The Sky is Falling:

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Why I Call It “The Sky Is Falling” Chicken Little saw something fall from the sky and sounded the alarm. Everyone laughed, called him crazy, told him to calm down. But the story was never about panic — it was about how truth-tellers get dismissed. I use it because that’s where we are now. The warnings are real, but the world is too busy mocking the messenger to see the cracks above its head. The Great Dismissal They told you not to believe your eyes. They told you that what you saw was just imagination, a glitch in your perception, a distortion of the truth. They told you that Chicken Little was crazy. That the sky could never fall. That panic was worse than awar eness, and silence was safer than standing alone. But look around you now. The sky is falling. The books are burning again—not in piles of flame and smoke, but in classrooms stripped of truth, in libraries emptied of history, in laws written to erase our collective memory. The lessons of oppression are being rewritten to flat...

Misinformation

If fear is the spark, misinformation is the fuel. The corporation doesn’t just control with cages and guns—it controls with stories.

From the very beginning, lies have been dressed up as truth to justify violence. Enslaved Africans were called “savages,” so their labor could be stolen in the name of “civilization.” Jim Crow painted Black people as criminals, so segregation looked like safety. During the “war on drugs,” entire communities were demonized so that mass incarceration could be sold as “justice.” After 9/11, Muslims were branded as terrorists so endless wars and surveillance could be disguised as “protection.”

The pattern never changes:

  1. Pick a villain. A scapegoat, a face for the fear.

  2. Spread the lie. Repeat it in newspapers, on TV, now on social media—until it feels like common sense.

  3. Justify the violence. When the state arrests, bombs, cages, or kills, it doesn’t look like oppression. It looks like safety.

  4. Move on to the next group. Yesterday it was slaves. Then it was immigrants. Then it was protestors. Tomorrow, it could be you.

Now, the battlefield has shifted. Lies no longer crawl—they fly at the speed of Wi-Fi. A headline, a meme, a deepfake video can circle the globe before truth has even opened its eyes. Algorithms don’t care about accuracy; they care about attention. Outrage, fear, division—these spread faster than facts, and the corporation knows it.

Think about it:

  • A protestor becomes a “thug” in a 15-second clip stripped of context.

  • An immigrant family becomes an “invasion” through one viral headline.

  • A politician’s mistake becomes a scandal amplified by bots, while real corruption gets buried under noise.

  • Entire communities are fed targeted ads designed to pit neighbor against neighbor.

Misinformation today is more dangerous than ever because it doesn’t just convince us of lies—it isolates us into different realities. Two people standing in the same street, breathing the same air, scrolling the same phone—yet living in completely different worlds shaped by what the feed chooses to show.

This is how misinformation works: it makes oppression look like order, and truth look like chaos. It convinces the public to cheer for their neighbor’s suffering, never realizing they are next in line.

But history teaches us something else too: truth always survives. Enslaved people sang it in the fields. Activists shouted it from jail cells. Families passed it down when textbooks erased it. Truth is a stubborn thing—it waits, patient, until someone is brave enough to speak it again.

Misinformation shapes headlines. But truth shapes movements. And every generation that refuses the lie proves the same thing: the corporation is not invincible.

The danger isn’t just that we are being lied to. The danger is that we are being trained to prefer the lie—until we no longer recognize the truth when it stands before us.

And once the truth is buried deep enough, the corporation doesn’t need chains—it only needs your silence.

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