March, 2021 archive
The Trollish Trait 0
Frontiers in Psychology presents a study of those who participate in hate-full conduct on line and finds a common trait. The full report detailing the study’s methodology and findings is at the link; here’s a bit (emphasis added).
Beyond the Voter Fraud Fraud 0
This is what happens when the voter fraud fraudsters start to believe their own lies.
Honest to Pete, Alfred P. Newman wouldn’t have bought this for a story line in Mad Magazine.
Vaccine Nation 0
Marjorie Taylor Greene ramps up the Quazy.
The stupid. It burns.
“Nor Any Drop To Drink . . . .” 0
Methinks Noz has a point.
Merchant of Hate 0
In a powerful essay at The Roanoke Times, Paul Angermeier reflects on the legacy of Rush Limbaugh.
I commend his piece to your attention.
“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 0
When making a purchase, be polite to others waiting in the checkout line.
It’s All about the Eyeballs 0
At Psychology Today Blogs, Susan A. Nolan and Michael Kimball cite research that persons care more about eyeballs than accuracy when they “share” stuff on “social” media. Here are their main points; follow the link for a discussion of each.
- New U.S.-based research finds that we’re good at spotting inaccurate social media headlines, but if they are in line with our politics, we often share them anyway.
- When deciding what to share, we value getting likes and demonstrating our political allegiances more than we value accuracy.
- The pattern of sharing inaccurate posts occurs among both Republicans and Democrats.
And Now for a Musical Interlude 0
Via the 1920’s Radio Network (which I am fortunate enough to be able to receive on my FM dial, as I live in their over-the-air broadcast area).
Scars 0
At the San Francisco Chronicle, Cynthia Lin Sugiyama writes powerfully of her experiences with anti-Asian racism and bigotry as she grew up in the United States. Here’s how she starts her tale:
I remember the day I was targeted just because I was Asian.
I was 7, maybe 8? It was sunny. I was outdoors, happy and carefree. A group of much bigger, older Caucasian boys started walking toward me. That alone scared me. When they then proceeded to poke fun at me, saying, “Ching ching, chong chong,” laughing hysterically as they walked off, that then scarred me.
Follow the link for the rest.
