🎓 Learn to Master the Tools That Shape (and Shake) Our World
We live in the age of algorithms and automation.
If we don’t understand the tools, they’ll understand – and control – us.
That’s why Konrad Rennert, a seasoned educator and digital pioneer (age 70), founded the LearningLounge:
A digital education space where critical thinking meets practical skills – from Excel to AI.
🧩 Learn how to use spreadsheets for mental clarity.
🔍 Understand microtargeting and protect your privacy.
🎯 Discover how algorithms influence what you see – and what you don’t.
🛠️ No buzzwords, no jargon – just real learning for real people.
📚 Digital self-defense starts with education.
Join now and become a conscious user – not a passive consumer.
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Smartphones glued to every hand,
In city centers, silence stands.
Shops shut down by clicks and screens,
Amazon crushed our village scenes.
No one meets at parks or pubs,
We scroll through memes and empty grubs.
WhatsApp floods our restless brains,
Replying LOL to someone’s pains.
No chit-chat at the checkout lane,
No Emma smiles, no weather rain.
Self-checkouts beep and take their pay,
And no one asks, “How’s your day?”
Our kids to school by bus now go,
The driver changes – we don’t know.
Maps guide his turns from satellites,
Yet no one talks of wrongs or rights.
Home offices in silent rooms,
Kill lunchtime jokes and coffee fumes.
AI writes our thoughts with flair,
While we forget how to care.
No pastor speaks of soul or death,
We stream our grief with muted breath.
No church, no pew, no common song,
Just playlists where we don’t belong.
Cookies read our deepest needs,
Before we even plant the seeds.
Google knows just where we’ve been,
And sells it all to marketing’s grin.
Facebook feeds us „friends“ to like,
While human closeness takes a hike.
A cold algorithm guides our path,
Microtargeted social wrath.
🎵 Refrain:
And you tell me, once again,
That tech just wants to be our friend?
No, we’re caught in code’s control,
Selling hearts to feed a scroll.
This is not a brave new nation,
It’s the echo of alienation.
Apps suggest our daily fate,
Down to love, and what we hate.
Even pleasure’s outsourced thrill,
Faked by AI’s scripted will.
All that’s warm and once was near,
Now reduced to ads and fear.
We don’t talk – we just consume,
In this ever-glowing tomb.
🎵 Refrain (repeat):
And you tell me, once again,
That tech just wants to be our friend?
No, we’re caught in code’s control,
Selling hearts to feed a scroll.
This is not a brave new nation,
It’s the echo of alienation.