We would be better off without algorithms. We would learn new things. Algorithms keep us down.

I was called clickbait by a friend, and yes, it hurt my feelings. I’m not clickbait, I’m not a panican, I’m not a Democrat. I’m mad and I feel alone. I was born white trailer-park trash, surrounded by cockroaches and drugs. The one person who cared for me died in my arms. I worked my way out and provided an amazing life for my children. They’re experiencing things I never had as a child, like food. Now I’m watching silver-spoon-fed politicians squander everything I worked for—my children’s future. They couldn’t even pass a bill for election security. They laughed at us in the back rooms and spit in our faces. Call me all the names you want. I’ll call you a sheep and a follower.