The Theatre of the “After-the-Fact”
Every night, across our 70-inch UHD screens, the “Experts” are summoned. We see the Watchers, the Listeners, and the Profilers—the high priests of the “eyebrow-rustling-in-the-wind” theoretical model. They sit in clinical studios, analyzing the wreckage of broken lives with a “psycho-babbling” precision that is as impressive as it is useless.
They tell us exactly why a man became a monster after the crime is committed and the handcuffs are clicked shut. This is what the Institution calls expertise: the ability to describe the smoke with academic flair while standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the arsonist. They study the criminal, but they never dare to look at the factory that built him.
The Institutional Double Standard
While the NGOs, the media, and the government departments give us endless, finger-wagging sermons on domestic violence and misogyny, they maintain a deafening, profitable silence on the industry that fuels it.
They demonize the symptoms—the violent, broken men—while actively protecting the industry that feeds them. They hold press conferences to condemn the fire, while their other hand is busy feeding the fuel into every home, every smartphone, and every child’s pocket.
The Pontificator’s Verdict: The “Mask” is the performative outrage. Behind it, the Institution runs the show, protecting the multi-billion dollar digital slums because they are too integrated into the system to be dismantled. To admit the link between the industry and the violence would be to admit their own complicity.
The Rise of the Anti-Pornist
We don’t need more “Watchers” to tell us what we are seeing. We need an “Anti-Pornist” stance that refuses to follow the institutional script. Whether it’s Kerry Dawson or the man on the street, the mission is the same: to point out the elephant in the room that the “experts” are paid to ignore.
The institutions would rather demonize half the population for their “inherent ways” than spend a single second regulating the demonic websites they promote through their silence. They want you distracted by the “profilers” so you don’t notice the “pushers.”
For 57 years, I have watched this masquerade from the side-lines. I’ve seen the masks change, but the game remains the same. It’s time to stop listening to the “eyebrow-rustlers” and start unmasking the machine that has created the society we now find ourselves.
