“No matter how isolated you are and how lonely you feel, if you do your work truly and conscientiously, unknown allies will come and seek you.” -Carl Jung
Often you won’t be alone but surround...
Look, school —ever since it started, and especially now— doesn't teach you jack shit that's actually useful for real life. No real economics, no how to stand on your own, no cooking a proper meal, no thinking for yourself, no what the hell to do in a real emergency. What it DOES drill into you: subjects to make you useful to the job market, stick to schedules like a robot, be obedient, follow orders from others, give orders if you climb up, and obey whatever laws the State shoves at you.
I could rant for hours, but the core is: they build you to be a perfect cog in the system, playing by its rules under its threats. 'Don't learn to cook, normie — just order delivery!' 'No need to think — we'll think for you!' 'No need to decide right or wrong — our laws already did!'
Bottom line: born, live, die under our rules, and for us, everything's peachy.
No job? Here's UBI, shut up and take it, normie. Depressed? Off to the shrink, the psychiatrist, and if they can't 'fix' you, the loony bin.
They want you to be the flawless gear in this well-oiled machine that keeps the class divide: them on top, you stuck below forever.
In that setup, the guy leaving at 5 a.m. and back at 6 p.m., the freelancer grinding, the small business owner hustling... you're all just parts, screws, or disposable components for the normies who never question a damn thing.
That's why: LONG LIVE THE NONCONFORMISTS!!!!
Stack sats!!! Stack sats!! And... STACK SATS!!!
I could rant for hours, but the core is: they build you to be a perfect cog in the system, playing by its rules under its threats. 'Don't learn to cook, normie — just order delivery!' 'No need to think — we'll think for you!' 'No need to decide right or wrong — our laws already did!'
Bottom line: born, live, die under our rules, and for us, everything's peachy.
No job? Here's UBI, shut up and take it, normie. Depressed? Off to the shrink, the psychiatrist, and if they can't 'fix' you, the loony bin.
They want you to be the flawless gear in this well-oiled machine that keeps the class divide: them on top, you stuck below forever.
In that setup, the guy leaving at 5 a.m. and back at 6 p.m., the freelancer grinding, the small business owner hustling... you're all just parts, screws, or disposable components for the normies who never question a damn thing.
That's why: LONG LIVE THE NONCONFORMISTS!!!!
Stack sats!!! Stack sats!! And... STACK SATS!!!