The Art of Sedition

Morning Thoughts #277

In narrative formation, you surround the target. You who incite the attack, in an honest world, would rightfully be called the attackers. You who define it without nuance. You set the language coarse enough and then slip between it. Oh, the “evil” you have warned against is the boiling water spilling over, yet it was you who turned on the burner. You do this in the most safe, technically unsafe, proximity. Then inch closer and wait for the obvious effect, eagerly casting yourself again in the role of burn victim.