Welcome to the All Boys Club.
Once upon a time, the Warlords called newspaper owners ruled the roost with impunity.
And then came a new set of Warlords. First radio.
Then television that was the giant of the three whose narratives controlled the rules of engagement for decades.
It defined what to think and how to think it.
Your childhood fantasies were controlled by them. How you saw justice, coolness, wisdom, beauty, and morality.
The career choices and the what you saw in a spouse were defined by the flickering screen that you had in your living room.
For decades, there were always battles, but battles within the medium.
And then the battleground began to stretch.
And then everything began to change when the Internet came roaring to life.
And the new Warlords destroyed the old guard.
Some were seen as friendly, but not all of them were.
The ones who owned the platform did far better than the ones who produced the content.
The new Warlords liberated the world, by smashing the gates the old ones built to control the message.
And the old warlords were seething, licking their wounds, hoping one of the new guard made a misstep to attack.
And it did, and the old broken warlords tried to grab their old power back.
But there is a war going on.
One where the currency is propaganda that pedals in paranoia and fear.
And the spoils of war is not data, but control of the flow of information.
Data is cheap.
But controlling the gates is priceless...