Billionaires of Lemmy, LOL.
Dealing with 6 different media companies is exhausting. You have no idea. When they finally merge my staff will only need to pay one of them. More time for everyone to play golf. Win-win.
Just install puppets to run each network. You get the money and reputation cleaning, they do the work of making other people do the work. And they take the blame if anything goes wrong, so I still come off looking ok.
And by having “multiple” companies, I can control them all better. If the figurehead of one does anything I disagree with I can use another media brand to launder the kompromat I have on said figurehead. They can never be seen in public again and I come of smelling like roses.
So far AI can’t be canceled though. You need cancelable minions to act as a pressure valve - letting the poors rage about your evil without any of the rage coming your direction.
I have many billions. Some would say the most billions. The billions I have are the best billions, everyone agrees.
Even though I have the best billions, these journalists, nasty people, they attack me. Just because of my billions, can you believe it?
So anyway, I say who cares what they say, we just need to fight like hell and take back our country ✊
sOMETIMES WINNING ALL THE TIME BORES ME.
That’s not capslock - an executive assistant artisanally capitalized each of those letters individually.
Billionaire here.
The real problem is the same problem every rich person has: once you surround yourself with yes-men, you lose contact with reality.
Now that I control the zeitgeist through media messaging, I have no idea what’s going on.
I try to stay out of my own fart cloud with psychedelic drugs, but really there’s no substitute for real struggle in terms of ennobling one’s soul.
Just compare the beauty of a tiger to the awkward lines of a pug. As an extremely rich person, the only thing I have to fight are my own demons, and nobody can relate to those.
For only 12.99M per month I will come and fight your demons for you. Like all good therapists, my ways are mysterious and oblique, but mostly involve a super-soaker.
You must live on site and use only holy water supplied by my man at Evian. Deal?
