Strikes me weird an emotionally arrested kid saddled with a fathomless fortune accrued by coding skills and freakish luck now steers the global power he unleashed like an eighteen-wheel Lamborghini hauling Russian hackers and every cherished fatal human impulse around hairpin turns and blind curves in a dark casino while sneaking snapshots of patron backsides.
Once, mass communication was three networks with worldly anchors presided over by men learned in history and journalism.
Now there’s Facebook with 3x the reach and influence, run by a billionaire quant from the dorm squirreling covert butt-nuggets like a malfunctioning android.
