There are too many rats in the race. The worst part is that most of the rodent scum aren’t real. No fur, blood, or flesh, only ones, zeros, and abstract logic. Yes, a new breed of taxidermist runs the show now. No one knows who they are. Their identities are locked in behind paywalls and LinkedIn datasets. I have no interest in the treasure hunt. But I can assure you, they’re all highly educated, well paid, and addicted to Nvidia chips. The last thing any of them want is to walk in a pair of blue collar shoes. It’s a small club. An even smaller orgy. Yes, it’s 2026. The rules have changed. Everything’s a scam. There’s no such thing as risk. We’re all low hanging fruit. Ripe and ready to be consumed by psychopaths, con men, and Scientologists. Prices teeter-totter under small orange mittens. Forced to produce data. Accountability is for suckers! No moral compass in any direction. The corruption happens live on stage and there isn’t a thing anyone can do about it except grift and monetize. So much for those diminishing returns. Good luck, humanity.
Paranoid
Just another day at the office
