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We aren't the customers; we’re the harvest.

 


Headline: We aren't the customers; we’re the harvest.


We’ve traded a room full of VHS tapes, Walkmans, and secretaries for a sleek rectangle in our pockets. We call it "efficiency," but it’s a false dichotomy. This device isn't just a tool; it’s a surveillance hub that predicts our impulses before we even feel them.

Orwell warned of a boot stamping on a human face, but Postman saw the truth: we are being amused to death. We’ve become commodities for Wall Street narratives—our data, our behavior, and our very character are sold for pennies to the highest bidder.

We talk about the "Cognitive Elite" and debate IQ vs. Poverty (The Bell Curve trap), but the algorithm has already filtered us out. It rewards the top 5% while the rest are trapped in a digital caste system where "truth" is whatever the medium decides pays best.

Is democracy even real if the system is designed to ask our opinion only after it has already programmed our response?

#SurveillanceCapitalism #Orwell #Postman #TheDigitalCaste #DataMining #CognitiveElite


The prompt for the written part above from the bottombook review


Orwell is hate objective reality propaganda is a relevant reality

The surveillance capitalism that keeps the propaganda a value and commodities for the propagandist knows the exact time one will have impulses and sells the advertisement to the highest bidder that these phones have keyboards to teach oneself grammar and have a room full of VHS and walkmans and tapes and secretaries and accountants and health trainers on on a square or rectangular device that would take rooms and is only spectacular to go smaller and faster is a false dichotomy that when you buy one USB for $20 and buy a second one that the promotion is $50 dollars is a lie that it should be $30 with a ten dollar promotion the services is membership and shipping fees or walk-in cash and only pay once at the store or twice online at the bank and store is a widely market narrative to wall street narrative that have lost the will to decide and amusing ourself to death, from a capitalist predictive value reality not a stop Orwellian objective hate reality or propaganda, propaganda, or propagandist as a relevant hate reality.

People are the, things they decided to buy. Still, the buyer has already bought the prediction, and the value is humans as commodities for confirmation of impulses know when one will be buyers.

 And sells humans predictable values as a commodity for Penny's and nickles and dimes for one's camera ๐Ÿ“ธ on a device and AI behaviour and character data and info algorithms that filter so many out of jobs, if they don't say they expect to be at the same job raising a family in 20 years as a supervisor or manager.

People or at the whims and fancy of central private costs of government. [In most cases, model along the lines of private organizations but run at the whims and fancies of government] private entrepreneurs serving their personal interests manifested clearly in creation of larger groups, with complex cross-holdings and inter-company dealings(with one of the core aims being tax avoidance.

"The truth pays." That famous statement on the lie is not typically trait of PROPAGANDA.

Propagandee, but is a result of the medium itself.

Propaganda is merely child's play and empty talk by ridiculous tyrants?

Thousand of propagandist agents roaming through villages expostulating "motherland" and "production" radio& broadcasting and films, a daily publication of harvest results, is a pennant race.

Most families feel that their dinner tables have become industrial family suppers of one person feeding 60 people. They are making a tribe unbalanced.

“To give aid to every poor man as far from reach of every man care to the poor is incumbent the society as a whole. “- Spinoza 

That poor people are stupid and are an anti-mask. When will the rich see that spreading the wealth is suitable for an empire or imperative that reading a bell curve book, I figure can IQ cause poverty and can poverty cause poor IQ.

Life asinine for those lost, I wander on a path, not to lost to lose.

That intelligence is stuck in a case system or reward.

It's like Coca-Cola selling confidence and friends and family and outings. They're not selling you a sugary beverage. That's cool. And iced or a refreshment?

Data mining and algorithms filter most out of an experience.

The emergence of the cognitive elite.

Poverty and illegitimate are tightly linked to IQ ceteris perilous.

That changing poverty is only shown to solve that year in transition, yet the continued effect will only be aid as a result if it continues or it disappears.

If people get schooling education, will poverty end? Doubtful intelligence is a reward system; even if IQ rises, which it has, wealth is rewarded those few 5% without exception intelligence bought the elitist.

It often turns out that the real value of life LIE far away from the places in which we're looking for them-" and what about democracies, most protested.' You're getting confused with equality. Democracies bis an unfair system. They ask idiots like you for their opinion.'"


-the incorrigible optimists club


They know direct and indirect that deny self market control and it’s absurd is similar market shares will steal other


Similar market fares to increase there profitability and is a way to Stifel competitors into losses



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