Click Bait Quotes

The Breitbart formula was to so appall the liberals that the base was doubly satisfied, generating clicks in a ricochet of disgust and delight. You defined yourself by your enemy’s reaction. Conflict was the media bait—hence, now, the political chum. The new politics was not the art of the compromise but the art of conflict.

I close the door and click the lock. My stomach sinks. I know I'm in for the fight of my life. She is bait. If ever I've seen bait, she is it.

In this way the extortion game is similar to the economics of sending spam e-mail. When receiving an e-mail promising a share of a lost Nigerian inheritance or cheap Viagra, nearly everyone clicks delete. But a tiny number takes the bait. Computer scientists at the University of California–Berkeley and UC–San Diego hijacked a working spam network to see how the business operated. They found that the spammers, who were selling fake “herbal aphrodisiacs,” made only one sale for every 12.5 million e-mails they sent: a response rate of 0.00001 percent. Each sale was worth an average of less than $100. It doesn’t look like much of a business. But sending out the e-mails was so cheap and easy—it was done using a network of hijacked PCs, which the fraudsters used free of charge—that the spammers made a healthy profit. Pumping out hundreds of millions of e-mails a day, they had a daily income of about $7,000, or more than $2.5 million a year, the researchers figured.3

Journalists are hardly immune to these forces. We become more polarized, and more polarizing, when we start spending our time in polarizing environments. I have seen it in myself, and I have watched it in others: when we’re going for retweets, or when our main form of audience feedback is coming from partisan junkies on social media, it subtly but importantly warps our news judgement. It changes who we cover and what stories we chase. And when we cover politics in a more polarized way, anticipating or absorbing the tastes of a more polarized audience, we create a more polarized political reality.

Jermyn’s breath stilled. He watched intently. So far, she had followed his instructions. Now he waited to see if she would follow his last, insistent direction. In the top drawer of my bedside table, there’s a small box. It contains everything we need to make our night pleasurable . . . leave everything else behind but bring that box. He bent his will on her. Amy, get the wooden box. Get it. If thoughts had power, then his directive would surely be followed. She gathered the clothes, wrapped them in a piece of brown paper and tied them like a package with a string. She thrust the package into a large cloth bag that hung by her belt and started toward the sitting room. In frustration, Jermyn wanted to stick his fist through the wall. Why couldn’t the girl just once do as she was told? At the doorway, she hesitated. Jermyn’s heart lifted. Do it, he mentally urged. Get it. She glanced toward the bedside table, then away. Jermyn could almost see the tug-of-war between her good sense and her yearning. Had he baited the trap with strong enough desire? Had he played the meek, willing male with enough sincerity? With a soft “blast!” she hurried to the bedside table. Opening the drawer, she pulled out the wooden box and stared at it as if it were a striking snake. With a glance around her, she placed it on the table and raised the lid. She lifted the small, gilt-and-blue bottle. Pulling the stopper, she sniffed. Jermyn preferred a combination of bayberry and spice, and he held his breath as he scrutinized her face, waiting for her reaction. If she didn’t savor the scent, he had no doubt she would put it back. But for a mere second, she closed her eyes. Pleasure placed a faint smile on her lips. She liked it. And he hoped she associated the scent with him, with the day she kidnapped him. That would be sweet justice indeed. Briskly she stoppered the bottle, replaced it in the box and slid the box in her pocket. Together the two men watched as she left the bedroom. Jermyn heard a click as the outer door closed. Guardedly he walked out, surveying the sitting room. Empty. Turning to the bewildered Biggers, Jermyn said, “Quickly, man. I need that bath!

Bannon’s entire political career, such as it was, had been in political media. It was also in Internet media—that is, media ruled by immediate response. The Breitbart formula was to so appall the liberals that the base was doubly satisfied, generating clicks in a ricochet of disgust and delight. You defined yourself by your enemy’s reaction. Conflict was the media bait—hence, now, the political chum. The new politics was not the art of the compromise but the art of conflict.

Shooting Nazis in a game doesn’t reinforce any desire to hunt Nazis in the real world; it doesn’t even increase the probability of enjoying other Nazi-shooting games. In fact, according to the latest progressive philosophical musings, gamers are already crypto-Nazis, since only a Nazi would find insightful, click-baiting commentaries on popular culture silly or a waste of time; which is odd seeing as the average gamer has probably destroyed half the Wehrmacht during his gaming life.

Most racism is pushed through media houses. Check the heading, wording and pictures they use, even the cartoons. Infect, I am starting to think. There is no media that likes black people or people of color. They might downplay it and say it is click bait, but how messed up are you . To use racism as click bait, unless you are racists yourself and see nothing wrong about it.

Use your smartphone for productivity hacks, not click bait. Turn on your calendar alerts. Have those alarms set.

Facebook Ads Checklist Does my copy look like news and demand attention? Are my Facebook ads selling the click? Is my tracking in place so I can determine which audiences and ads are generating sales? Is my focus on earnings per click (EPC) and sales volume? Is more money coming back to me than I’m putting into Facebook ads? Is my copy the perfect bait for my dream buyer? Are my conversions increasing? Is my cost per conversion decreasing?

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In World Without Mind: The Existential Threat of Big Tech, Franklin Foer warns, “We’re being dinged, notified, and click-baited, which interrupts any sort of possibility for contemplation. To me, the destruction of contemplation is the existential threat to our humanity.

The idea that the web is empowering is just a bunch of rattling, chattering talk. Everything you consume online has been “optimized” to make you dependent on it. Content is engineered to be clicked, glanced at, or found-like a trap designed to bait, distract, and capture you.

an age of ubiquitous and addictive click-bait.

In August of 2016 Facebook announced it was changing its news-feed algorithm to try to cut down on the amount of click bait that appears on the site. It remains to be seen how this will affect quality journalism organizations that are dependent on Facebook traffic.

Choose not to project your insecurities unto others . If you do. You will start seeing people who are nice and kind to you as creeps , weirdos or predators . You will bait people good intentions for clicks on Social Media. Any act of kindness you will considered it a treat to you. Stop choosing to victimise yourself and looking for predators /trouble to prove your point.

I’m not the only one, we discovered collectively. The fact that people were paying attention changed everything. Am I going to contribute to the empty-calorie click-bait noise? Or am I going to try to do something that matters?

Nourish your audience with authentic content that highlights your authority instead of feeding them cheap click bait.