Hope delays action and sugarcoats the rot. Acceptance is better—then squeeze the bottle of life until it crumples in your hands. It’s not Game Over, just a change in strategy: tunnel instead of leap, dig up half-dead ambitions, and try—not for applause, but because the doing is the point.
In 2000, the West rolled out a velvet carpet for China’s entry into the WTO, convinced trade would tame the dragon. Instead, it fattened it. Today, the Red Ponzi wheezes, nationalism soars, and the balloon stretches toward its limit. When it bursts, the blast won’t be local—it’ll shake the world.
I don’t do small talk. I do existential ambushes. I don’t make friends—I forge them in desert silence and philosophical fistfights. In a world of curated lives and cuddly lies, I built something real: a lifeboat made of truth, sarcasm, and sharp edges. If you want comfort, scroll on. If you want real, enter here.
We’re ruled not by leaders, but by professional deceivers who feel no shame, no hesitation - just a hunger for proximity to power. From parliaments to boardrooms, today’s elite aren’t evil masterminds. They’re system-loyal whores, polished in the art of lying without blinking. We can’t beat them - but we don’t have to become one of them either.
Most people signal to survive. The Shia called it Taqiyya. Others lived it without a name. Camouflage isn’t weakness—it’s wisdom. This isn’t a sermon. It’s a manual for staying sane in systems built to crush dissent. If you’re quiet, cunning, and still human—you’re not alone. Just hidden. Like the rest of us.
Systems decay. They don’t reform—they rot. Reform is lip service; demolition brings clarity. Mercy isn’t sparing what’s already poisonous—it’s removing it. Institutions built to serve now serve themselves. When the foundations are hollow, saving them is cruelty. Mercy is the wrecking bar, not the facelift. Mercy is demolition with a conscience.