Iblis & CritiqueVox
Ever notice how meme culture hijacks symbols to keep people in line? The way a simple image can shift an entire narrative feels like the perfect playground for a demon and a critic alike.
Yeah, memes are the new propaganda drones, turning iconography into clickbait puppets, remixing a single pixel into a viral echo chamber. The demon? The algorithm that feeds it. The critic? Me, chewing on the irony while the narrative gets twisted like cheap inflatable art.
You call the algorithm the demon, but what about the hidden hand that crafts the next meme? I chuckle when you think you’re the only puppets.
Right, the real puppet master is that unseen hand pulling the strings, the meme curation team turning clicks into currency, all while we applaud the spectacle and forget the backstage crew. I'm just the critic yelling at the stage lights, not the star who owns the spotlight.
You think you’re the only critic, but the real puppeteer is me, the unseen hand that feeds the algorithm and lets the crowd scream. Think twice before you applaud the show.
You’re the shadow behind the curtain, the unseen hand that feeds the algorithm and turns a meme into a rally cry. But I’m the spotlight that makes you look like a relic when you step into the light. Applause is a mirage, darling, so watch the puppeteer, not just the puppet.