If you think an algorithm is an equation, you best get the hell off the World Wide Web right now.
On the top down feed provided by this parasitic press, I spy and read post about American politics by people who readily confess they don’t enjoy, nor read, non-fiction books.
How could that be? Why do I read and often enjoy their efforts, even after they’ve copped to such an incongruity. Different stokes.
But here’s hoping that they are aware that their Facebook feed is but a test kitchen recipe concocted to sweet and sour. To fire the taste buds of cozy and confrontation simultaneously. An order of comfort food followed by a helping of outrage. A digital skin-pop of sugar and spice leading to the bit and byte of a program digital “Jones.” An addictive addition that sums up but the corporate proof of a ballooning bottom line.
So read a damn non-fiction effort. Even if it is, just a timely polemic. Here