Another conflict? We find ourselves reluctantly embroiled in another Great War. Trump’s attack on the ‘rogue state’ of Iran began on February 28th. We are now in March, and this month-long action has happened to coincide with one of the heaviest snowfalls to bless the ski-colony of Courchevel –– a small, and extremely costly resort 50 kilometres south-west of Mont Blanc. In 1991, at the onset of the Gulf War in Iraq, news of the conflict’s dramatic escalation was broadcast via loudspeakers across the resort’s numerous pistes. Concurrently, the Iraqis who were being targeted by aerial drone had been unable to receive news of Courchevel’s promising snow reports. If only they had known the forecast, perhaps a few would jet over to its bliss, although that may just be speculation. You see now our relationship with CNN is spoiled. Instead one opts to identify their own conclusion, drawn from the boundless feeds of Meta; and perhaps that’s a good thing? This way an individual is privy to all information regardless of their belonging to a minority. It is an advantage of the Internet of Things: for all its labelled cassettes and indexed images, that almost everything can be accessed, and at such speed! However these algorithms of our tech Kings shortcircuits the opportunity to plug the vast gaps of our information privilege. As a consequence of the Internet we could have allowed knowledge to exist open source, accessible to all via a perpetual scroll. O information should be for everyone, used by all; yet it certainly isn’t. So I ask, if one shares an image that arrives simultaneously to their neighbour and a datacentre in Mumbai, then at what point was it determined that Iranians be excluded from this relay of Courchevel’s weather report. Where along the passage of circulation has the Iranian user been labelled as extraneous to the forecast. The users defined as periphery and irrelevant, be that Iranians, Iraqis and in fact any other non-Western population, will instead be drip-fed by the crippled teat of brainrot and humour. Perhaps this relentless stream of images will occupy their thoughts and better mask our outrageous justifications for bloodshed.