Crowdfunding. We’ve all heard about it. We’ve heard it’s changing the music industry, the publishing industry, and just about every other industry one can do from one’s garage. In fact, in the industry of games and gaming, there are quite a few who won’t shut up about it. Everyone loves crowdfunding. It is, as the kids say, the “killer app.”
But I, for one, would like us to call it what it is. And that, dear friends, is panhandling.
That’s right, people, it’s panhandling! That gentleman under the overpass is trying to crowdfund his next hamburger one crumpled dollar bill thrust from a car window at a time. That fellow on the street corner huffing and puffing into his harmonica is crowdfunding his bus ride home. Good heavens, people, when Ewan makes the rounds from his mother, to Laura, to my couch, and finally to me, he’s crowdfunding his purchase of another set of Legos!
Oh, does the gentleman under the overpass have a pithy sign? Well, how’s your Kickstarter video coming along? And the harmonica player will play a request if you drop five dollars in his hat? Well, that sounds like a stretch goal, doesn’t it? And is Ewan promising that I can help him put together whatever ten thousand piece set he’s trying to buy? Well, then we’re all working together to make his dreams come true.
Make me gag. The internet makes everything simpler, more convenient, more shameless, and certainly faster. Crowdfunding proves that beyond a shadow of a doubt as it has made panhandling not merely simpler, more convenient, more shameless and faster, but also socially acceptable.
All of you Patreoning Kickstarters need to get Indie-gone-gone from my virtual yard before I get out there and give you a strong kick. Freeloaders.
Get a job and a large, profitable company to back your insane ideas. That’s what Bob and I did, and it’s worked just fine for us, thank you!