The gullibility gene
If only there was a cure. Forget the major plagues of the world; the medical people have their eye on those. I’m more worried about something that sits closer to home. My sister, for example. And here, I’m peering over my glasses at the evidence that she has the gullibility gene.
I accept that winning the lottery is difficult. The people from Publishers Clearing House have always avoided my house. A pot of gold from that rainbow? Not in my back yard. Look closer… yes, right there on Facebook. The “Like and Share to Win” model of wealth redistribution. Maybe?
On my timeline, an invitation to get lucky with a $6000 pass from our national rail system. Only four (or is it forty??) available, so Like and Share quickly. But I know something materially related to this. The rail system has never given away anything, ever. And with their pockets sewn shut due to cutbacks, the price of things has risen. Want to imagine a millionaire’s getaway? Board the train on one coast and head off to the other. Why, one of those lucky passes would just about cover the price.
And that’s why I know this isn’t a likely way to get away. Saying “scam” is harsh, but a minute of your time on Google will reveal that these contests aren’t real. A bit of dust in the wind. Someone loves your likes, but they aren’t sharing what they get from your share. Imagine a world where your information is up for sale. Now share in that world, with absolutely no chance of coming out on top. You aren’t riding the rails, not ever.
