Why Substack Kills Revolutions: The Intellectual Sandbox or the Idea-cutting shredder

If Lenin had a newsletter, the Russian Revolution would have been buried in the scroll.

If Lenin had had a Substack, all his ideas and energy would have been buried one scroll at a time in the void of buried ideas on this site, or more exactly, shredded into a million pieces in the noise of the idea-cutting machine, and there would have never been a Russian Revolution.

I’m starting to think that this Substack thing is Pornhub for intellectuals, mind masturbation instead of the real thing.

Porn kills sex because it works by skimming the energy down and inducing seduction paralysis; Substack kills revolutions because it gives just enough fast-food satisfaction to a chad who is hungry for steak, making him just stop at the McDo on the corner instead of going on a hunt.

Lenin would be a wolf domesticated into an intellectual cow.

Before, the message disseminated counted because it was dangerous to print counterarguments, and people were reading because of that. The medium was the message.

Today there is no effort, everything is delivered smoothly, and all are like the crew of Ulysses among the sirens, sleeping on board, sliding on waves, rocked, waltzing, and returning to the exact spot they started from: nowhere.

In the desert where humanity lives, water does not pour anymore. We are blindly sleeping while slowly we are dying from a lack of water, a smooth death drying up our humanity.

Some are shouting here and there: “Wake up! Wake up, people!”

But they are treated like bad dreams.

“Why should I wake up? This dream is so pleasant…”

But it is a dream, and very few know that it is a dream. And dreams always finish with the waking up to reality, and right now, you are dreaming while the house is catching on fire!