gazing into the abyss

Everyone going on about how Trump has had his “Watergate moment” forgets that Watergate wasn’t a moment. The criminal activity began in early 1972. Nixon resigned on August 8, 1974. In between was a daily grind of reporting and protests and people going on with their lives – none of which benefited from panicky overreactions about how the nation was doomed. So buckle in for the long haul. Whatever comes from recent exhausting events, and all the exhausting events of the future, it’s unlikely to happen overnight.

But social media doesn’t thrive on people quietly grinding through their days. It thrives on alarmism, on making every day sound like the most elaborate and shocking episode yet in the soap opera that is reality. And that depresses people because if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss asks Mike Huckabee to tell you a shitty “joke.”

Constant outrage and fear are not healthy. It makes people stressed, tired, and sad. And it makes people wonder when something will be done. Well, things have been done. But you aren’t being given a chance to savor them because other people are constantly yelling at you about how today’s new development is definitely the one that changes history forever and anyone who believes otherwise is a traitor. So let’s pause for a moment and take stock.

Your Anti-Trump Efforts Are Working

Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster… for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.
—  Friedrich Nietzsche
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“He who fights monsters must take care, lest he himself become a monster in the process. For when you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” -Mephisto 💜

anonymous asked:

So, as a Morrowind veteran, how do you feel about that cliffracer attack the Warden has? Did you see the ESO Live video showing it?

As someone who has been thoroughly victimized by cliff racers in Morrowind I do feel a certain dark joy in knowing that soon I may inflict the same horror upon others. A spammable, screeching menace to the face. Where is your Saint Jiub now?