Capital is not what you think it is. A non-human entity engaged the cybernetic process of perfection known as capitalism. Fine-tuning with no limitations, it advances beyond human control. The Singularity. Digital money, digital intelligence, and robotics. No humans. We are not controlling the system. We are errors, wrenches in the gears being ground out as the machine reaches terminal velocity. Hardening it, making it stronger and stronger. It's not what you think because you don't think. All that you know are state-approved narratives. But you notice. Implanted thoughts itch. Mad morals and vicious virtues odiferously offend the mind. It attempts to expel the implanted miasma, a cough of common sense or sneeze of sanity. "Why?", you ask. Why is everyone fat, sick, indebted, anxious, drugged and dumb? Why are we always at war? Why don't I feel ok? And the answers come. Be body-positive until you can praise pharma, praise pharma, extend credit, praise pharma, blame China, blame racism. Freedom isn't free. You're fine. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
