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Feeding Frenzy

Its been interesting reading all the opinion pieces and commentary on Musk buying Twitter. An assortment of pundits would have us take a guided trip through Musk's brain and unpack why he did this and what manner of terrible consequences it brings for us plebians. 

Seems to me that the answer is relatively simple - the man has more wealth and resources that most of us would even be able to fathom or compute. With that comes freedom and latitude to do things - some of which cost a bit of money (even on his scale) and provide for a bunch of entertainment. Its a lot like folks feeding koi in a pond or ducks in a lake. There could even be signage posted that such wanton feeding is unwelcome but the person armed with some stale bread feels in a position of power to rustle up a some creatures who were minding their own business, looking for their own food in ways that nature had intended. They have the means for this spot of entertainment and so they avail it.

The clamor that follows in the water and the the control the feeder has over the fed is exactly the kind of value Musk is deriving out of buying Twitter. Its just a matter of scale and there are consequences to actions - being it feeding ducks against the guidance of the parks and recreation personnel or monkeying around with a social media platform that is used worldwide and has been a key component of very large scale events. People will do what they want to do if they have the means to do it. Some will feed ducks and other will buy up Twitter - and a huge feeding frenzy will follow in the water on online.

The fact that the plebians have the choice to stay with or leave Twitter is not something that gets mentioned a lot - we are being treated much like those ducks in the pond who could in theory leave the pond to a place where they are left alone but don't, make the collective choice not to be fed stale bread by humans but don't. If we choose to behave brainless en-masse we probably deserve our fate. 

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