Only life lesson I ever knew 👇 Crypto privacy coins, because disrespect comes from all sides in our society. If you won't have respect and peace, then at least screw with them: govt, gold diggers, masons, priests, lawyers, ungrateful kids, greedy pharma, insurance org, ALL.
Tax his land, Tax his bed,
Tax the table, At which he's fed.
Tax his tractor, Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes are the rule.
Tax his work, Tax his pay,
He works for peanuts anyway!
Tax his cow, Tax his goat, Tax his pants, Tax his coat.
Tax his ties, Tax his shirt, Tax his work, Tax his dirt.
Tax his tobacco, Tax his drink, Tax him if he Tries to think.
Tax his cigars, Tax his beers, If he cries Tax his tears.
Tax his car, Tax his gas, Find any way To tax his ass!
Tax him all he has, then let him know
That you won't be done Till he has no dough.
When he screams and when he hollers;
Then tax him more, take all his dollars
Then tax his coffin, Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in Which he's laid...
Put these words Upon his tomb:
‘Taxes drove me to my doom...'
When he's gone, Do not relax,
It's time to apply Inheritance Tax!
#BudgetDay
Women want to cuck you, see you out of shape and simping for them
Your family wants you safe, with a good job, not some crazy superstar
Your friends don't want you to shine brighter than them
You have to want it more than everyone else.
You're alone in this war bro.
@DominicFrisby I thought it was a good joke about a generation that thinks they are special without being, and is completely disconnected from reality, living in an imagination where they are beautiful and special without any kind of proof or argument. autistic. hey! nanah mmhhmm.. millionaires
What happens when you die:
They divide up your shit.
They summarize your life in 500-1000 words.
People who knew you less say sorry to people who knew you more.
Everyone eats, drives home, and wakes up the next day and goes to work.
Whatever you’re worried about won’t be in those 500 words.
You can dare greatly or not at all, but you’re gonna die either way.
Might as well squeeze every motherfucking drop out.
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1. Idiocracy is not a film about television and fast food. It is a film about negative selection – what happens when a system, over enough time, consistently rewards stupidity and punishes thought. The mechanism requires no malice. It requires only that compliance be more comfortable than intelligence, and that comfort be the only value on offer.
2. Communism ran this experiment at gunpoint, in real time. The intelligent were the first problem – they noticed things, named things, remembered things. So they were removed. What remained was a civilization that had learned, across generations, that thinking loudly was dangerous and thinking quietly was exhausting. So it stopped.
3. The system then promoted accordingly. Loyalty over competence. Conformity over creativity. The reliable mediocrity over the brilliant deviation. This is not a side effect. It is the intended output. A society of obedient workers — remember Boxer from Animal Farm? — but without the sincerity – compliant units who had forgotten there was ever another option.
4. Brawndo has electrolytes. The sentence is repeated with increasing confidence as counter-evidence accumulates. This is not just stupidity – it is also the mature form of zakłamanie. The slogan replaces the argument because the argument was never the point.
5. The West is running the same experiment, more slowly, through screens, through the managed demolition of educational standards, through the replacement of argument with slogan and merit with grievance. Communism first used a gun. The new version uses an algorithm and a feelings-first curriculum.
6. The destination is identical. The Idiocracy is not a warning about the future. In some places it is already the second five-year plan.
“Where did you find God?”
“I found him where I left creatures.”
“Who are you anyway?”
“I am a king.”
“And where is your kingdom?”
“In my soul, where everything is in good order; where the passions obey reason, and reason obeys God.”
“How have you come to such a state of perfection?”
“By silence. I practice silence towards men, while I cultivate the habit of speaking with God. Conversing with God is the way I found and maintain my peace of soul.”
-St. Alphonsus
So serious question:
What’s the incentive to do the right thing anymore?
Everyone that does the right thing loses.
Everyone that grifts, cheats, and steals wins.
Our financial system is filled with nothing but crooks and thieves that are unregulated by anyone.
Did you know that The Lord of the Rings was about communism?
(Maybe when you come from Poland, every evil looks like communism to you…:)
1. The Ring is not a weapon. It is the totalitarian temptation itself – the promise that this time, the right person wielding absolute power will finally produce the good outcome. Even heroes in the book are tempted by this argument. Gandalf refuses it, Aragorn refuses it, but it is the most seductive argument in politics. It is always wrong.
2. The Shire is where the story begins and where it must return. Hobbits grow their own food, smoke their own pipe-weed, own their gardens, and nobody tells them what a second breakfast should look like. This is not naivety – it is civilization at its most honest. Which is precisely why the system cannot leave it alone.
3. The Eye sees everything – not because it is omnipotent, but because enough servants are watching on its behalf. The Nazgûl are the secret police: former kings, once free and powerful, who accepted rings of power and became hollow enforcers. They did not fall suddenly. Each one made a reasonable accommodation, then another, until nothing remained inside the armor. The surveillance state does not need cameras everywhere. It needs people who have already sold themselves, and have nothing left to lose by selling others.
4. Saruman is the most sinister villain in the book – the brilliant intellectual who studied power so long and so closely that he decided he might as well have some. The collaborator. The man who convinced himself that managing the evil was smarter than opposing it, and ended up running a small franchise of it in the Shire.
5. The Shire gets collectivized. This is the chapter Western readers most want to skip – because it means that ignoring the darkness while it was distant did not protect the things that were close and dear. It came home anyway, wearing the face of bureaucratic administration: no private gardens, no excess, enforced sharing, small men with clipboards and new rules. Sharkey — the defeated Saruman — cannot create anything anymore. He can only administrate, regulate, and ruin. This is what the system looks like when it has already lost everywhere else.
6. Gollum is what the system produces when it finds someone useful. He serves the Ring completely, calls it his precious, and has long since forgotten what he was before it. He is not evil – he is consumed. The system doesn’t need to destroy you. It just needs you to need it more than you need yourself.
7. The Ring must be destroyed, not used. Not reformed, not redirected, not wielded by a better person for better ends. This is Tolkien’s most radical political statement: some instruments of total power cannot be turned to good purposes. They must be unmade. Every generation has to rediscover this, because the argument for just one more ring, in the right hands, for the right reasons, never stops sounding reasonable to some people…
The Brave New World made simple:
1. The World State’s motto is Community, Identity, Stability. These words are lies. There is no community – only interchangeable units. No identity – it is assigned before birth and conditioned before thought. Stability is the only honest word, because stability is the only actual goal, and everything else was sacrificed to achieve it.
2. Mustapha Mond, the Controller, has read Shakespeare. He has read the Bible. He has read everything that was ever great or true or painful about being human – and he locked it in a safe and runs the system anyway. He is not a true believer. He is the man who knows exactly what he buried and considers it a reasonable trade. He is the fattest pig, with better manners and a longer bookshelf.
3. The conditioning doesn’t break you. It makes you enjoy your cage. This is the upgrade from every previous tyranny – you don’t need guards if the prisoner has been engineered, from conception, to find the cell comfortable. Soma — the drug that makes obedience pleasant — is just the maintenance dose. The real work was done before anyone was born.
4. “Everyone belongs to everyone else” – the most totalitarian sentence ever dressed as liberation. It does not mean you are free to love everyone. It means you are forbidden to love anyone in particular. Depth, loyalty, grief, true love — all the things that make a person irreplaceable to another person — are the first things the system removes, because they are the first things that would make you resist it.
5. The man born outside the system — the Savage — asks for the right to be unhappy. To be cold, dirty, afraid, and alive in the full sense. Mond grants him, graciously, that the right exists – and explains, patiently, why no one wants it anymore. This is presented as a debate. It is not a debate. It is a man explaining to a relic why relics are no longer made.
6. Bernard Marx, Helmholtz Watson, the Savage – all three feel that something is missing. None of them can fully name it. This is precise: the system doesn’t suppress the hunger, it removes the vocabulary for it. You cannot demand what you cannot describe. You cannot mourn what you have been engineered not to know you lost.
7. Huxley’s message: Orwell feared they would ban the books. Huxley feared no one would want to read them. The boot on the face is easy to recognize and resist. The silly entertainment — the soma tablet, the orgy-porgy, the centrifugal bumble-puppy — these are harder, because they feel like enough, and by the time they don’t, you no longer have the words for what’s missing. The most complete tyranny is the one that makes abolishing itself unthinkable. Not forbidden. Unthinkable.
"You will own nothing and be happy"
The Law by Bastiat made simple:
1. Every person has a natural right to defend their life, liberty, and property. Law is simply that individual right organized collectively – nothing more, nothing less.
2. The moment law goes beyond that — taking from some to give to others — it has stopped being law and become legal plunder.
3. Legal plunder isn’t exceptional. It’s the normal operating mode of most governments most of the time: subsidies, redistribution, bailouts – each one a faction using state force to extract what it couldn’t get by voluntary agreement.
It was all already there in 1850.
4. The test is simple: if the same act performed by a private individual would be called theft, it’s theft when the state does it too. The badge doesn’t change the nature of the act.
5. Two wrong responses to legal plunder: give everyone the right to plunder (socialism), or let the current plunderers keep going (cronyism).
The only legitimate answer is to strip law back to its actual function.
6. Once people see law as a machine for taking rather than protecting, everyone floods politics to control it – because whoever runs the machine can point it at their enemies. This is why Bastiat defined the state as “that great fiction by which everyone tries to live at the expense of everyone else.” Lobbying and corruption aren’t aberrations. They’re the logical conclusion of a law that plunders.
7. The title is the whole argument: Bastiat isn’t describing what the law is. He’s describing what it’s supposed to be – and showing, relentlessly, how far the thing calling itself law has drifted from that. Real law protects. Everything else wearing that name is organized force and theft in disguise.
The Matrix has invented the most elaborate, soul-destroying comedy show in human history, and you’re the unpaid extra.
Here’s the setup: in order to eat, have somewhere to sleep, and occasionally buy toilet paper like a functioning adult, you are required to possess a magical permission slip called a “job.” Without it, the simulation politely informs you that you are not allowed to continue existing at a basic human level.
It’s not even subtle. It’s like the universe installed a paywall on survival.
Now, here’s the hilarious twist: lose the job (or never had one to begin with), and you unlock the special “Unemployed” difficulty setting. Suddenly, the game decides you’re not required to have a job, but you’re also not allowed to comfortably not have one.
So the only move left is to apply for jobs. For months. Sometimes years.
You send your digital begging documents into the void like messages in bottles, except the ocean is made of LinkedIn, and the bottles are ignored by algorithms trained on rejection.
And if the cosmic slot machine finally hits after you’ve applied to 400 positions, customized 400 cover letters that all say the same thing in different fonts, and rewritten your résumé seventeen times to hide the fact that you’re a human being, you get the ultimate reward:
An interview.
You, a grown adult with bills and existential dread, get to sit in a room (or on Teams, which is somehow worse) in front of other grown adults who already have jobs. These people, who are currently being paid to be there, will now judge whether you are worthy of also being paid to exist.
They ask you things like, “Walk us through your greatest weakness.”
If you perform the ritual correctly, enthusiastic but not desperate, confident but not arrogant, qualified but not threatening to their own jobs, you might be granted the sacred honor of re-entering the workforce.
Everyone claps. The Matrix gets its cut. The elites watching from the control room high-five each other.
It’s genuinely one of the funniest ongoing bits in modern civilization. We’ve built an entire economy around forcing people to audition for the right not to die of exposure, then made the audition process as humiliating and arbitrary as possible.
And the best part?
We all pretend this is normal.
We even call it “the job market,” like it’s a charming little farmers’ market instead of a gladiatorial arena where the prize is the ability to afford rent.
Absolute comedy.