Internet history might refer to things that happened twenty years ago or last Tuesday. You don’t know. Neither do I. For more progressive readers, history doesn’t exist at all.

How can it? When your world view centers on the notion that there are no facts, truth belongs to the individual, and nobody has to recognize somebody else’s, history is an abomination. To look at what somebody said or did is to bring up something dangerously close to old-fashioned truth. Facts might be found, and it takes effort to refute them. Not a lot, mind, but it is still a non-zero cost.

Of course, how can you trust the internet? Everything is easily edited away. Even people. Did you commit a horrible crime? No problem, you can just delete your Facebook page and Twitter stream and the press won’t have anything to report. Edit that Wikipedia article! You never happened. The reasons for your actions can’t be inferred from your internet leavings.

Or perhaps somebody can create those things so they can be.

Thus we need Internet Historians. These people, heroes really, can sift thru the bilge at the bottom of the ‘net to determine fact from fake, truth from fiction, authenticity from forgery. They will make small fortunes. Really small fortunes, probably pennies per hour. We don’t have them yet, not really, but they are on the horizon. The author who documents Gamergate or Green “Climate Change” fraud or Planned Parenthood atrocities might be able to make a bit of scratch, and perhaps serve as a beacon to others.

Ancient Internet History. Keep this in mind as you read Tempest in a Teardrop over the next couple of weeks. We are dealing with the early days of the 2015 Hugo Saga. Hyperbolically, of course, yet hyperbole must anchor on some bit of truth, otherwise it is neither satire nor funny. Even now, the CHORFs deny the mutterings they made in the ancient past, all of four months ago.