The Yellow Wall Syndrome

Written by Ceros the Writer

Originally written on March 19th, 2012

The Yellow Wall Syndrome

Another wall blocked the road. It never ceased to amaze how many could be found. For as far traveled and searched the roads in this network of highways were used you would be safe to assume there would be more options. Stretched across endless land, both fertile and rotten, the highways and fields never seemed to be built with the intent of ever having to end, much less be quarantined off.

Yellow warning signs were painted high and wide enough among these walls to see for miles, warning others away with the sheer enormity of their ominous messages of the unknown threat that lay beyond its borders.

"Access prohibited", they mostly stated, only mildly specifying what was dangerous in the first place. For the most part they were surprisingly blunt, and sometimes questionably vague. With reasoning for quarantine ranging from vile to rude, disruptive, intellectually inadequate, unnecessary, and among those every once and a while the vague "prohibited forums content" would appear to block your approach.

"Prohibited forums content" was always the odd standout in the compilation. While it could be understandable to end access to places that could have negative implications toward the workers of the city "forums content" was always the most baffling. What would certain "forums" have within them that would pose such a threat? Promotion of alcohol or drug use? Use of racism? Enthusiastic calls to arms for civil disobedience and bureaucratic reform? Maybe someone's profile picture looked stupid to them? Questions that never seemed to have answers, for a problem that did not seem to have any solutions, or clear sign of direction.

For awhile it was not considerably annoying, but that was before the whole countryside was systematically and suspiciously replaced with practically miles worth of an endless sea of walls. Big walls, small walls, long walls, tall walls, the whole nine yards when it came to how many different types of walls you could ever think possible, or impossible, to exist.

Some walls forbid access to once harmless and necessary information and knowledge, the exact opposite of what was once the final word on "intellectually inadequate". But most knowledge now is deemed inadequate thanks to the walls. And in a weird way I've gotten used to them. Sure, it's easy to point out that you can barely break through the endless filter of them to get to anything remotely useful, but I digress. If the {Prohibited! The implication and possible slander of the group mentioned in this article has been blocked to keep the article unbiased. If you would like to have this information unblocked, please contact your local internet supervisor.} would like to keep us safe I see no reason why people would consider them complete {Prohibited! Possibly rude and vile language could have been sarcastically used for slander here.} , especially since the walls have guarded us against so much. By simply looking out the window of my small apartment housing I can look out at the glorious field of walls that used to be a glorious field of knowledge, and stand proud in the understanding that we never seemed to need it in the first place.

I take joy in knowing that I can no longer find, obtain, and use useful information for the greater good, or help out in the community at large.

When all is said and done, and those after us look back at the seemingly trivial censorship that will guard them into the future, I hope they realize that {Prohibited! This 200 year old article has no logical or ethical grounds to support its unnecessary and intellectually inadequate satirical argument, and as such the last statement in this article has been blocked for your convenience and safety.}

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