When I heard a computer screenshot sold for $90,900, I thought it was a hoax.

Or maybe some super scandalous evidence of a post that’d been deleted by a celebrity or high ranking public official who had more money than grey matter, forgot the internet’s written in ink, and believed they could buy back digitally indelible commentary in order to erase it from reality.

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Nope.

True to form, however, my people (‘murcans) didn’t disappoint me – ironically be being their disappointing selves yet again and thus confirming my lack of faith in the people of this nation. It’s not bad enough that we do things like call the police when we can’t update our statuses and profile pictures. Now, it looks like someone bought a screen capture of a website post that lamented the current state of art and then sarcastically touted his own words as being art. It was funny and snarky… until someone paid the exorbitant aforementioned sum for a pic of the post.

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Ugh… if the collective consciousness and synaptic activity of this land mass called America had a google maps function highlighting every neural pathway, I think it’d look like Columbus never made it and USA had yet to be discovered. #HipsterArielBurn

Some people are saying that 4Chan (the site on which the post was originally made) staged it in an attempt to attract more site activity. However, I like to think that some drunk and bored gazillionaire logged in from his Upper East Side abode on a lonely night after the vast loneliness of post prostitutionary coitus kicked in, posted the message himself, and then auctioned it on ebay. Then that emptiness cycled back to rich-people megalomania – and that old familiar need to validate himself with wealth wasting ascended from the intrinsic abyss. Thusly, he spent the next 4 days – generating several accounts and outbidding both remote plebians (who didn’t realize who they were taking on with their menial offerings) as well as himself – via the vast array of accounts he’d created.

Vile spendthrift.

Then again, I could be wrong.

I mean, my 60’s homo homie Warhol made a mint out of masterpiecing the mundane.