The internet was a mistake. That’s not hyperbole, not some glib, cynical, fatalist, jaded throwaway judgment. The internet is ruining us as a species. We were better off without it, without this hideous, insidious, digital drug that we dose ourselves with throughout the day. We’ve become maintenance users of the most dangerous narcotic in history. What has it cost us? Real connection, and are we even able to comprehend the pricelessness of what real connection means, and what we’ve allowed to whither away? But it’s much more than even that. The physical institutions that facilitated real connection are disappearing forever. Everything is closing up shop around us. We’re being drawn into the fake reality of the screen with all its lights, sounds, and seductive filth, all within arm’s reach, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, for the rest of our godforsaken lives. The problem is this: how do we stage an intervention when everyone is an addict?
If a button existed that when pushed would delete the internet forever, along with knowledge of how to recreate it, and even the memory of it, I would push it. I hate it more than I’ve ever hated anything. I hate the eradication of connection, of boredom which is the seedbed of the growth of our soul, of character development, of the creativity it stifles and the sloth it encourages. We were better without it. With it, we’re collectively sinking into an eternal sleep. We’re becoming lost in a funhouse mirror maze. And we’re fostering the addiction in children as quickly as possible. When we stare into our screens, we gaze into an abyss that is slowly siphoning our life force, and in its place grows a hideous void.
Fathers.
This should be your biggest takeaway from the events of the past week. pic.twitter.com/GRcE3XWagU
— The Middle-earth Mixer (@MiddleearthMixr) September 17, 2025
