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I can kinda see where the fluthers are coming from. Something in them seems to realize that the desire to prolong life indefinitely is a modern perversion and itself an inward surrender to some oppressive and alien force of abstraction realized numerically in data and statistics.
They know, on some level, that we& #39;re cucked by our own ability to acquire information, and the gaping disjunction between what& #39;s revealed in the data and what& #39;s manifest in day-to-day life only adds to the humiliation.
They appreciate on a keen level that America is not a close community, and some number of millions dead really doesn& #39;t matter if it& #39;s only available to them as a configuration of computerized pixels spelling out the words "millions dead" -- a semiotically groundless revelation.
"Millions dead," they understand, really means "two people you know may die." And if that& #39;s the sacrifice required to stop what appears to be a new wave of surveillance from Big Tech, the end of meaningful work (to them), more regulations to make life miserable, etc., seems fair.
They also, I think, assume that the damage (whatever it is) is more or less a foregone conclusion, but it can only get worse over time. The "exceptional state" of The Sovereign that we fantasize about when reading superhero comics has crusted over into some perverse "new normal."
But at the same time, they& #39;re not thinking about this like Nietzsche& #39;s Superman, or Kierkegaard& #39;s Knight of Infinite Resignation, and those ethical stances seem to be the most immediately available ones to choose from. There& #39;s no Romantic strain in how they& #39;re looking at this.
