Did You Know Your Child Spends 8 Hours a Day in a Casino?
What if the truth is even darker—and you've been driving them there yourself?
I have a radical idea—hear me out.
We’ve completely misunderstood childhood. We’re coddling our kids. Making them weak, clueless, and naive to the real world.
So, I propose something different.
Tomorrow morning, drop your kids at the nearest casino. Leave them there. Let them spend their days mesmerized by flashing lights, losing track of time, gambling away their attention and innocence. Eight, ten, twelve hours every single day—until they master the art of addiction, compulsion, and chasing meaningless highs. They'll emerge fully prepared for adult life.
Or perhaps casinos aren’t vivid enough?
Fine. Let’s send them to a brothel instead.
Yes, a brothel.
Teach them transactional value early. Let them discover how the real world operates—how worth is traded for attention, how validation has a price tag, how intimacy is monetized. They’ll quickly grasp essential life skills like negotiation, client servicing, rapid gratification, and a thirst for empty validation.
Outrageous? Offensive? Sickening even?
Good. Because that's precisely what's happening right now—just behind a glossy digital screen.
We didn’t choose casinos or brothels. We chose TikTok, Snapchat, and Instagram. Massive corporations engineered to capture your children's attention, monetize their innocence, and sell their childhoods second by second, click by click.
We've handed them over to a system designed to addict, distract, and commoditize their every thought. The algorithms have no conscience, just quarterly targets. The platforms don’t have clocks or exits, just endless feeds. And your children? They’re the product being sold.
We didn’t just allow this—we cheered it on. Encouraged their participation, rewarded their consumption, and ignored the price they’re paying.
And now, here we are, wondering why they’re anxious, depressed, and disconnected from reality.
We’ve surrendered our children's childhoods to digital casinos—and the house always wins.
Time to cash out.
Time to reclaim childhood.
Or are we too comfortable betting our children's futures on the spin of an algorithm?