The Only Thing I Have To Say About Gamer Gate

The Only Thing I Have To Say About Gamer Gate

What Shitty Hats Wrought

What Shitty Hats Wrought

Why the games press won’t talk about ethical corruption

Why the games press won’t talk about ethical corruption


I am afflicted.

By the malaise of Luther-King.

But I don’t just have a dream, I have many.

Dreams of the ephemeral.

Of justice, fairness, equality and hope.

Dreams of a world unsullied by bigotry, zealotry, and meaningless distinctions between race and religion.

Dreams of a society equalised.

Not from the top down, by Order, but spontaneously and organically.

Social justice spawning from the chaos of human behaviour.

Dreams of the future.

Science fiction ponderings that have humanity reaching out to the stars and in to a deeper understanding of ourselves.

Dreams of humanity creating an eternal legacy and planting the seeds of a galaxy spanning civilization.

These are the big dreams.

The impossible and unattainable.

These are dreams fed by hope and optimism.

Kept alive by force of will in the face of a world that would tear them down and replace them with personal ambition and individual greed and jealousy.

Then there are the small dreams.

Dreams that one day money will not be a pressing concern.

(To me or anyone else)

Dreams of a life of peace and contentment.

Dreams of having achievements acknowledged and appreciated, skills and ability recognised and rewarded with opportunities for self-improvement and development.

These are my dreams.

And it is unlikely that they will ever come true.

And that’s OK.

Really, it is.

As long as I keep dreaming.


I know it’s trendy to fight the system and cry that we are all becoming slaves of technology, but this attitude overlooks that computers and phones are tools for communicating. When someone thinks I’m an idiot smiling at a machine, I’m actually smiling at my girlfriend who is 10000 miles away and whom I would have never met if not for these newfangled electronics. As they say: when the wise man points to the moon, the fool looks at the finger.

This is a topic that I’ve been wanting to tackle for a while now; much credit to this excellent post for bringing it to the front of my brain.

Technology does not disconnect us from each other unless we let it.