I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, and this time with a little more venom for the cheap seats: I will not budge on this. Our institutions are not merely corrupted—they are hollowed out husks, bureaucratic zombies staggering forward under the weight of their own lies. They no longer even pretend to serve their stated missions. Reform? Don’t make me laugh. You can’t reform a cadaver. You bury it, burn it, or put a stake through its heart.
Especially the international ones. The global order is now a theatre of the grotesque. Human Rights Councils chaired by terror states with blood on their hands and propaganda in their pockets. Health organizations that trample the most basic individual rights, as if bodily autonomy were an outdated superstition. And courts—those shrines to blind justice—now shrieking political sermons like deranged televangelists in silk robes.
Then there’s my own little Austria. Insignificant, ignored, a dot on the map most people never think about. But once—believe it or not—it had its own currency. Its own economic backbone. Power grids that didn’t flicker like dying candles. Borders that meant something. Immigration policy designed to keep the wolves out, not invite them in for schnitzel and benefits.
All of it gone. Vaporized in the name of progress, or partnership, or some other euphemism for surrender.
Vienna, by the way, is one of the four official seats of the United Nations. I say let someone else host this decaying pantomime. Austria should exit, stage left, and hand the keys to whoever wants to play landlord to Leviathan. Maybe Bujumbura—plenty of unused office space since it was demoted from capital to mere city. Let the UN settle into its new digs among the cobwebs and colonial echoes. Seems fitting, really.
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