Decoys And Other Fakes
When we constructed the interstate system, we simply bypassed much of our country's intricate variety. Still, in spite of losing this national character, there are those who get their kicks motoring the monotonous I-ways of America. They find a comfortable routine in the coast to coast, border to border ennui of signs for toll collection, motels, chain restaurants and gas stations.
But some blotches of local personality remain, concealed in this national humdrum. For instance, one of the oddball pleasures of driving along I-95 tempts the motorist at Havre de Grace, Maryland.
At exit 89, to be precise, is a billboard for the Decoy Capital of the World. That's right, there's an actual museum for hunters who want to kill ducks and other birds, blow them out of the sky. That's not my kind of thing, but my mind has wandered, curious as I've coped with the interstate boredom at exit 89, whether there is an actual decoy museum, or if when you get there it's nothing but a sign, a decoy fake -- a year-round April Fool's joke.
Such is the state of the demented mind badly in need of a rest stop. ("Don't worry, if you can hold it just a few minutes, there's one nearby.")
I've had similar tortured fantasies as I've meandered along the information highways in more modern times. I embrace a fundamental law of cyber-life: "Never believe anything you see on the internet." That applies to social media postings that have no constraints on misinformation, along with the commercial advertising that rocks to a deceptive algorithmic tempo all its own and whispers, "You're being duped."
Emails are even more underhanded. How many thousands of them have you gotten, pretending to be from royalty and claiming that you personally have received a large inheritance -- all you have to do is send a few hundred or few thousand dollars to get it?
Communication has been so corrupted that you can't even trust the calls you receive from Social Security or the IRS, warning you that you're about to be arrested unless you send gift certificates to the authorities.
Back to emails, my personal favorites are the ones making some fictitious claim. Then you receive another email, on official looking letterhead, warning you that the original was a fraud. Except that it's a fraud too, with a link to share personal information or some other cybermarker with a certain secret Russian or Baltic hacker or phisherman lurking out there.
But the anti-social media are the absolute worst. Tucked among the cute doggy pictures and videos of daddy and mommy coming home from a dangerous military outpost are the advocacy lie mongers, the troll farmers, the purveyors of "alternative facts." If it's too scandalous to be true, it is. Actually, it's the contemporary version of something that's been around for much of history. It's the smear campaign, the political lie, all gussied up in the latest version of the technological pandemic. Unlike the coronavirus, where there seems to be a cure in reach, the main impediments are only the humans with distorted political thinking and no common sense whatsoever; they don't even wear a simple mask until the deadly threat subsides. But there is no end in sight for the cyber scourge, no light at the end of the tunnel, just more tunnels ... hiding whatever dark money for mischief it can buy from political hucksters.
Wherever our infrastructure can take us, the principles of leadership are hidden in the folds of a worldwide web that is impenetrable, particularly the sections that the politicians have reserved for themselves. Unlike any repairs involving concrete they may have contrived, the technological bells and whistles rust out. That's because they are fake and deep, con artists making increasingly complex but effective decoys and fooling everybody.
(c) 2021 Bob Franken
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