I mean I guess that's a kind of savvy? I mean in an alternate universe, I might be envious of these megalomaniacs who manage to accrue enough money to be able to literally destroy a company for the low-low-price of 700 thousand1 median person-years of salary.
There is probably a difference between “reboot a former
social media platform that obviously ceased to function as anything other than a weird hybrid of an
advertisement platform and
shitposting boardx long ago” and “destroy a
company”. Because “blue check” acquired a new meaning very soon after introduction.
Unless, of course, someone would convincingly demonstrate that vast swarms of bobblehead bots and shills:
1. …did in fact generate revenue,
2. …better than actual living users.
Actually, it would be morbidly hilarious if so. But this cannot be taken for granted at all.
Until then, the decision to bury Twitter brand and just use servers for the original purpose does not appear necessarily ruinous.
x okay, for the sake of completeness there is
also the third misuse: posting art on it. As a (poor) substitute for tumblr, after that one acquired the reputation of a lunatic cesspool, and became less and less usable, or DeviantTArt, after the latter turned into furry/horrid fan “art” cesspool. I am, indeed, quite sympathetic. Yet this still falls both under
a form of promotion and
usage for a purpose having very little to do with social media… and one for which Twitter was obviously much less suitable than for the other misuses, at that. And obviously much less suitable than any actual art site. Especially after Team Norwegian Blue removed RSS.
just how stupidly massive that amount of money is, for one person to be able to control that amount of influence - for at those levels, money is no longer about buying "stuff": it is only about influence. Which incidentally is what I believe Musk was buying.
Well, duh. But that
Musk may now have it was not what caused 60 pages of exercise in “When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout”, was it? It was
the seeming gilded era of shills coming to an abrupt end, under a thousand of different fig leaves. And
here we are in a rather decent place. To think of the horrors that lurk at some places beyond…