“Buy some utterly worthless garbage from me so I can have more money, and as a special bonus, you will have everlasting proof that you are as much of an idiot as I am. Yay me!”
No parody could top that. It’s cheesier than a bag of Cheetos. It looks like a perfect false flag operation that managed to recruit the very person it’s lampooning. Cowboy, astronaut, superhero; definitely a Village People Redux vibe happening there.
Does Trump know the red and blue African Elephant he’s depicted upon probably lives in some shit-hole country?Or at least it likely did until Eric and Don Jr. murdered it in a canned hunt.
It’s cheesier than a bag of Cheetos made by people made of cheese in a factory made of cheese on a planet made of cheese I could go on like this forever. INFINITE CHEESINESS UNLOCKED.
He has laundered $4 million. At $99 each, and a maximum of 100 tokens per person/household, it comes in at $9,900, just under the $10,000 reporting limit. And good luck auditing crypto currency purchases. He’s not beholden to any one person, who might otherwise have “bought” the lot, were the limits not in place. Grifter extraordinaire.
Alas, I’m still not really that clear on the concept, but I’m pretty sure it’s fucking stupid. I know that current banking is totally dependent on computers; call me old fashioned, but I’m not sure I’m crazy about investing in something that disappears if someone happens to pull out the plug. Not to mention the carbon produced by cryptocurrencies when you leave the plug in:https://www.nrdc.org/stories/crypto-has-climate-problem
Bitcoin—the world’s oldest and most popular form of cryptocurrency, with a total market value that topped $1.3 trillion—now eats up half a percentage point of all the electricity consumed in the world. That puts it on par with the usage of the entire country of Sweden.
It infuriates me that we’re burning the world to fuel the happy-clappy, masturbatory cryptocurrency fantasies of techbros who’d be happy to let it burn, so long as they’ve got their VR goggles. They’re already essentially Descartes’ “brains in vats.” Though just the starting point to the thought experiment that led him to the cogito, Descartes considered this a terrible fate, ascribing the power to so imprison someone to an “evil genius.” These assholes are their own evil geniuses, cutting themselves off from the only real world we have. (Well, maybe not geniuses.) And for what? Virtual wealth and virtual worlds are nothing. You still need to breathe, drink and eat. None of these things can be done “virtually.” However emmersive and convincing your digital environment may be, you still have to occasionally come the the surface to fill your lungs with real, honest to goodness air. What good will your goggles and headphones be after you’ve utterly spent the world to power the vapid, shallow, self-regarding, seductive lies of macho individuality and independence they’ve been feeding you? John Galt never had to face this problem, so you won’t have a clue when you do.
Once (not if) things get bad enough, nobody outside your little silicon playpen is going to give a good goddamn, let alone honour, your imaginary wealth built of electrons, greed, and hubris. No Indiana Jones of the future is ever going to stumble upon a vault of Bitcoins or NFTs once the power goes out; maybe just empty footprints, leading to nowhere, in the hot, dead dust of what’s left of the Earth.
I was amused by that ‘RUMP TOWER’ (which is how it seems to appear on the actual cards) – surely it would better to have had Donald with his back to us, with laser beams coming out of his…
Extra happy bonus note: Much of the “art” on the cards has already been demonstrated to have been lifted from Getty Images and Shutterstock. In at least one case, a portion of the watermark is still visible–meaning they just outright stole it, because of course they did, paying for the material you’re using in a grift is a rookie move. It’s theft all the way down.
NOT better than a sharp stick in the eye….
“Buy some utterly worthless garbage from me so I can have more money, and as a special bonus, you will have everlasting proof that you are as much of an idiot as I am. Yay me!”
This video was the first thing I saw about the Trump NFTs, and it was so painful that I thought it just HAD to be a deepfake.
No parody could top that. It’s cheesier than a bag of Cheetos. It looks like a perfect false flag operation that managed to recruit the very person it’s lampooning. Cowboy, astronaut, superhero; definitely a Village People Redux vibe happening there.
Does Trump know the red and blue African Elephant he’s depicted upon probably lives in some shit-hole country?Or at least it likely did until Eric and Don Jr. murdered it in a canned hunt.
It’s cheesier than a bag of Cheetos made by people made of cheese in a factory made of cheese on a planet made of cheese I could go on like this forever. INFINITE CHEESINESS UNLOCKED.
THey have sold out. He has made 4 million dollars.
Whether you agreed with his politics or not, Obama was a class act. Presidential, diligent, intelligent, sensitive, funny.
We went from that … to this. The shock to my system will never quite wear off. Yes, I was alive when that happened.
He has laundered $4 million. At $99 each, and a maximum of 100 tokens per person/household, it comes in at $9,900, just under the $10,000 reporting limit. And good luck auditing crypto currency purchases. He’s not beholden to any one person, who might otherwise have “bought” the lot, were the limits not in place. Grifter extraordinaire.
Ahhhhh, that makes sense.
Sastra – indeed. And Michelle, too. And their daughters, and Marian Robinson. All of them a class act.
“…$99, which doesn’t sound like very much for what you are getting.”
It’s quite a lot for a jpeg if what was what you were getting, but an NFT is even less than that.
Someone on the link in the OP posted something that suggested this is a way to launder foreign money through the largely unregulated NFT market.
And as for NFTs themselves? I think there’re pretty well “funged” to start with. A short item I clicked on optimistically promised that
https://techinnovations.info/after-reading-this-article-you-will-know-for-sure-what-nft-means-and-why-it-is-so-cool/?gclid=EAIaIQobChMIiobf5d6B_AIVCYvICh0zrQBvEAAYASAAEgK9gvD_BwE
Alas, I’m still not really that clear on the concept, but I’m pretty sure it’s fucking stupid. I know that current banking is totally dependent on computers; call me old fashioned, but I’m not sure I’m crazy about investing in something that disappears if someone happens to pull out the plug. Not to mention the carbon produced by cryptocurrencies when you leave the plug in: https://www.nrdc.org/stories/crypto-has-climate-problem
It infuriates me that we’re burning the world to fuel the happy-clappy, masturbatory cryptocurrency fantasies of techbros who’d be happy to let it burn, so long as they’ve got their VR goggles. They’re already essentially Descartes’ “brains in vats.” Though just the starting point to the thought experiment that led him to the cogito, Descartes considered this a terrible fate, ascribing the power to so imprison someone to an “evil genius.” These assholes are their own evil geniuses, cutting themselves off from the only real world we have. (Well, maybe not geniuses.) And for what? Virtual wealth and virtual worlds are nothing. You still need to breathe, drink and eat. None of these things can be done “virtually.” However emmersive and convincing your digital environment may be, you still have to occasionally come the the surface to fill your lungs with real, honest to goodness air. What good will your goggles and headphones be after you’ve utterly spent the world to power the vapid, shallow, self-regarding, seductive lies of macho individuality and independence they’ve been feeding you? John Galt never had to face this problem, so you won’t have a clue when you do.
Once (not if) things get bad enough, nobody outside your little silicon playpen is going to give a good goddamn, let alone honour, your imaginary wealth built of electrons, greed, and hubris. No Indiana Jones of the future is ever going to stumble upon a vault of Bitcoins or NFTs once the power goes out; maybe just empty footprints, leading to nowhere, in the hot, dead dust of what’s left of the Earth.
I was amused by that ‘RUMP TOWER’ (which is how it seems to appear on the actual cards) – surely it would better to have had Donald with his back to us, with laser beams coming out of his…
…bum.
Thank you, Ophelia! That’s the word I was trying to think of!
Of course it was!
Extra happy bonus note: Much of the “art” on the cards has already been demonstrated to have been lifted from Getty Images and Shutterstock. In at least one case, a portion of the watermark is still visible–meaning they just outright stole it, because of course they did, paying for the material you’re using in a grift is a rookie move. It’s theft all the way down.
Well I’m sure they plan to pay royalties.