epilogue wrote:I have seen Mr Beast referenced about a dozen times this week. I have no idea who this person is or why they're a big deal. I kinda like not having any idea about this so I'm not going to look into it.
I watched my nephew's through COVID lockdown so I became pretty familiar with Mr Beast, Markiplier and PewDiePie.
Yeah it's rough. On the one hand, he gives a shitload to charity, but he got his start exploiting homeless people and shit. One of those "just a prank, bro" types, except it was "if I shove a camera in your face will you accept this sandwich?"
He's not that bad. Certainly not on the 'just a prank, bro" spectrum.
Joe might be hearing his name a lot this week because there was an episode of the NYT Daily podcast about him this week. The guy makes content for kids and teens, but it's basically harmless (I'd even contend it's overall a mild positive, Mr Beast is a nice guy ho does nice, fun things. No drama, no cruelty, no bullying).
The guy on the podcast likened it to eighties/nineties cable TV game shows for kids and teens.
This does not foretell doom (we are doomed regardless)
The Argonaut wrote:He's not that bad. Certainly not on the 'just a prank, bro" spectrum
I'm talking about before he made it big. Speaking of spectrums.
It's hard to respond to you when you're just making stuff up. The guy didn't shove his camera in the face of homeless people while giving them sandwiches. He filmed himself giving people tens of thousands of dollars. He filmed himself giving a homeless person a home. He filmed himself counting to 100,000 and doing similar stunts.
Before he made it big, he still wasn't on the 'just a prank bro' spectrum. That's not his lane.
Just because someone is popular, you don't need to reflexively hate on them and write them off and ascribe cruel motives to them. And I don't want to say that I'm some Mr Beast partisan, or even a fan of his videos. It's the reflexive "this guy is popular-->this guy is a jerk-->everyone sucks" reaction (based on inventions inside your head) that bugs me.
The Argonaut wrote:He's not that bad. Certainly not on the 'just a prank, bro" spectrum
I'm talking about before he made it big. Speaking of spectrums.
It's hard to respond to you when you're just making stuff up. The guy didn't shove his camera in the face of homeless people while giving them sandwiches. He filmed himself giving people tens of thousands of dollars. He filmed himself giving a homeless person a home. He filmed himself counting to 100,000 and doing similar stunts.
Before he made it big, he still wasn't on the 'just a prank bro' spectrum. That's not his lane.
Just because someone is popular, you don't need to reflexively hate on them and write them off and ascribe cruel motives to them. And I don't want to say that I'm some Mr Beast partisan, or even a fan of his videos. It's the reflexive "this guy is popular-->this guy is a jerk-->everyone sucks" reaction (based on inventions inside your head) that bugs me.
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Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.
There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.
There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.
There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.
O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.
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Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.
There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.
There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.
There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.
O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.
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E.H. Ruddock wrote:The burgers from the Mr. Beast restaurants are pet good. He’s pretty big around here as he’s based just up the road in east-central NC.
Are we talking puppies, kitty cats, hamsters?
And they say that a hero could save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
As I said, he gives a lot. But he also exploited the homeless to build his empire. Argo seems to think he's squeaky clean, which is downright strange. Dude murders countless cows to make his burgers, too.
