…that Elon Musk got hit by lightning and he’s now secretly a hardcore Catholic fighting for God in secret because he’s surrounded by evil Satanists and he can only do so much.
I mean, Elon, if you’re listening, and that’s the case, let me know. I can put a teams together for you. Oh the things we could quietly accomplish…
But I digress (though, seriously, Elon, if you recognise that Christ is the King of Kings, give me a call, we’ll talk!). Everyone is REEEEEEEEEing all the way to Epsilon Eridani, because of this:
It’s that penultimate thing:
X will soon remove likes, retweets, and replies from the timeline.
Everyone is losing their mind over it, and I am smiling calmly. And I can’t even get on X. Reclaim your account? forget it. Sign up? I get a permanent error that says “something went wrong, try later.” It’s been showing me that for three months. But my calm smile is not out of envy towards those who do have an X account. I genuinely don’t care, but by removing likes and so on, what happens is that everyone is now just a prole. It doesn’t matter if people like you or not, if they don’t connect with what you write, you’re just another nameless, faceless pixel on a screen.
Only if what you type out on your X account is engaging enough, will you get people paying attention to what you write and what you believe, and this is only to the good.
The fame so many seek is not pleasant, or good. In fact, the unbridled fame and the shame that goes with it, requires a semi-constant vigil for things that could get you cancelled, while doing almost all of those very same things. You know, like rape, pedophelia, worshipping Satan, doing unholy orgies of sex rituals, and on, and on, and on.
But you see, all that fame, all that supposed power, is fake. And gay.
If I ever become famous for my books, it will be because of a massive grind that has gone on for at least a couple of decades, not because some Golbergercohenstein offers me a ticket. The only marketing I have done is to mention my book a few times on my blog after I launch it. And word of mouth. And that is in large part how I prefer it, and also how I know most of my client’s names. Because once you do a thing really well, regardless of of what it is really, if it has the potential to be exploited, and turn you into a gatekeeper. You’re Catholic, but not ALL Catholic. You’re a right-winger, but not too right wing. You climb the ladder by working hard, they tell you, but the reality is that beyond a certain pretty low point, to make it big you will be offered a ticket.
Without social proof, your meal ticket could enter through the only door on site, and if you blow your chance because you think he’s just some random guy you’d regret it. So what to do? Well, the solution is to treat everyone as if they were the prince, until the real prince reveals himself, or the white horse makes it clear to you that you need to move on.
The point is that the fame, the accolades, the drugs, the booze, the women, it’s all meaningless. And most people are on social media to have the last word and not listen much to anyone or anything else.
By removing the thing that addicted your amygdala to seeing the number of likes and retweets, you have taken away the fake motivator. The urge to write something, anything really, just so others will buy into the fake persona, and fake life, and fake surroundings that you keep pretending make you a “success”, is strong if you are in it for the money. But if you are not in it for the money, and you just do your thing, without knowing if one, or one thousand, or a hundred thousand people read your tweet, chances are you’re doing it because you want to or are compelled to.
And if you want to do certain things, confidently, relentlessly, and just rely on word of mouth and your friends passing on the message, eventually, the following you have, is one of real, organic people.
Because the Ben Shapiros and the Hollywood stars of today are created, they didn’t just get lucky, they bought the ticket.
So unlike the rest of the planet, I am all for removing likes, and retweets, and even number of followers. Let the actual talent of a writer determine how many people read him, not the amount of money that has been paid into the system to “launch him”, but rather, let only the quality of what he shares determine his success.
And yes, I am absolutely for a meritocracy.
You’re doing it the right way. All of that crap is fake and gay. It’s a gilded cage whose bars are narcissism. It reminds me of that old bit of wisdom about mousetraps…they work so well because the mouse doesn’t understand why the cheese is free.
If they ever offer you the ticket, take it, wipe your ass with it and hand it back to them. Then keep on doing what you’re doing.