This reminds me of an old story...

Once upon a time there was a city.

In the middle of the city there was a huge and very popular meeting place where everyone gathered and talked and shared ideas.

The meeting place had only one rule: "No shitting on other people".

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The people agreed that it was a good rule and they met and talked and didn't shit on each other and were happy.

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By and by a politician wanted to take advantage of the meeting place to talk to all of the people at once.

The owner thought it was a good idea and said "everyone is welcome but you must obey our one rule".

The politician agreed.

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Day after day, the politician talked and talked and people listened, but there was a bad smell in the air.

People thought that the politician was not obeying the rule and complained to the owner that they were being shat on.

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The owner assured the people that the politician wouldn't do something like that deliberately but agreed that it was only fair to warn people.

So, whenever the smell was bad the owner made the politician wear a blue badge to advise that there may be shit in the air.

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One day the politician lost a democratic election and was in a very bad mood.

He came to the meeting place and shouted at everyone.

Then he shat in his own hands and threw it around the room.

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He encouraged his friends to do the same, saying that he would definitely throw shit at them, if they didn't throw it at others.

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People shouted, but the shit kept coming.

There seemed to be no end.

The owner could see he had no choice but to throw the politician out and ban him from returning.

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Soon after, people started to ask whether the rule should apply to politicians.

They discussed whether there was a culture of cancellation that might be threatening their constitutional right to throw shit.

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But they were a clever people, so they quickly decided that that was bollocks.

And they all lived happily ever after.

The End.

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Great article from @AsheSchow. I lived thru the 'Satanic Panic' of the 1980's/early 1990's asking myself "Has eveyrbody lost their GODDAMN MINDS?!"


The 3 big things that made the 1980's/early 1990's surreal for me.

1) Satanic Panic - satanism in the day cares ahhhh!

2) "Repressed memory" syndrome

3) Facilitated Communication [FC]

All 3 led to massive abuse.

"Therapists" -and I use the term to describe these quacks loosely - would hypnotize people & convince they they were 'reliving' past memories of Mom & Dad killing babies in Satanic rituals in the basement while they were growing up.

Other 'therapists' would badger kids until they invented stories about watching alligators eat babies dropped into a lake from a hot air balloon. Kids would deny anything happened for hours until the therapist 'broke through' and 'found' the 'truth'.

FC was a movement that started with the claim severely handicapped individuals were able to 'type' legible sentences & communicate if a 'helper' guided their hands over a keyboard.

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