Let's face it, the internet has made you god. Or at least a god. Everyone else with web access is a god now too. Think about it. What's the most amazing quality gods have? Why they're all knowing, of course. All knowing. All seeing. Like you.
It's pretty typical to take superpowers for granted. So here are a few examples.
You used to think that the civil rights movement was over and the battle for racial equality won. But then the internet showed you black men getting mowed down like weeds. You witnessed a militarized police force killing blacks without consequence. You saw Baton Rouge and North Miami and you never had to leave your basement or change out of your pajamas. You observed it first hand and when you did, you knew better.
You thought that invading Iraq only burdened the guilty Iraqis. You never saw a U.S. soldier's coffin because your government didn't want you to see it. You could keep on believing we were the good guys, with our globe-trotting military, righting wrongs. No down side. Just bye bye bad guys. Oh look, there's U.S. government approved footage of Saddam Hussein's execution. Maybe you even felt a little divine retribution, and a little joy, over a job well done.
But then there was Chelsea Manning and Wikileaks and you saw the footage - hidden from you by the U.S. government - of a Reuters photographer getting mowed down along with some very cute little children. You looked on the internet and your god-power began to grow. You ran a quick web search of the terms "veteran" and "suicide" and the search engine showed you the loss on "your" side. And you knew better.
You bought pretty clothes at Macy's or cheap clothes at WAL*MART and didn't think twice about the U.S. jobs that went overseas. You believed the stories about the U.S. wages being too high and never considered that the real savings offered by foreign factories were the slapdash working conditions and subsequent lack of codes enforcers. But then the internet made you god and you saw the collapsed ruins of the factory where your clothes were made. You got your god ability so quickly that time, that you got to look at the rubble while people were still inside: dying. And face it, god, you knew better.
Bewildered, guilty, you shunned your omnipotence and turned on the approved mainstream media. They changed the subject; took your mind off the blood on your new blouse. You got the 30 second soundbite about refugees and foreigners hurting your country, your future, your kids, you. How very ungodlike not to use your powers, to let others think for you. What kind of god would have believed Eve when she said she didn't bite the apple? What kind of Bible would read, "And then BEHOLD, God turned away and said, I'D RATHER NOT KNOWETH?"
But then you remembered your cousin Jinny was sending you her bread pudding recipe, so you hopped onto Facebook and your newsfeed showed that viral picture of the 3-year-old child - bloody and filthy - from a bomb strike in Syria. And you knew that's what a refugee really looked like. Your god power told you that he, his parents, and a world full of people like him are victims in need of your care. Despite the rants from angry politicians on CNN or FOX, you saw the little boy, and you knew better.
The internet has made you god, but what have you done with the power? Oh, I hear you. I hear your protests that being a god requires more than omniscience. It requires the ability to act in some large universal way. You think you don't have that god power. But you do. You act largely and universally whenever you want.
Remember when you saw all your friends - some of them lived thousands of miles away and they were in back yards you'd never seen before or even thought about visiting because you can't afford a plane ticket to Amherst, Massachusetts or Henderson, Nevada or Fill-in-the-Blank, USA - and you watched their wives, sons, neighbors pour buckets of ice water over their heads. Remember when your omniscience gave you the power to pool $220 million! Goddamn, that was impressive! That beats the hell out of making some wine for a wedding, don't ya think? You pretend you don't have the power, but yeah, you know better.
So, god, you know that you know some pretty awful things. And you know that the awful things your god powers have shown you are true. And you know that you're even responsible for some of them.
Better yet, you know you've got the power to change them. You know you can free Chelsea Manning, welcome refugees, seek justice, manufacture sustainably, protect the environment, even provide healthcare, cures and more.
So, god, what you gonna do now that you know, that you know better.