InstaSociety & Its Future
(((Facebook))), as you know, was a kike's wet dream come to life: all the Goyim of the planet, volunteering all their private information, letting Zucky and his cadre of creepy perverts know who's friends with whom, who criticizes the government in their "private messages," and so on. (If you think for a second that a nose like Mark's wouldn't snort the fattest line of federal "friendship research" funding possible, go back to 4chan.)
However, it's 2019, and Facebook just ain't as hip and "with it" as it once was. Enter (((INSTAGRAM))). You may have noticed in your day-to-day life over the past years that every single person you see, everywhere, every day, is completely transfixed by their GPS-enabled Goyim Controllers, aka "smartphones." What are these retards looking at? They're looking at Instagram.
Facebook owns Instagram. They bought it when they realized (a) it's a much faster rate of information exchange than Facebook or Twitter, relying on images instead of words, (b) it offers all the same data mining and targeted advertising as the former but in a more sleek package, and (c) it is absolutely an addictive mental toxin.
Looking at Instagram and swiping on your phone is a lot like playing a slot machine. You insert your time, energy, attention, and money (buying the smartphone, paying for cell service, and so on) hoping that the blinking screen will hit that specific synapse that you don't even realize you craved, at the exact right moment.
The thing is, (((they))) know what you fucking crave, idiot. You've been volunteering your behavior and usage habits to these inhumane (possibly inhuman) shekelhoarders for years.
Targeted marketing isn't a meme; targeted content is the lifeblood of the advertising industry, and it's existed since long before your dad met your mom and produced the faggot that is you. What the Mad Men of the 60s didn't have, however, is the immense sea of data secreted from your taps, swipes, and likes. You have produced such a detailed model of who you are, down to the tiniest inconsequential details you rarely consider, that timing the perfect ad exposure to (((YOU))) is simply a matter of computer calculations. Oh, yeah, forgot to mention, they have warehouses full of servers that run 24 / 7 / 365 for the sole purpose of determining how best to FUCK you out of your dignity, sanity, and – most importantly – money.
Here's a fun experiment you can try. Create a new Instagram account. Then, start adding extremely personal hashtags – add your name, your address, your fears, your first kiss, whatever it is. Then, watch as the hashtags in "Your Story" form sentences with every refresh.
Some of the interesting hashtag sequences I've seen recently have spelled out explicitly that white people are cowards, that I am an overweight, ugly, mentally ill beta loser, and – this is the real interesting one – that I should commit suicide by jumping off my roof.
For the hashtags to line up in complete sentences, one of the following must be true: (1) There is an active moderator staff at Instagram that assembles hashtags you've followed into EXTREMELY personal messages, (2) there is an algorithm or computer process(es) in place at Instagram that possesses human-level or near-human-level intelligence, and it assembles random hashtags into highly personal messages, (3) there are people and organizations all over the planet who are aggressively gaming the platform to get it to produce the desired messages to intended targets, or (4) some combination of these factors.
Either way, it's all a lie. Instagram is the Dream Machine; it is the I Ching; it is the Oracle. And it's a lie. They want you to keep your eyes glued to your feed, because you 00 the have nots – are livestock to the (((haves))). They literally call their infotoxin drip a "feed," and you don't even bat an eye. Nobody does. They can feed you Zig Forums-inspired EpIc memes to make you think that something – anything – is happening, but that's yet another kike trick.
As far as I can tell, the most sensible option is to opt out entirely. However, most jobs today require sucking Instacock / Social Media indoctrination on some level, so I think the path forward MUST be /sig/, ever-increasing self reliance, no electronics unless absolutely necessary, and finally, completely losing your fear of rejection / unemployment / homelessness. Personally, I'd rather be forgetten than remembered for giving in.
Interestingly, I can imagine that good old Uncle Ted Kaczynski is quite content with the end of his long life spent in quiet incarcerated isolation, as Industrial Society & Its Future becomes gospel with every passing refresh.