There are a couple of good takes on the Saga, Comixology, and Apple rage hangover.
It’s extremely upsetting when a damaging claim turns out to have been false. We need to be outraged by this, or the whole system of fact-based accountability breaks down. As mad as you or I or anybody else may have been about the alleged misdeed by Apple, we should be at least as mad that we were misled to believe it was true.
It seems there’s a new storm of internet outrage every day. The target could be anyone. You could be loved one minute, and that love can be used as a justification for anger against you the next. The reasons people are angry are often valid, but after a while those reasons don’t seem like they’re that important any more.
It’s almost as if people are already deeply angry and looking for an outlet—any outlet. Whenever it hits I’m reminded of this passage from Nineteen Eighty-Four:
The horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but that it was impossible to avoid joining in. Within thirty seconds any pretence was always unnecessary. A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one’s will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic. And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp.
Sadly, that sounds like a lot of the discourse on the internet to me.