It pays to be an anti-Semitic racist. No, literally. You can make money, gain followers, become an internet sensation — just by posting hate. The more you hate, the more you gain. ProPublica — a non-profit news organization — found out that Facebook’s advertising algorithms, for one, had directed the pitches of racists and anti-Semites directly to the news feeds of like-minded haters.
It worked, until the glitch was exposed and Facebook moved to correct it.
How in hell did that happen in the first place? Like this: Facebook, Google and Twitter — which know more about what you’re doing than you do — send notifications about certain ads and posts so that you can reach more people with a boost for a few bucks.
These ads and posts then get sent to people with your interests, whether that’s walking your dog, visiting the flower show or targeting the Jews next door.
Bigots had their targeted ads automatically directed into the news feeds of sub-humans who’d previously searched out terms like “Jew hater,” “how to burn Jews,” and “History of ‘why Jews ruin the world.’”
The practice was exposed when ProPublica paid a mere 30 bucks to boost three test racist pitches. All three were approved in 15 minutes, despite safeguards that were supposed to be in place.
Twitter, which didn’t seem to have limits, broke down too, according to the Daily Beast.
Google was worse. BuzzFeed found the search engine actually helped racists find search terms like “black people ruin neighborhoods.” What about, “haters ruin the internet?” These glitches are supposedly being corrected. On the bright side of the dark side of the web is that once these freaks commit, admit and spit out their hate online, their hate is there forever. They can delete their posts, destroy their hard drives and throw their phones into the ocean, but the posts still exist somewhere in cyberspace, waiting for someone to somehow find them.
Take Gainesville’s “Hot Cop” Michael Hamill, one of the three smokin’ police officers working Hurricane Irma. He thought his anti-Semitic posts were toast. They weren’t and now he’s not just hot, he could be fired if they’re substantiated. Hot Cop had allegedly posted, “Here is one for everybody, ‘What’s the
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Or, about his cure for stupid people? “Put them in an oven and deal with them the Hitler way. Haha.” Maybe that’s a death wish for himself, because these posts are as stupid as they are dangerous.
Wonder if he boosted those posts? Facebook’s algorithms would have sent them right into the news feeds of like-minded Hitlerites. Or, more to the point: How come the Gainesville PD didn’t vet his social media before hiring him?
Hitler didn’t die. He’s alive and well and is now called social, or make that anti-social media. President The Donald thought he’d be showing inclusiveness AND thriftiness by hiring a black woman, but the match might be headed for cancellation. As reported in the Daily News’ Confidential column on Friday, “Apprentice” apprentice Omarosa Manigault might get knocked from her perch as director of communications for the Office of Public Liaison. Is Omarosa incompetent, or did Trump realize that nobody actually knows what a director of communications for the Office of Public Liaison does? Or was it just another Friday when Donald gets all itchy.