With you there. Hearing this shit from liberal friends has been melting my brain and i think the time has finally come to organize, or at the very least commiserate with comrades irl.
"No she's not great on the Palestine thing but..." 
There was a big, high wall there that tried to stop me
A sign was painted said "Private Property"
But on the backside, it didn't say nothing
This verse has been looping my head the past couple weeks, I'm bumping it.
I'm turning it up until the speakers blow
No officer i neither have nor will i ever fuck a couch 
Yeahh, holding the (leaded) solder with my mouth while I'm placing components is definitely not something I do each time I'm on the iron.
This is an argument against nihilism that's emerged online. It's not "Holocaust denial people? eh, everything ends," it's "the internet trivializes genocide denial by treating it as a silly social trend instead of a real existing tendency, effectively reducing it to noise that nobody will pay attention to."
His goofy scaremongering about women posting kink stuff
I don't see the bit about the lowercase nymphets as scaremongering. It's about this drive for increasingly provocative content that is trying harder and harder to capture our attention and, somehow, our money. Wild and crazy kinks? Cool. Wild and crazy kinks created entirely to capture attention online, backed by the capitalist profit incentive? Kinda cringe.
or people NOT HAVING SEX CUZ COMPUTER (classic bullshit comments have been removed from hexbear for) among other things, tells me what I know about this guy.
Why's this bullshit? Has there not been a loss of intimacy since phones and the internet? Cause I gotta say, I'm a pretty lonely mf'er right now and, being totally transparent out here, this would have been a much harder situation to get myself in without internet porn and reddit/YouTube bullshit. And even sample size of one and all, are you going to totally deny a causal relationship between the rise of the internet and the apparent loneliness everywhere?
That being said, he's British, and well uhh... oof.
Eh, I guess I'll defend him a bit because I do read him pretty often.
He's definitely got a Marxist kernel in his writings. If you go back and look at his older stuff it's pretty on-brand ML internet blogging. That being said, he's by no means a "good communist" in any sense, but i don't think he's trying to be. I think a few years ago he made a shift towards a literary approach, where the arguments he explicitly makes in an essay may not necessarily be what the actual intention of the piece is, and he will often turn what you think is a cut-and-dry op-ed about some recent event into a totally hallucinatory retelling from some events from the middle ages. The point he's making is often entirely unclear, and honestly i kinda vibe with that sometimes.
Here, though, i think he's making some pretty clear arguments (though the whole "the internet is literally going to end" may not actually be one of them). A big part of what he's saying about the internet is that what you find on it just doesn't fucking mean anything. His bit about the Holocaust isn't about an actual existing increase of Holocaust denial, which may be occurring, but rather about bullshit articles that claim that there is without any actual basis in reality. It's just people making shit up for clicks. This isn't new, it's always been a part of the internet, but it's reaching a point where the signal-to-noise ratio is converging on zero, where everything is all meaningless slop which is making our lives worse.
The internet has enabled us to live, for the first time, entirely apart from other people. It replaces everything good in life with a low-resolution simulation. A handful of sugar instead of a meal: addictive but empty, just enough to keep you alive. It even seems to be killing off sex, replacing it with more cheap, synthetic ersatz. Our most basic biological drives simply wither in its cold blue light. People will cheerfully admit that the internet has destroyed their attention spans, but what it’s really done away with is your ability to think. Usually, when I’m doing something boring but necessary—the washing up, or walking to the post office—I’ll constantly interrupt myself; there’s a little Joycean warbling from the back of my brain. ‘Boredom is the dream bird that broods the egg of experience.’ But when I’m listlessly killing time on the internet, there is nothing. The mind does not wander. I am not there. That rectangular hole spews out war crimes and cutesy comedies and affirmations and porn, all of it mixed together into one general-purpose informational goo, and I remain in its trance, the lifeless scroll, twitching against the screen until the sky goes dark and I’m one day closer to the end. You lose hours to—what? An endless slideshow of barely interesting images and actively unpleasant text. Oh, cool—more memes! You know it’s all very boring, brooding nothing, but the internet addicts you to your own boredom. I’ve tried heroin: this is worse. More numb, more blank, more nowhere. A portable suicide booth; a device for turning off your entire existence. Death is no longer waiting for you at the far end of life. It eats away at your short span from the inside out.
Say he's wrong.
Somebody posted this article here a couple years ago with the thesis that the internet will not survive, and that was before LM saturation.