The Silicon Sheriff Nobody Asked For.
Zuck started out like a geeky college kid with a chip on his shoulder—and turned into a digital emperor with a god complex. Built Facebook in a dorm, sure. But let’s not act like this was some underdog story. From day one, he was collecting data, cutting corners, and stepping over people like they were bugs on a motherboard.
He don’t talk like real folk. Don’t move like one either. The man blinks like he’s buffering. No roots. No dirt under the nails. Just servers, surveillance, and soulless tech speak.
He’s training MMA now, like that makes him relatable. But you can put gloves on a lizard, it don’t make it a man. This guy’s never fixed a fence, changed his own oil, or made a decision with his gut instead of a billion-dollar algorithm.
And let’s not forget—he’s spent years censoring voices, steering elections, and pretending to be neutral while playing puppet master behind the scenes. That ain’t grit. That’s control. And it sure as hell ain’t freedom.
Verdict: Not SphstRDnck.
All machine, no soul. No roots. No truth. Just power in a hoodie. Keep your distance.