Oh, I love how the internet works now.Someone’s account starts spitting out pure encrypted demon tongue — posts flip to gibberish, letters look like a ransom note had a stroke, timestamps don’t add up — and what do people do?Do they say, “Hey, maybe this person’s hacked, maybe something’s wrong, maybe we should help”?Nope. They go, “Wow… another crazy person posting nonsense. Block. Mute. Next.”Like there’s suddenly a worldwide epidemic of people waking up and deciding, “You know what? Today I’m going to type like a toaster having a seizure.”As if there isn’t someone out there with way too much access, too many tools, and zero conscience, screwing with people’s accounts like it’s a video game side quest. No, no, that would require critical thinking. That would require noticing patterns. That would require admitting, “Huh, maybe the system is broken, not the human.”Instead, they treat hacked users like a new species:“Here we have the Common Gibberish Poster, known for saying absolutely nothing while clearly screaming for help.”And when the person says, “Guys, something’s wrong, I’m being targeted,” the response is:“Sure you are, buddy. Now go sit with the other ‘nonsense posters’ in the corner while we pretend the tech is perfect and the platforms care.”Because in 2026, if your account looks compromised, people don’t ask who did it.They ask, “Why are you so weird?”It’s amazing. The more obvious the abuse of access gets, the more everyone decides it must be mental illness, not malicious intent. Like hackers and stalkers don’t exist, just a billion folks spontaneously inventing a new glitch-language for fun.But sure, let’s keep calling them “crazy” instead of “victims.” That way nobody has to admit the system’s wide open and nobody important has to lift a finger.
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