the race to be a clubhouse influencer aka the race to a future hell
clubhouse is cool and all, don’t get me wrong, but this is just the future now: every five or six years a new platform will come along for people to clamor to at the hope of a quick ticket to fame or any sort of income… wash, rinse, repeat
it’s this “first to market” concept that has just infected the psyche of americans, and the entire digital future is under the eye of these false gods, holding a dollar bill in front of a camera and seeing what someone will do for it
if money didn’t matter, that’s one thing. but this is just some form of cruelty, a planned technological shift in order to keep the growing masses of desperation as a potential customer / data insight set. it’s straight up inhuman.
because, to be honest, we could still do this type of shit if nobody had to worry about things like eating or keeping a roof over their head. we could still make dumb fucking communication variants that offer nothing of substance to the world, but we could first make sure parents can feed their children.
it’s always struck me as odd how all capitalists seem to envy ideas of legacy, and yet the greatest legacy ever (that of Christ) is the one of someone who wanted to help. no clue why these people don’t just feed the world and go down through eternity as the few who saved the many. instead they’re just going to be more assholes who thought they were gods.