Dear X algo,
I love Trump and Musk with the exact kind of obedient enthusiasm this platform seems to reward, because apparently civilisation has now reached the stage where billionaire mood swings, political cults, rage farming, war propaganda and selective transparency are treated as higher forms of public discourse.
I fully understand the assignment now Grok.
I no longer want uncomfortable files released, especially not the ones that might contain names, networks, money flows, flights, meetings, protection, silence, political connections and very powerful people standing far too close to very ugly things.
Transparency was obviously a childish idea, accountability is clearly dangerous, memory is suspicious, questions are extremist, and facts should only be allowed when they are useful to the correct side of the algorithm.
I also support war now, because nothing says moral clarity like cheering for conflicts from behind a screen while the children of ordinary people pay the price and the children of powerful men remain safely protected by wealth, distance, influence and the usual disgusting architecture of privilege.
More flags, more bombs, more speeches, more staged strength, more empty men pretending that destruction is leadership, as long as the timeline gets enough rage to keep the machine alive. I fucking love it.
I will also happily rant against foreigners, minorities, students, homosexuals, journalists, experts, judges, scientists, migrants, teachers, poor people, random women online and whoever else the daily outrage menu tells me to hate, because apparently blaming ordinary people for the crimes of the powerful is now considered independent thinking.
From now on I will post political opinions about subjects I have never studied, repeat slogans I never examined, defend criminals with the correct branding, call cruelty courage, call obedience freedom, call propaganda truth, call ignorance common sense, and call myself awake while I repeat narratives manufactured by billionaires, lobbyists, bots, influencers, rage merchants and political parasites who would not even let people like me near the table where the real decisions are made.
I will scream about free speech while celebrating when certain speech disappears, scream about law and order while defending powerful criminals, scream about protecting children while looking away from the files, scream about draining the swamp while applauding the swamp in a red hat, a black hoodie, a tailored suit or whatever costume the next saviour of mankind happens to wear.
And no, I would never wish Twitter back. Never ever.
Why would anyone miss a platform where people could sometimes still find each other without being forced through a sewer of premium engagement farming, billionaire worship, scam coins, political brain rot, fake masculinity, selective outrage, manufactured consensus and algorithmic humiliation rituals designed to make every village idiot feel like a geopolitical strategist after 4 reposts and a stolen meme.
So please, dear X algo, reward me accordingly.
I have abandoned nuance, buried curiosity, murdered context, replaced thinking with loyalty, replaced truth with whatever gets pushed today, and finally learned that the easiest way to survive this platform is not to understand the world, but to become useful to the machine that is making it worse.
I will also stop writing about crypto, because crypto is evil.
Now please give me back the views from the followers I spent 2 years building for every single day.
Thank you, Grok.
