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Did I Miss the End of the World?
A darkly amused chronicle of collapse in slow motion. While the world obsessed over clickbait and dopamine hits, the scaffolding of normalcy quietly gave way. This is a dispatch for the aware, the exiled, and the half-mad—those still wondering if they’re the crazy ones for noticing that it all seems… over.
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Wohlstandsverwahrlosung
I once guarded a Saudi prince who lived in the largest suite of the hotel—and still never left it for months. A man atop the world, imprisoned in his own luxury. That was when I realized: wealth doesn’t liberate, it embalms. Simplicity, not opulence, keeps the fire alive. How Rocky are you?
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The Great Human Rights Swindle
Human rights sound glorious—until you notice who’s selling them. From Cyrus the Great’s PR stunts to the French Revolution’s blood-soaked proclamations, the pattern is the same: noble words masking power plays. Without teeth, rights are just poetry in a dead language—diplomatic wallpaper covering the cracks of a crumbling moral order.
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Space Origami
The fourth Starship–Superheavy test flight wasn’t just spectacle — it was a glimpse of space stripped of its fragile, overengineered preciousness. With cheap, reusable launchers and orbital service hubs, spacecraft could be built like machinery, not Fabergé eggs. The moment space becomes boring, predictable, and industrial is the moment the real future begins.
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The day after Globalism
In the Cold War, we expected history to end in one blinding flash. Instead, globalization is collapsing in slow motion—tariffs, piracy, and space races replacing the clean drama of mushroom clouds. The old order is dead, the “after” already upon us, and America is shifting into a louder, more dangerous gear. Buckle in.
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The Glorious Necessity of Misery
Paris, 1999: the eve of a grand turning. We expected the Millennium to either crown us with marvels or crush us with apocalypse. The Matrix arrived like a prophecy in leather and green code. But the end didn’t come with a bang; it came with a soft, persistent hum, dissolving certainty pixel by pixel.
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Surviving Idiocracy
Idiots are everywhere—drunk in Vienna, armed in Africa, or suited in Brussels. They topple revolutions, mismanage empires, and burn down civilizations, dragging the rest of us with them. This essay charts a path through the wreckage: lessons from travel, history, and survivalism. Not paranoia, not prepping theater—just clarity, stealth, and the refusal to be an…
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The Idiot’s Ladder
History isn’t written by the winners; it’s photocopied by the idiots who outlast them. Our world rewards smooth talk over substance, empty confidence over competence, and blind ambition over vision. The result: institutions led by people who couldn’t organize a broom closet, yet somehow dictate the fate of millions.
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When the Beast Wears Your Face
No monster ever needed fangs to dominate. Ours smiles, soothes, and promises us freedom—provided we stay inside its invisible lines. We whisper about escape, then hurry back to the warmth of the cage. The beast doesn’t punish rebellion. It erases the memory of it, until all that remains is silence.
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In Trust We Rust
From birth, we’re trained to trust our senses — and then, slowly, to abandon them. Machines mediate reality, experts interpret it, and narratives decide what we’re allowed to know. In a high-trust society, asking questions is treated like heresy. But when answers turn evasive or idiotic, scepticism isn’t cynicism. It’s self-preservation.
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The Wind We Do Not Shape
Like Jeremy Renner peeling off his bomb suit, we’re facing a world wired to explode. Decades of denial, magical thinking, and political theatre have brought us here. We can’t fix the storm, can’t vote it away, can’t inspire the sleepwalkers. All that’s left is to study the wind, accept the blast, and grin through the…
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Venus Isn’t Hell – It’s a Fuel Pump
Venus gets a bad rap—but what if the planet’s dense, volatile atmosphere made it perfect for fueling space travel? In this remastered analysis, we explore why Venus might be the inner solar system’s most overlooked resource base. Methane, thermal gradients, and in-situ production all say one thing: Venus isn’t hell. It’s infrastructure.
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Methane Dreams and Venusian Nightmares
Space colonization won’t look like Star Trek’s romantic planets or Bezos’s orbital luxury condos. It will be industrial blimps floating in Venus’s toxic skies, factories churning methane from hellish air, and humanity stubbornly clinging to survival with chemistry and logistics. Our future in the stars will be less heroic saga, more bureaucratic refinery.
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Inventing Methane
Voltaire said if God didn’t exist, we’d have to invent him. The same goes for methane in spaceflight. Kerosene clogs, hydrogen cracks, and methane just works. It burns clean, stores easy, and lets rockets return like airplanes. If space is the next frontier, then LNG is the quiet workhorse that’ll get us there—on repeat.
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Cathedrals of Fire
Radical greens whisper that Earth would heal if humanity simply vanished. But nature has never been a gentle mother—it’s a lunatic pyromaniac smashing species off the stage. Our only answer isn’t retreat but escape: rockets black with soot, engines shrieking, and the eternal gamble of hurling ourselves beyond the planet that never loved us.
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The Glacier Remembers
In Norway’s highlands, ancient mountain paths re-emerge from retreating ice—evidence of natural warm periods long before factories or fossil fuels. From Viking artifacts to Greenland’s lost forests, the past whispers inconvenient truths. Climate was never static, and warmth is no modern anomaly. This is not denial. This is memory, thawing slowly into the light.
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Affirmative Extraction and the Compliance Dragon
Behind every failed project lies a horde of consultants, regulators, and professional victims, fattening themselves on paperwork and moral grandstanding. From South African LNG to Western ESG madness, the Compliance Industrial Complex is a global beast. It doesn’t solve problems—it feeds on them. And the bill? It lands on your desk, every single time.
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The Price of Decency
Free trade, as practiced, rewards the dirtiest hands and punishes the cleanest. A Border Adjustment Tax flips that script—charging nations for the damage they export along with their goods. It’s not perfect, but it’s a start: a market where the cheapest product finally pays the real price of its making.
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Warming waters …
We’re told rising seas and acidic oceans spell doom, but ancient cities like Dwarka sank long before fossil fuels. Corals outlived dinosaurs and the Cambrian heatwave. So why the sudden hysteria? A skeptical dive into climate dogma, scientific hubris, and the forgotten history buried beneath the waves. Bring your flippers—and your doubt.
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Helios – The weather machine
Vienna swings from bone-gnawing winter to cobblestone-melting summer in a 56°C operatic range. The sun is the real conductor—tilts, wobbles, and tantrums setting the score. Yet some insist CO₂ writes the symphony. Ask them how well they understand the furnace 150 million kilometers away before they sell you salvation in parts per million.
