I should feel bad for many of you kids; you have no idea what's going on, uh?

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Touché. But I got you! Follow along.

Pretend there's a greedy old fuck with an entourage of equals under his belt, but they rather kiss his old wrinkled ass 24 hours a day. He has many "real" followers. He also has blood on his hands. Likewise, he's responsible for murders. He earned a medal for that! Sick, I know. Follow along.

One day, he spends some me-time in a casino penthouse. He opens his laptop and browses the internet. He wants to see not only how many people worship him but also, where the minds of younger folks are. He needs to know. It's a narcissistic thing.

However. Ugh. He chose the wrong starting point! 8Chan. Specifically, Pol.

Oh, boogers. The threads he reads anger him. He had no idea how much people hated his kind with great passion. His dick gets hard. Disturbing, I know. Keep following.

He spent the next twelve hours reading thread after thread.

The 8tards direct him to Reddit. And 4Chan, their copycat. He continues to read how much younger people hate him.

Hours turn into days and nights as he continues to read.

He's been through two 8-ounce jars of lubricant.

Finally, four days later, now on Discord, he sends his first message to the little people along with an image. Wow! One of the richest men in the world is about to communicate with The People who don't have jack shit except their online company. What a special day this is!

Unfortunately, I can't show that image because it's his old gray-haired ball sack, and he didn't think this through, or perhaps his eyes aren't so good because there's a dangle berry (speckle of turd) hanging on a few white hairs, but the message I can share. "Come sit on my face, girls."

OUCH! The fuck is wrong with him?

The people respond with belittlement. Insults. They mock him. "HA HA, old man with shitty balls, KYS!"

Another user replied, "Fuck you, Boomer! STOP BREATHING MY FUCKING AIR!"

Smh. If only they knew who he was, perhaps, they would've shown more respect.

He responds to them with another image I will not show. It's his hairy, uncleaned asshole with a middle finger pointed at the viewer from between his legs.

They ban him. "No one bans me!" he said. Quickly, he stands. He's pissed off as his erection shrivels into an acorn.

The following day, he arranges a meeting. The participants are corporate CEOs, government "folks," a few politicians, a real estate tycoon, foreign leaders, a drug cartel boss, a CCP agent, and one shady feller with a black hood over his face. That guy says, "I'm Kanye West." The room nods, and some sighs. It seems they already knew who he was.

He explains to them, "I got an idea, and it's so crazy."

That was 2015.

Any questions?

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

 

[Shkreliii]

I Dont know how, but i fucking love you, if you were born in 1800's japan as a lowly samurai philosopher your threads would be worshipped today, not kidding. I love you so much, and your threads make me laugh uncontrollably, i only wish to write like you, this is art.

Bump.

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

I Dont know how, but i fucking love you, if you were born in 1800's japan as a lowly samurai philosopher your threads would be worshipped today, not kidding. I love you so much, and your threads make me laugh uncontrollably, i only wish to write like you, this is art.

Bump.

But I write garbage. That's what everyone says.

 

[Shkreliii]

But I write garbage. That's what everyone says.

Cause their brains are omelletes, mine too, im trying to become better

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Cause their brains are omelletes, mine too, im trying to become better

What causes the scrambled thoughts product? Drugs. Gaming. Television. School. Social media (internet?)

 

[Shkreliii]

What causes the scrambled thoughts product? Drugs. Gaming. Television. School. Social media (internet?)

The puposelessness of day to day life, the possibility of choosing to rot everyday, the choice to never challenge yourself. The choice to never use your brain.

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

The puposelessness of day to day life, the possibility of choosing to rot everyday, the choice to never challenge yourself. The choice to never use your brain.

And what influences the decision or caters to the creation of that conclusion? Social media, I reckon. They subject themselves to people pretending to have better lives. And many of them already had better lives before advertising themselves on social media and video-sharing apps. Wealthy slackers rather not work for Pops but have nightly parties instead. They want pleasure 24/7.

Google, who later purchased YouTube had an advertising program called Adwords. It costs money. But they called it, investment. You purchase ads on Google, which is actually targeting keywords typed by the user, and your content will be displayed to them. After they bought YouTube, they used the same scheme but instead of keywords, "Just show it to everyone regardless of what the fuck they're interested in. Whoever pays the bill will trend."

Rich slackers invested their money into that scheme in exchange for trends on Youtube. No matter how retarded the person is or how wrong he is about everything in life, he's now popular because he paid the bill. But today's viewers, which are mainly the younger generation, don't know about that scheme! They believe for something to trend, it means the majority favors it so they must favor it too! Or they won't be part of the kool kids' klub.