I’m no longer a sharecropper working on a digital plantation

By David McElroy · August 16, 2026

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Unless you’re an idiot or a masochist, you wouldn’t apply for that job. I wouldn’t, either. I would laugh at it and mock the intelligence of anybody who would fall for such a one-sided deal.

But when I’m honest with myself, I realize that’s what I’ve been doing for years on social media.

I started joining social media platforms — Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and even Threads — starting in about 2007. The value proposition was simple: You connect with your friends and anybody else you want to connect with. Your friends will be shown everything you post. You’ll see everything they post. And there’s no charge for this. What a deal.

As the social media companies grew more popular, they changed the deal. They introduced algorithms which determined which tiny portion of your posts would be shown to your friends. Then the companies started randomly showing you posts you never asked for — from people you’ve never heard of, about things you don’t care about.

But we put up with it, because we had developed a weird addiction to social media. We created all of the editorial content for companies which have gotten fabulously wealthy. We’ve been bewildered sharecroppers on a digital plantation.

Today, I’m starting the process of walking away from all of that. This is not what I signed up for.

I’ve dipped a toe into these waters before. I’ve left Facebook for months at a time on multiple occasions. I’ve threatened to stop posting to Instagram. I abandoned my Twitter account and I never used the Threads account I set up.

My tentative attempts to walk away have been unsuccessful for one simple reason. I’ve been addicted to the attention that comes from posting.

I like having a place to post my thoughts and links and photos. I’ve liked being able to connect with people who agreed with my iconoclastic thoughts. I’ve been addicted to the “likes” and “loves.” I’ve enjoyed the public approval far more than I want to admit.

But Facebook’s algorithm doesn’t care for the things I post. Even though I have close to a thousand “followers” on there, my links and text posts were routinely shown to very few people — sometimes fewer than a dozen.

What’s the point of composing my thoughts or editing my photos or posting my links if the platform is going to hide them — so that it can show my friends and followers more faux entertainment, as it turns itself into TikTok Lite?

On Instagram, I have many followers for my two accounts, especially my animal account. At one time, I could post a photo and instantly have dozens of reactions and comments. Today, the platform shows my photos to so few people that most of my posts are “liked” by the same half a dozen people, if I’m lucky.

I’ve invested a lot of time and effort into Facebook and Instagram. I finally realized that I am working for free for a company which no longer even keeps the bargain that we struck when I signed up.

If I’m going to work for free — to write essays and make videos — I might as well limit my efforts to somewhere I’m in control. And that’s why I’m going to focus on my own website as the place to post my work. I’m not writing material that’s designed to attract a mass audience — as it was when I used to write political content years ago — but I’m writing what I need to write.

And on here, there’s no moderator or algorithm to dictate who sees what I publish.

Here’s the thing. I’ve been a professional writer and photographer before, but I haven’t been paid for my creative work for a long time. I’d love to be paid again — for writing or for films — but if I’m going to end up just publishing for my wonderful regular readers anyway, why not stick to the place where I can control it? Why keep giving my work to social media platforms which offer a lousy deal for us?

There are other reasons to get away from social media, at least for me. I’ve written recently about the cesspool that social media has become, so that’s part of it. But I’ve also written — quite a long time ago — about how social media is a psychological trap for those of us who were raised by narcissists.

There’s another issue, too. When you have constant access to faux entertainment that presents itself to you in a long and endless scroll, it’s easy to waste your time. I’ve done that more than I want to admit. Many of my friends do it. I’m constantly being barraged with social media links that people liked and shared with me.

Even though a few of them are momentarily entertaining, they’re doing nothing more than wasting time that I should be spending on creating my own work. I literally don’t care about 98 percent of what I watch on Facebook — that I run across myself or get from others — but I somehow end up wasting time on it anyway.

It’s even worse than the trap of watching junk television. I gave up watching television many years ago — after reading Neil Postman’s “Amusing Ourselves to Death” — but I somehow stumbled into something even more dangerous and more time-consuming.

I thought social media was a waste of time when it first started, but I set up a Facebook account because a girlfriend wanted me to. It seemed like a harmless way to make her happy. It turned into a tremendous waste of time. I’m not blaming her. I’m not even blaming the platforms. I’m blaming myself for sticking around so long — even after I knew it was a mistake for me.

My time on this Earth is limited. The time I spend on these platforms is a terrible use of my time, whether it’s material I find myself or random junk that others send to me. I’ve been a terrible steward of my time in this respect.

That is changing, starting today.

It will take me a few days to figure out how to back away from various bits and pieces of my social media life, but it’s all going away. I’ll eventually have a way to post my photos — the ones currently going to Instagram — here on my site. I’ll have more to say as I figure it out.

In the days ahead, I plan to use the time I’ve been wasting on social media — either creating or consuming — on my own work.

I have multiple books I want to finish writing. I have a short film to make soon. I’d like to make feature films. I have a lot more to say about ideas I care about, both through essays and video.

None of those are possible if I keep wasting my time and attention on social media.

I’m finished consuming social media. I’m finished giving my work away to the companies.

If I’m going to work for nothing, I’m going to do it for myself. I’m finished being a sharecropper on a vast digital plantation. I’m walking out. Starting today.

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Meet my new girlfriend. Her name is Meg. And she’s my little sweetheart. A couple of months ago, a neighbor across the street told me about a new stray in the neighborhood that she and I were both soon feeding. The cat had been very skittish about contact and she had a lot of scabs and parasites in her fur, but a trip to the vet last week revealed that she was otherwise in good health. The vet estimates her to be 1 to 2 years old. I named her for Meg Murry, the 13-year-old protagonist of Madeleine L’Engle’s wonderful book, “A Wrinkle in Time.” (Please read the book. Don’t watch the horrible movie.) Since we lost Lucy almost a year ago, it seems appropriate that we finally have a new little girl to join the household. She’s already captured my heart, but Alex, Oliver and Sam aren’t there quite yet.

There’s nothing socially acceptable that’s as dangerous as drinking alcohol. Most people grow up being told to “drink responsibly” — and all of us see people abusing this drug in one way or another — but the truth is that drinking alcohol is always a terrible risk. The alcohol in these drinks is toxic and the human liver has to work hard to filter the toxins out. What most people don’t realize is that alcohol is classified as a known carcinogen by the World Health Organization — because of the well-established connection between imbibing and various cancers. Many people have taken refuge behind the idea that light or moderate drinking might be safe, but a new study shows that drinking even one drink a day increases the risks of 10 types of cancer. When I was a teen-ager, I looked around and saw the negative effects that this behavior had on a lot of people and decided not to start drinking, so I’ve never even tried this poison. The evidence keeps piling up that I was lucky to have come to that conclusion early.

It turns out that the radical far left has been training “Antifa cats” to sabotage anything important to Donald Trump. Everything he did was perfect. Honest. It was all the cats’ fault. Arrest all the cats! This is the latest of my ridiculous satirical shorts. Please go watch it. Then “like” it and subscribe. Please. I’m begging you. (Too much?) Although a couple of the previous videos have had views in the hundreds, most have still been seen by fewer than 20 people. So I seem to be having trouble letting people know that page exists.

Here’s the latest of my ridiculous parody shorts. It crossed my mind Tuesday to wonder what a slick and fast-talking car dealer might do right now to try to turn the high price of gasoline to his advantage. So I conceived of a fat and lovable character who tried to sell cars that don’t use any fuel — and then I started wondering if it would be funnier if all the characters were felines. Designing the King Cashpaw character took about four hours, but the rest took only another four hours, so this was a relatively quick piece that virtually wrote itself. I know it’s almost impossible for these parody videos to find a larger audience, but at least they amuse me — and there are 19 of them on my YouTube page now. The first few were very limited, but they’re getting more complex.

The Republican Party is dead. It still exists in name, of course, but it’s nothing but a shell. All that’s left are idiots and stooges and con men of the MAGA party. When Donald Trump is gone — which won’t be long — those populist idiots and pragmatic fools will have no one to follow. Democrats will thrive. They will take more power than ever and they will push the federal government further to the radical far left than ever. When that happens, don’t just blame Trump if you’re a conservative. Blame every person who has claimed to be a conservative and has given up on principles, character and everything else that Republicans once claimed to stand for. As someone who worked as a GOP political consultant for many years, this is disgusting and disturbing to me. Those who have enabled Trump to have almost unchecked power are going to be shocked when they see what they will unleash in the long run. It’s been plain all along what this narcissistic con man is. It’s your fault that you chose to pretend not to see what he really is.

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