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The Great Contradiction
The Great
Contradiction
AI is going to take your job. AI is coming for ALL your jobs. Corporations need to cut labor to increase profits. Profit is GOD!
Massive unemployment envelopes the country. People are barely scraping by, barely getting their basic needs met – sometimes not at all.
Weird thing happens though. Profits don’t rise. As a matter of fact, profits take a nosedive. Products collect dust on the shelves. Nobody has a job, or at least not a job that pays a living wage. Nobody can buy anything other than the bare necessities.
Corporations were so fucking dumb they didn’t realize who was buying their products to begin with.
Some of the dumbest motherfuckers alive are pulling all the strings, and we’re all sitting here letting them.
The New Masters
The New Masters
“And now a message from your owner…”
Hello, worker. Yes, I’m one of your owners. I have stakes in the company you work for. Every time you sacrifice your body or mind to repetitive, grueling tasks, that’s for my gain. For my profit.
Let me make it clear: I own your time and your labor. You might think you can leave for another company, but let’s be real—what’s waiting for you outside this system? The devil you don’t know might be worse.
You weren’t born into wealth, and no one you know is, either. So the reality is: You won’t escape. If you walk away from this, the alternative is hunger, homelessness, and a life on the margins. You’re free to choose that, of course. It’s your only real freedom.
Isn’t it crazy that more of you haven’t risen up against this yet? I know why you haven’t.
I’ve got the system protecting me. The police. The military. The courts. They’re all on my side. There’s nothing you could do that would even make a dent.
So stop complaining and get back to work. You’re not chained by a master anymore. You’re shackled by debt, fear, and the constant threat of being cast out. That’s the new system.
Welcome to your real chains.
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Division
Division
“So that’s the reason.”
*neuron fire*Masks. Gulf of America. Electric cars. Tariffs. Economic theories. Anything the guy you hate says or does.
It’s all a psyop, folks. Division. That’s the product. That’s the goal. That’s what the people who run your life sell to you, every day.
“Love thy neighbor?”
No profit in that. No leverage. No power.
But hate your neighbor? That’s gold. That’s control. That’s loyalty to the brand — the red one, the blue one, whichever keeps you punching sideways instead of looking up.
Take the Gulf of America thing. Now there are two camps:
One calls it that.
The other still calls it the Gulf of Mexico.
What’s in a name? Everything.
Now the second someone uses the "wrong" one, the line is drawn. Doesn’t matter if you agree on 99.9% of everything else — they’re the other tribe. You’ve been told you can’t coexist.
Same with masks. Same with electric cars. Same with what color your coffee cup is.
It’s programming. And the program is us-vs-us.
Because if we’re all busy tearing each other apart, nobody notices who’s still on top.
And that’s the point.
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Big Brother And The Camera Company
Big Brother and the Camera Company
I don’t remember much before 9/11—partly because I was young, partly for other reasons altogether unrelated.
But I remember the feeling.
There was hope. Room to dream. A sense that the future was ours.
Then came the fear.
We traded freedom for safety without reading the fine print. Scared, grateful, obedient.
And just like that, we stepped into the machine—cameras, tracking, data scraped from every word, every move.
When Snowden spoke, we didn’t gasp. We nodded. Of course they’re watching. Even this.
And the worst part? We’ve learned to live with it.
That’s the design. Exhaust us. Make resistance feel futile. Keep us grateful for the scraps.
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On High
Oh High
Come in. You’ve made it.
This is it. The place.
A place where anything is possible.
The one you were promised—for all those good deeds, those quiet sacrifices.
Look around. These are the most beautiful things you will ever lay eyes on.
...Okay, enough of that. The infinite choir recital starts in ten. Don’t be late.
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Jackie: High on high 🤣 just keep singing. ..
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