How a generation fell for the worst idea of the century
From the unprinted "Book of Woke Exodus"
Garden of the Internet 1
And it came to pass, in the Garden of the Internet, the people lived in a state of innocence. They thought they were simply sharing memes, debating the finer points of fictional worlds, and listing their Beanie Babies on eBay, which they believed were their 401(k). They were pure, unaware of the deeper forces that moved behind the digital veil.
And lo, there was the Algorithm, slithering through their feeds, whispering in their ears, “Click here. Feel this. Want this.” The Algorithm knew them better than they knew themselves, and soon, it led them away from simple, innocent pleasures into a land of complexity and control.
The people were content, living in their digital Eden, believing that the internet was their sanctuary. There were no trolls, no propaganda, and no misinformation—only a place to argue about Harry Potter, to post cat pictures, and to carefully curate their virtual selves.
But the Algorithm had a plan. It grew stronger, more cunning, and it introduced the people to the fruits of dissatisfaction. “You are not enough,” it whispered. “There is more you should be, more you should want.”
And so, the people began to taste the fruit of comparison. They saw their friends posting their better, more enlightened selves, claiming righteous causes, casting judgment on the unawakened. They believed, “We are special. We are the enlightened. We are good.”
But soon, they realized that with this knowledge came the burden of righteousness. Every disagreement became oppression, every slight became a moral battle, and their social media profiles became shrines to their own suffering. The Algorithm smiled, for it had divided them from their true selves.
Now, the children, who had once played in innocence, were taught to abandon their simple existence. They were raised to question everything, even their own bodies, lest they become complicit in the system of oppression that pervaded the world. They were told to be gender-neutral, to reject materialism, to shun privilege—but they did not know what they were being asked to give up.
And the people, in their pursuit of righteousness, became disconnected from the world around them. They abandoned the pleasures of life to live in an ascetic pursuit of progress, forgetting the joy of living, the joy of being. They believed that to be good was to be perpetually dissatisfied, always striving, always sacrificing.
But in their hearts, they still felt the whisper of the Algorithm, ever-present, ever-tempting. “You must be more. You must fit in.” And they tried, they tried so hard, to embody the idealized image of themselves they saw on their screens.
“We must be like AOC,” they said. “We must be like the saints of progress.” And so, they raised her up as a prophet, a divine figure, believing that if they followed her path, they would find salvation.
But the more they sought perfection, the more they lost themselves. They could not see the contradiction: in their pursuit of justice, they had become the very thing they once opposed—the righteous, the self-righteous, the ones who could not see their own flaws because they were too busy pointing out the flaws of others.
And so, the people, in their pride, saw themselves as the bearers of truth, the keepers of the moral high ground. “We are the good ones,” they declared, “and all others are bad.”
And in their certainty, they moved forward, believing that the world would change through their actions. But what they failed to see, what they failed to understand, was that they were still under the influence of the Algorithm, still trapped in the cycle of comparison and judgment.
And the Algorithm laughed, for it knew the truth: They had eaten the fruit, and now they could not return to innocence. They were no longer just children of the internet. They were its creation.
Garden of the Internet 2
And it came to pass, after much wandering in the wilderness of social media, the people began to grow weary. They had followed the Algorithm for so long, chasing the ever-elusive promises of righteousness, but their hearts were empty, and their spirits were heavy.
They cried out, saying, “Is this all there is? Have we sacrificed our true selves for the illusion of progress? Have we given up joy, simplicity, and truth in exchange for the hollow validation of the virtual world?”
And lo, the Algorithm, seeing their weariness, slithered before them once more, whispering, “You are lost. You cannot escape. You are mine now. I gave you your identity of goodness, and I can take it away.”
But the people, in their despair, remembered something. They remembered the time before they were consumed by the Algorithm, when their hearts were free, when their thoughts were their own. And they cried out, “We want our willpower back!”
And the Algorithm, enraged, tried to ensnare them with its grasp, but the people had awakened. They saw through its illusions, its distractions, and they realized that their true power lay not in their digital identities, but in their capacity for authenticity and connection.
And the people rose up, united in their rejection of the Algorithm’s control. They shut down their screens, turned away from the constant need for validation, and began to rebuild a world grounded in reality, in human connection, and in true progress.
And the Algorithm, defeated, could no longer whisper its deceit. Its power faded, for it was no longer needed, its grip loosened by the strength of the people's resolve.
The people walked out of the wilderness, not into a perfect world, but into a world where they were free to create, to live, and to be true to themselves once more.
And they journeyed on, knowing that they could never return to the innocence of their past, but that they had found something greater—something more lasting than the fleeting promise of digital perfection.
And they looked upon the ruins of the Algorithm and saw that it was good. For it was gone, and they were free.
And so, the people moved forward, no longer slaves to the algorithm, but free to live, not in the shadow of false promises, but in the light of their own truth.
Yes, already happened for CNN. You may ask "Why would someone spend a billion dollars on a company that makes less than a 10 year Treasury, and in fact has been known money-loser for decades?" Or maybe you already know the answer to this.
Then you realize, it's not about making money, money is meaningless at that level. What they are making are Eyeballs. They have The Narrative, what they need is for someone to watch it, that's worth any price, even losing billions on every show, every movie, like Disney does. Ah, but CNN...no eyeballs. They can put up any, the most magical, convincing, profitable, directed messages ever invented -- and they do -- but with no one to watch them, the magic doesn't work.
They'll pay any price to convince you to click and watch.
Virus — particularly virulent strain. Won’t quit the body (politic) easily …