Evolution of disinformation


Disinformation is a technique that everyone has used. Those in power, those who rebel, allies, enemies, religions, lobbies, cults, companies, mafias, drug traffickers.
Forever.
Then came the first plot twist.
Just when people thought that a tool like the web could make information more distributed and therefore make it easier to unmask the usual suspects, the opposite happened: taking advantage of the new technology, many other actors entered the disinformation mechanism. Even on an individual basis. Often in the service of a handler, but sometimes even for nothing more than personal gain.
We have reached the point where it is hard to listen to anyone at all, and we should remain skeptical of any kind of information, except for what we gather firsthand with our own senses.
And here is the second "coup de théâtre".
Just when the disinformation system reached its peak complexity, people, instead of increasing their level of general distrust to ensure their own intellectual independence, decided in a totally irrational way to condemn certain sources as "fake" and instead elevate others to a Delphic oracle, without any concrete proof, simply based on their own sympathies. It is a deviant behavior that affects both supporters of official theses and those of "alternative" sources. That is, in most cases, dry media waste and wet media waste. 
What behavioral psychologists like have warned us about through the surprising results of their brilliant experiments is increasingly evident: Daniel Kahneman: humans, far from possessing the baggage of rationality they love to boast about, are confused, fearful, and emotional little beasts, acting according to guidelines dictated by ancestral impulses that have nothing to do with logic or rigorous reasoning.
After centuries of theological disputes, philosophical debates, and scientific research, this, ladies and gentlemen, is the current reality. And it is a realization that has the effect of a cold shower, in winter, in the mountains, out in the open.

This post was machine-translated from Italian.

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