Death By Meta
The large room was dimly lit, just a few bare bulbs scattered amongst the beams of the darkened ceiling.
A figure sat in the shadows. The young man was literally tied to the chair. Before him sat a computer screen. On the screen were the bright logo and graphics of a web site, a political blog. It was, in fact, an extended comment thread. The abductee had been seated in a position to directly view the many, many comments.
"No, no more, please!!!", he pleaded. "No more meta!!!"
The man began to quiver violently. The pace of his shaking increased markedly. Suddenly he fell to the floor, eyes rolling back into his head.
Another victim of meta.
Give generously to the fight against meta.
A figure sat in the shadows. The young man was literally tied to the chair. Before him sat a computer screen. On the screen were the bright logo and graphics of a web site, a political blog. It was, in fact, an extended comment thread. The abductee had been seated in a position to directly view the many, many comments.
"No, no more, please!!!", he pleaded. "No more meta!!!"
The man began to quiver violently. The pace of his shaking increased markedly. Suddenly he fell to the floor, eyes rolling back into his head.
Another victim of meta.
Give generously to the fight against meta.
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