The bastards have figured it out. Not how to fix anything — Christ, no — but how to break everything just enough so we stop trying to care.
That’s the agenda now. Not control. Not surveillance. Nihilism. Strategic, weaponized hopelessness. Get the people so used to corruption, so marinated in lies, that reality itself becomes a farce and truth feels like a punchline from a dead sitcom.
We are no longer governed. We are managed. Entertained. Numbed. Every headline reads like a dare. A senator caught funneling defense contracts through his cousin’s vape shop? That’s Tuesday. A judge photographed at a sex party with a crypto billionaire dressed like Zeus?
They want you to see it. All of it. The graft, the theft, the naked looting of a dying system — and they want you to laugh. Or better yet: shrug.
The new regime doesn’t hide its sins. It brags. Greed is no longer a vice, it’s a qualification. Corruption isn’t covered up it’s branded. And the people? We post memes. We binge the apocalypse and call it content. That’s not awareness — it’s surrender in GIF form.
Autocrats don’t need jackboots anymore. They need access. Data, secrets, leverage. They collect the worst things you’ve ever done and hold them like aces, smiling behind mirrored lenses. This is blackmail democracy, baby — vote how you want, but we own your hard drive.
The goal is not to silence dissent. The goal is to convince you it doesn’t matter. Burn it all down, they say, and we nod because somewhere along the line, we forgot what it felt like to win.