted comfort, suddenly popping amidst a twilight of senility.

You’re seeing a number of mental illnesses crop up from recent political upheavals, most prominently Trump Derangement Syndrome. TDS is a mass psychosis incident which actually has very little to do with Trump but rather can be seen as the breaking point of centralized media programming pushed beyond reasonable limits.

Hundreds of thousands of boomers all learned their ability to reason from Pavlovian reaction conditioning. A news anchor tells you a story, they react in the emotional state you’re supposed to feel.

They signal how much you’re supposed to care by how much time is spent on an issue. Complete nothing-issues and nonstories being dragged across the screens over and over until the public vapidly “builds a dialogue” around distracting nonsense. Meanwhile, scandals that threaten financiers are given the barest coverage, nestled in between 30 second blurbs just to avoid the curious asking why the story wasn’t covered at all.

They trained the boomers to repeat talking points and dialogue tropes by introducing panels of complete strangers, subject matter experts with no visible credentials, talking heads being thrust into the living room as if you’re supposed to know who they are or give a fuck about their opinion.

They fed a generation their slop through 5 big sluices, the television, the movie theater, the magazine, the newspaper, and the radio. It was simple, clean, direct, efficient. Then the Internet was invented and a mold started growing beyond anyone’s control.

The Petri dish of uninhibited opinion crept behind the drywall of discourse, spreading across the curious outliers who now had an avenue to reject the slop their retarded parents fed them...

Nick Fuentes is the most prominent face of anti-dogmatic rejection of status quo shibboleths which have ruled polite western civilization for the past century. Whether you consider him a fed plant or a grassroots hero, he is the front facing mask of Generation Z’s complete dismissal of the sacred totems which ruled the subconscious avoidance reflexes of the boomer generation.