About Sixty Fucking Cents
I dished out about sixty cents and that makes me one of the best?
Normally, I'd be proud to be 'one of the best'.
My bedtime story last night was a podcast about the Alcubierre warp drive; and you damn right I fell asleep fast.
The last thing I remember from dreamland was lobbing incendiary grenades into a black Ford F-150 that wasn't supposed to be there. I'm sure I took him out but then his wife comes running at me from out of nowhere. One of those weird looking redneck wives you'd see on an episode of Cops. I picked up a small metal plate and whipped it at her like a ninja star. Damn thing bounced off her tits; she just kept coming at me...
A notification bell sound effect saved my life.
Someone on the Steem blockchain was talking about me.
Just in time, too.
Instead of diving straight into my device first thing in the morning, I thanked the higher powers for what looks to be another beautiful day, then headed outside for a stroll.
All I could think about was that woman's tits flapping around everywhere and how angry she was with me. I still think a moose charging at me would have been less intimidating.
After much fresh air and peacefulness outdoors in the middle of nowhere, the most frightening of experiences finally morphed into something I could laugh about. My head was clear; I was ready for my morning coffee.
Time to hit the books.
Who's talking about me?
Of course it was only a post written by a robot. Sigh.
A list of the most effective curators. I've been on these lists plenty of times and I think there's a list for nearly every category of content. This time around, it's the music tag being analyzed.
There I was, sitting in slot 132 out of thousands of accounts on this platform. I shelled out two votes that week. Think about that.
And here I thought my nightmare was bad...
Music
Where there's music, there's money.
Until you come here?
The other day I was browsing what's "trending" on Steemit.com. In one of the top slots was a post written by a bonehead. Probably the worst example of the written word in the history of literature, pointed towards one of the smallest audiences on the entire planet. Inside, the guy basically said STEEM might hit 30 cents before it hits 40 cents again and, because he's just some random dipshit who knows nothing, just your typical monkey behind a typewriter smashing keys for an eternity, hoping for the banana he'll receive if he manages to accidentally string the correct letter combination together to form a word; he was wrong!
Placing that garbage on the front page is WRONG!
Say thanks to your local vote seller for being the worst promoter in the history of promotion.
Who here isn't annoyed when the shit rises to the top?
Go to flush it and it just spins around and around around and around around and around around and around around and around around and around around and around and it never goes away!
What actually goes down the toilet here are those potential billions the arts and entertainment industry generates every fucking year.
Factor in everything I said within this post:
You'll then see why I've become so passionate about this. You'll see why I'm so disappointed that I made slot #132 on a list of effective curators.
Maybe I'm an effective curator but with two votes in one week, that speaks volumes. Where the hell is everyone else? How can we expect this place and STEEM to thrive when so many are willing to turn their backs on billions of dollars here, billions of dollars there, and billions of dollars everywhere! You turn you backs on billions, for a few thousand dollars worth of paid votes? You pay people to look away, in an attention economy?
Derp!
If you feel something sliding up your ass, don't worry. That's just your Darwin Award looking for a new place to hibernate.
If you factor in everything I said in the post linked above, you might be able to see how this concept of paying content producers and curators could literally give the entire music industry a run for its money. Even if we offered content producers who create music 50% of the rewards generated from their work, that's still far more than the 12% they receive today.
Rome wasn't built in a day.
And here it seems too many are waiting for the first paving stone to place itself.
"Duh I only vote for myself because the system allows it duh profits profits profits!"
That's just a fancy way of saying you shoot yourself in the foot because the gun has a trigger.
"Duh content producers earn too much that money should be mine I'm a smart investor duh."
That's just a fancy way of saying you truly can't see the difference between billions of dollars and thousands of dollars. You shouldn't be anywhere near a dollar because you're just going to end up wiping your ass with it. You also think Snoop Dogg is a homeless man.
Allow the content to thrive.
Allow the best of the best to be the best of the best.
As a content producer here on this platform, is it selfish of me to want to attract thousands upon thousands of votes worth a penny?
Ten thousand votes worth a penny is something like 2.5 million STEEM. The entertainment industry proves people are willing to spend money on entertainment. Everywhere else, a wealthy content producer is a sign of a thriving business model. There's nothing wrong with thousands of people purchasing millions of STEEM.
I also realize there are at least 100 million people on this planet who could do a better job than me, some of them are musicians, music generates billions yearly, one musician means thousands of listeners; I can't bloody well support them all with my whopping two votes worth sixty cents. I'm not saying any of this so I can earn more, I'm saying it so we all can earn more, including the dipshit vote sellers and self voters who make it nearly impossible to earn more, today.
So, whatever.
That's how I feel about it.
And I want to wake up from this nightmare, really bad.
I know the STEEM blockchain has a lot of good things going for it. A lot of progress. Good things on the horizon. Other markets and other potential billions to tap into. All I'm talking about is one pile of potential billions.
If I see a twenty dollar bill on the ground, I'm going to pick it up, so pardon me for being so passionate when I see millions of twenty dollar bills on the ground with a goddamn electric fence around it and a note that says, You can't see me!
Fuck you, John Cena.
Have a nice day.
