The year is 2032.
There are 1.5 billion LinkedIn coaches desperately fighting to convert the two remaining users who have not yet hired or become LinkedIn coaches.
This is the only monetary value left in the world.
Most of the coaches rifle through bins, looking for scraps of B2B sales wisdom to repackage as digital courses.
They roam the streets in search of podcast hosts without a guest, or perhaps an unattended sports car which could provide the backdrop for a much needed thought-leadership reel.
They send daily connection requests to the 2 potential clients who still haven’t leveraged the power of LinkedIn to sell their services to a powerful network.
Perhaps these people might benefit from a 9-figure copywriting masterclass, a LinkedIn rebels solopreneur community, or ‘The Only Power Hour You’ll Ever Need to 10X Your Lead-Gen Strategy’.
Just one sale could feed a family of gurus for a month.
Surely, these two accounts will at least download they World’s Best LinkedIn Social Selling Guide for People who HATE Playbooks.
Surely…
A new client entering the content marketing funnel could provide a ray of hope for a whole pod of LinkedInfluencers.
Sadly, news emerges that the two accounts are actually a chatbot named Gary Hashtag designed to optimise post discoverability and a tribute account for Simon Sinek’s late mother.
There is no more revenue to be drawn from the platform. Gurus are crushed, and LinkedIn’s value plummets.
All the coaches set their status to Open to Work, but there are no other jobs in the world.
Tom from MySpace buys the platform for $1 so he can become everyone’s friend.
Influencers venture outside their digital Neverlands for the first time in years. A new society emerges. People farm the land. They work together.
Without being slaves to The Algorithm, they can live a peaceful existence.
Personal brands are made illegal.
A new Utopia emerges.
And the world becomes bullshit free.
How much would you pay for this sweet tracksuit?
#gm #fashion #nostrich
I didn't take a picture of the Las Palmas group (maybe next time). This one is just used to represent the meetup.
One for the meat lovers. Come get a slice of Canarian culture.
The bar was so big, it didn’t easily fit into my pocket.
I grasped it in my hand. Carried it around.
Boasting in front of my mates.
Mars bars don’t cost 29p now.
They cost 3 times that much.
And they aren’t as big.
Mars Bars in 2000 weighed 65 grams.
Now? Just 51 grams.
22% less product.
So what, Phil. Who cares?
That’s inflation, right?
(+293% for those who are wondering)
It happens.
Costs go up.
So do our wages.
Sure.
But you're not in control of either.
And funnily enough, your purchasing power only goes down.
"Inflation is always and everywhere a monetary phenomenon.” Milton Friedman.
It is taxation without legislation (a.k.a theft).
With every push 'the Big Red Button'🔴 the government steals from you.
Don’t blame Mars; blame the central banks.
And don't settle for a measly 51 grams at 3 times the cost.
Let's demand the whole damn thing, and take the button away from those thieves in suits.
(picture credit Jordan Walker)
#inflation
Hope you found some value here.
Carry on, legends.
#bitcoinonly
#catstr