Tell him that we fucking reprogrammed reality. Tell him that language is a virus and that religion is an operating system and that prayers are just so much fucking spam. ~Technical Boy from Neil Gaiman’s American Gods.
In a post-truth reality, the powers that be garner popular opinion by reprogramming reality aligning it with the story casting themselves in the brightest light while casting a cold blue shadow on their opponent like the shadow’s moon of a frigid winters night during the short day solstice, short of breath for light is breathing.
The images they spew with flowery prose tricking followers into believing shit smells like rose and syphilis is sexy are little more than viruses infecting our brains attacking the thinking centers until we accept the virus as truth and unpleasant truth as fictitious lies until we become the infestation, another link in the genome destroying logic and reason from the inside, the core of the operating system responsible for fundamental actions.
Rather than use reason to solve the problems, the virus prays to the mothership, to those extolling post truths digging the reality vacuum deeper until the ability to think independently is sucked into the black hole of a soul we have willingly sacrificed to the powers that be because the illusion of a one-sided victory in the short terms overrides a compromised victory in which sides don’t matter and we all win.