So if I were to tell you that I’m writing this post on a typewriter rather
than my computer that would be a lie. If I were to tell you that I’m writing
this post on my computer and some of the components in this computer were
manufactured in Taiwan and Taiwan is a beautiful country with green hills and amazing blue ocean, well that would be a bullshit....
No, this isn’t satire. This is our diagnosis
We are living in a golden age of bullshit, a time where thinking is
offensive, noise is profitable, and stupidity isn’t just celebrated, it’s
monetized. Being loud, shallow, and proudly ignorant? That’s a career path
now. We've built a civilization that scrolls past philosophy to get to prank
videos. A world where attention is currency and the smartest strategy is to
act dumb on purpose. Performance stupidity has become a billion-dollar
brand.
We’ve traded minds for memes, wisdom for Wi-Fi, and truth for trending
sounds. Silence is uncomfortable. Reflection is "for old people." We
consume. We applaud clowns and idolize idiots. We mock thinkers and elect
content creators. Somewhere between dopamine hits we stopped asking
questions. Now, we just react.
The books about Steve Jobs
There are many stories about his "great" life. One of them goes like this... Soon after he returned to Apple as CEO in 1997, he decided that a shipping company wasn’t delivering spare parts fast enough.
The shipper said it couldn’t do better, and it didn’t have to: Apple had signed a contract granting it the business at the current pace. Steve Jobs as a new chief executive had a simple request: Break the contract.
When an Apple manager warned him that this decision would probably mean a lawsuit, Jobs responded, “Just tell them if they fuck with us, they’ll never get another fucking dime from this company, ever.”
The shipper did sue. The manager quit Apple. (Jobs “would have fired me anyway,” he later told to an interview). The legal proceeding took a year and presumably a significant amount of money to resolve.
But meanwhile, Apple hired a new shipper that met the expectations of the company’s uncompromising CEO. What this tells about Steve Jobs? After all, I want to read the lives of successful people for inspiration and instruction. But his behaviors and personality make me uncomfortable.
He was a selfish bastard, with only money in front of his eyes. He violates any norm of social or business interaction that stands between him and what he wants. He routinely told subordinates that they were assholes, that they never did anything right. Jobs called his closest friends “a piece of shit” and stormed out anyone whenever they displeased him.
Jobs biography is still a best seller for people that do not use their brain. His life story has emerged as a corporate gospel book. For some people, Jobs’ life has revealed the importance of sticking firmly to vision and goals with no concern for employees or business associates.
This isn’t a glitch in the system. This is the system
The algorithm doesn't care about truth — it only cares about how long
you’ll stay, how hard you’ll scroll, and how easily you’ll drool over
dopamine. And you do. We all do. It’s easier. Safer. Simpler.
Thinking is now a radical act.
We’ve engineered a world where emotional overreaction spreads faster than
evidence, where a bullshit outperforms simple lecture, and where “I feel
like…” replaces “I know that…” We’ve trained ourselves to treat
intelligence as someting rare, complexity as manipulation, and education
as a threat to our fragile attention spans. In this cult of bullshit, it’s
not what you know, it’s how entertaining your ignorance looks online.
Autobiography of a Yogi, the book by Yogananda
This book is supposed to be a first-hand account of the life experiences of Paramhansa Yogananda, a spiritual master but this book is negligible, worthless and distasteful, nothing but a great bullshit, even it has been sold in millions of copies and is "beloved" around the world by those interested in yoga and spirituality.
I could not finish reading this book. I stopped reading before Yogananda left to America. It is pointless and disappointing book. Autobiography of a yogi is the ultimate example of zero information in a pretty long book.
The book is full of stories about saints that perform countless miracles - most of which are truly bullshit. It is all about great and predestined life for sainthood.
The book does not contain any teaching, as many people claim, but rather an undiscriminating account of second hand stories.
The golden age of bullshit - a culture where dancing
morons get millions of views while truth-tellers get buried. Where
politics is cosplay. Where the loudest voice wins. Where education is
defunded, philosophy discarded, and self-awareness replaced by filters.
Where burnout isn’t a personal failure — it’s a system feature. Your
exhaustion is profitable.
So what do you do?
You think. You resist. You choose slow over viral. You find people who
value ideas more than aesthetics. You stop apologizing for wanting to
understand something before reacting to it. Because in a society addicted
to stupidity, intentional thinking is the cleanest rebellion.
So if you’re still here — still reading this weird and long, un-viral post, congratulations. You’re not entirely lost yet.
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