Them ol' Bluesky blues

It's porn-bot Pac-Man!


Bluesky update: Still better than X/Twitter, just for the reduction in MAGA bile. But, really, it’s not going to save us. It was naive to hope, during the last few months, that it might.When you think about it, how can the disaster wrought by social media be cured by more social media? 

Anyway I’m up to 320 or so followers now. Normally I’d be dancing in the street with those numbers. But the pie chart above tends to dampen my enthusiasm: 

  • Porn bots. I get half a dozen a day, profile photos of sexy women who try to establish bona fides by reposting or liking three random things.
  • Never-Trumpers like myself, who mostly just repost anti-MAGA memes. I don’t mind that, but at this point anything that makes me madder or sadder isn’t helpful.
  • Finally, the tiny cohort of smart people who post interesting facts and photos, or who add some original perspective to the political cataclysm that is about to overtake us. 

I suppose that last group is the reason I’m still on the platform. But, as it was with Twitter, one wonders if sifting through all the chaff is worth those stray grains of wheat. I only got on Bluesky to add my vote to the millions disgusted by Leon Musk and his bloated BFF. I’ll probably stay for the same reason, but I’m not really enjoying it.

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