What the hell is there to make money off of though? In today’s Flat Earth news: It’s not confirmation bias, Earth is still flat and nobody will believe you if you try to tell them and you’ll get kicked out of orgies for revealing the truth.
Do actual real people really compulsively watch this like their favorite live streamer or HOW does this shit even exist? IS there an anti insanity monetized counter channel war to this? Oh wait, that’s what OPs image is setting up for…anti-flat Earth grift
Flat earth isn’t the scam itself, it’s the hook. There are a million ways to get people into the conspiracy theory sphere, but once they’re hooked on one thing, they’re primed to believe everything else. It took less than a year from my mom to go from watching videos “asking questions” about science to spending a bunch of money on everything from silver supplements and ivermectin to 5g blockers and resonance machines.
The point of flat earth and related conspiracies is that they prey on people’s misunderstanding of science and mathematics (why Earth round if look flat?) to sow doubt in the collective understanding of reality as a whole. Once that happens, you can tell them anything isn’t what it seems and they’ll believe you, and sell them anything to fix it, and they’ll pay you.
merch? patreon? idk dude i haven’t figured out how to monetize the internet besides selling CDs (and only family and friends buy those anyways, so it wasn’t worth the hosting fee)
but i could be a rent seeker and monetize uselessness. that's so much more fun. people put too much emphasis on utility and not enough on pure pleasure.
“Carpenter Shih went to Ch’i and, when he got to Crooked Shaft, he saw a serrate oak standing by the village shrine. It was broad enough to shelter several thousand oxen and measured a hundred spans around, towering above the hills. The lowest branches were eighty feet from the ground, and a dozen or so of them could have been made into boats. There were so many sightseers that the place looked like a fair, but the carpenter didn’t even glance around and went on his way without stopping.
His apprentice stood staring for a long time and then ran after Carpenter Shih and said, “Since I first took up my ax and followed you, Master, I have never seen timber as beautiful as this. But you don’t even bother to look, and go right on without stopping. Why is that?”
“Forget it—say no more!” said the carpenter. “It’s a worthless tree! Make boats out of it and they’d sink; make coffins and they’d rot in no time; make vessels and they’d break at once. Use it for doors and it would sweat sap like pine; use it for posts and the worms would eat them up. It’s not a timber tree—there’s nothing it can be used for. That’s how it got to be that old!”
After Carpenter Shih had returned home, the oak tree appeared to him in a dream and said, “What are you comparing me with? Are you comparing me with those useful trees? The cherry apple, the pear, the orange, the citron, the rest of those fructiferous trees and shrubs—as soon as their fruit is ripe, they are torn apart and subjected to abuse. Their big limbs are broken off, their little limbs are yanked around. Their utility makes life miserable for them, and so they don’t get to finish out the years Heaven gave them, but are cut off in mid-journey. They bring it on themselves—the pulling and tearing of the common mob. And it’s the same way with all other things.
“As for me, I’ve been trying a long time to be of no use, and though I almost died, I’ve finally got it. This is of great use to me. If I had been of some use, would I ever have grown this large? Moreover, you and I are both of us things. What’s the point of this—things condemning things? You, a worthless man about to die—how do you know I’m a worthless tree?”
being useless let me focus on music, and that’s where i found my people. well there and here y’all are great.
What the hell is there to make money off of though? In today’s Flat Earth news: It’s not confirmation bias, Earth is still flat and nobody will believe you if you try to tell them and you’ll get kicked out of orgies for revealing the truth.
Do actual real people really compulsively watch this like their favorite live streamer or HOW does this shit even exist? IS there an anti insanity monetized counter channel war to this? Oh wait, that’s what OPs image is setting up for…anti-flat Earth grift
Flat earth isn’t the scam itself, it’s the hook. There are a million ways to get people into the conspiracy theory sphere, but once they’re hooked on one thing, they’re primed to believe everything else. It took less than a year from my mom to go from watching videos “asking questions” about science to spending a bunch of money on everything from silver supplements and ivermectin to 5g blockers and resonance machines.
The point of flat earth and related conspiracies is that they prey on people’s misunderstanding of science and mathematics (why Earth round if look flat?) to sow doubt in the collective understanding of reality as a whole. Once that happens, you can tell them anything isn’t what it seems and they’ll believe you, and sell them anything to fix it, and they’ll pay you.
merch? patreon? idk dude i haven’t figured out how to monetize the internet besides selling CDs (and only family and friends buy those anyways, so it wasn’t worth the hosting fee)
Internet is just the medium for transmission. Monetize usefulness
but i could be a rent seeker and monetize uselessness. that's so much more fun. people put too much emphasis on utility and not enough on pure pleasure.
“Carpenter Shih went to Ch’i and, when he got to Crooked Shaft, he saw a serrate oak standing by the village shrine. It was broad enough to shelter several thousand oxen and measured a hundred spans around, towering above the hills. The lowest branches were eighty feet from the ground, and a dozen or so of them could have been made into boats. There were so many sightseers that the place looked like a fair, but the carpenter didn’t even glance around and went on his way without stopping.
His apprentice stood staring for a long time and then ran after Carpenter Shih and said, “Since I first took up my ax and followed you, Master, I have never seen timber as beautiful as this. But you don’t even bother to look, and go right on without stopping. Why is that?”
“Forget it—say no more!” said the carpenter. “It’s a worthless tree! Make boats out of it and they’d sink; make coffins and they’d rot in no time; make vessels and they’d break at once. Use it for doors and it would sweat sap like pine; use it for posts and the worms would eat them up. It’s not a timber tree—there’s nothing it can be used for. That’s how it got to be that old!”
After Carpenter Shih had returned home, the oak tree appeared to him in a dream and said, “What are you comparing me with? Are you comparing me with those useful trees? The cherry apple, the pear, the orange, the citron, the rest of those fructiferous trees and shrubs—as soon as their fruit is ripe, they are torn apart and subjected to abuse. Their big limbs are broken off, their little limbs are yanked around. Their utility makes life miserable for them, and so they don’t get to finish out the years Heaven gave them, but are cut off in mid-journey. They bring it on themselves—the pulling and tearing of the common mob. And it’s the same way with all other things.
“As for me, I’ve been trying a long time to be of no use, and though I almost died, I’ve finally got it. This is of great use to me. If I had been of some use, would I ever have grown this large? Moreover, you and I are both of us things. What’s the point of this—things condemning things? You, a worthless man about to die—how do you know I’m a worthless tree?”
being useless let me focus on music, and that’s where i found my people. well there and here y’all are great.
Basically, yes. Merchandise and subscriptions.
I’d say you could host your own flat orgies, but I wouldn’t want to attend. I like the round bits on the ladies too much to enjoy that scene.