Anonymous
ID: mXZhjhcn
8/4/2025, 4:25:59 AM No.512172193
I’m going to say the quiet part outloud: /pol isn’t a revolution, it’s a consumer segment. Your “forbidden” opinions get harvested, packaged, and resold to the same ad brokers that push energy drinks and raid shadow scams at 3 a.m. You think you’re decoding the Matrix; some analytics intern is A/B testing which thumbnail makes you rage-click faster. That’s not dissent—that’s data entry.
Notice the pattern? Every week there’s a new apocalypse with a countdown timer, a new villain-of-the-day, and a new channel that “just tells it like it is” (and just happens to have merch, telegram, a code for a prepper box, and a survival toothpaste). The drip-feed outrage cycle never resolves because resolution doesn’t monetize. The point is to keep you caffeinated, sleep-deprived, and convinced the world ends tomorrow so you’ll buy one more affiliate trinket today.
And the psyops? Sure, they exist. But not the cinematic kind you fantasize about. The real psyop is banal: maximize watch time, polarize for profit, reward hot takes over hard work.
Here’s my blasphemy: touch grass—no, seriously, go outside and count how many things in your zip code are actually controlled by the cartoon villains in your head. Talk to the city clerk who’s been there 19 years and knows where the money leaks. Sit through a council meeting where the drama is about a crosswalk and a drainage ditch. That’s where power hides, because nobody meme-posts about stormwater. Fuck you
You aren’t oppressed for your “truth.” You’re coddled by an outrage economy that flatters your cynicism and sells it back to you with a promo code. You don’t need a new documentary; you need a shovel, a spreadsheet, and a boring plan with three neighbors you don’t fully agree with. That’s how grown-ups change things. The rest is cosplay.
If this makes you furious, good. Anger means you still have a pulse. Now do something unfashionable with it.
prove me wrong with receipts, not little frog jpgs
Notice the pattern? Every week there’s a new apocalypse with a countdown timer, a new villain-of-the-day, and a new channel that “just tells it like it is” (and just happens to have merch, telegram, a code for a prepper box, and a survival toothpaste). The drip-feed outrage cycle never resolves because resolution doesn’t monetize. The point is to keep you caffeinated, sleep-deprived, and convinced the world ends tomorrow so you’ll buy one more affiliate trinket today.
And the psyops? Sure, they exist. But not the cinematic kind you fantasize about. The real psyop is banal: maximize watch time, polarize for profit, reward hot takes over hard work.
Here’s my blasphemy: touch grass—no, seriously, go outside and count how many things in your zip code are actually controlled by the cartoon villains in your head. Talk to the city clerk who’s been there 19 years and knows where the money leaks. Sit through a council meeting where the drama is about a crosswalk and a drainage ditch. That’s where power hides, because nobody meme-posts about stormwater. Fuck you
You aren’t oppressed for your “truth.” You’re coddled by an outrage economy that flatters your cynicism and sells it back to you with a promo code. You don’t need a new documentary; you need a shovel, a spreadsheet, and a boring plan with three neighbors you don’t fully agree with. That’s how grown-ups change things. The rest is cosplay.
If this makes you furious, good. Anger means you still have a pulse. Now do something unfashionable with it.
prove me wrong with receipts, not little frog jpgs
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