Wrote my own variation of Paul Harvey’s radio broadcast from 60 years ago. If I were the devil, I wouldn’t come with horns and a pitchfork. I’d come with algorithms and endless scrolls. I’d flood every screen with outrage and envy until families sat in the same room staring at separate devices, arguing over strangers online instead of talking to each other. I’d convince the young that feelings trump facts, that biology is bigotry, and that any disagreement is violence. I’d turn schools into ideological battlegrounds, hospitals into political stages, and churches into empty buildings while influencers preach self-worship as salvation. I’d normalize addiction to dopamine hits, porn, and prescription pills, call it self-care, and cheer as birth rates collapsed and loneliness soared. I’d whisper that borders are hate, that truth is relative, and that the highest virtue is never offending anyone—except those who still believe in something higher than the self. And when society finally tore itself apart in confusion and despair, I’d smile and say, “See? You did it all yourselves.”