There was a post. Few people liked it. Understandably. It was an in joke of an in joke of a bad joke only understood by two. Like that Neil Young song.
But it was there. Garbage. Meta decided it was popular.
So popular that the poster was told the post was great and that they should post more like it. Because it was popular.
That admonition to post more like post was turned into a second post, even less popular than the first. Garbage from garbage.
And Meta decided it should be boosted.
Because it was so popular and should be even more popular. Paid garbage of garbage.
The original post was an afterthought of content and of absolutely no value. A vague insult with a stolen photo and a tag of some place the poster had never been. Claptrap. Throw-away.
But popular.
And growing.
And right to be shared.
Garbage. Share the garbage.
We love garbage.
They love garbage.
Garbage like this needs to be shared.
It wasn’t even funny to begin with.
But share it.
Pay to share it.
Give the thing your money so it shares the garbage it tells you is popular.
Popular garbage.
You don’t have to like it. You don’t have to understand it.
Nobody does.
Doesn’t matter.
It’s garbage.
It’s popular. It’s shared. It’s promoted. It’s boosted.
Which makes it worth the time. Makes it worth the money.
It’s garbage.
The post was boosted and the poster waits with bated breath to see the results of the new popularity…
…of the garbage.
Ads are being served. More people are being told this is popular.
It’s garbage.
It’s popular.
It’s growing.
Pay to make the garbage grow.
More garbage. Make more garbage like that garbage.
Pay so the garbage grows to make money to make more garbage to be told to make more garbage to pay for the garbage to be shared to everyone.
Who loves garbage.
We love garbage.
It all started with being told.
It ended with being told.
It ends with being told.
Being told.