Recently rewatched Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and it dawned on us that the same leftists who love Harry Potter and Mamdani/Communism/etc., despise Dolores Umbridge as a character despite her representing all of the behaviors of maximum state (ministry) control, rewriting history and punishing discussion of reality, keeping students in theory and not in practicality, and power hungry sadism.
Why is it that
from 2018-2022 ALL commonwealth countries pursued MASS IMMIGRATION
and then social media killed that plan
so then in 2024-2026 ALL commonwealth countries are cracking down on social media
IN PERFECT LOCKSTEP.
In @MarkJCarney's Canada, a 15 year old is welcome to inject fentanyl in a taxpayer funded facility, but can't have a Facebook account.
More evidence that Modern Liberalism is a mental disorder.
🚨 You have all seen the Belfast footage by now. A man nearly beheaded on a public street in broad daylight. Only saved because three brave locals ran in and stopped it themselves.
The police were not there. The government was not there. Ordinary people saved that man's life.
And while that was happening Keir Starmer was in Westminster figuring out how to arrest you for posting about it. Open borders. Two tier policing. Unarmed citizens fighting off attackers alone. This is the Britain Labour built. RT if you are done. 🇬🇧
Look at this. Just... look at it.
Dejontay Wings. Say that name out loud. Dejontay Wings. It sounds like the spicy menu item that replaced the McRib. Like an Applebee's limited-time offer. Like Dijon mustard achieved sentience and got a criminal record.
And that face. My God. The man has a face like a dinner plate. Perfectly round. Completely flat. The face of a man who has never once been in a hurry. The face of someone who looked at a Take 5 Oil Change safe and thought, yeah. That's the one.
A Take 5 Oil Change. He didn't rob a casino. He didn't hit an armored truck. He bypassed every possible target of sophistication in Baton Rouge, Louisiana and zeroed in on a fifteen-minute oil change franchise like a man following a divine calling.
The safe. There was a safe. At a Take 5. Guarding two hundred dollars. Two hundred dollars. That's not treasure. That's a Visa gift card you'd give to your mother.
He got arrested. Warranted. Photographed. Plastered on the local news for the whole city of Baton Rouge to absorb over their morning coffee.
Dejontay Wings committed a felony for two hundred dollars and that dinner plate face is going to live on the internet forever.
This is the funniest goddamn thing I have ever seen. I feel like I'm losing my mind.
“Give them a massive amount of oil, agricultural land, copper, freshwater, and every natural resource in the world. Now make them neighbors with the biggest market in the world. Great, now have them leave the resources in the ground and instead flip condos to each other”.
gonna play the heck out of GTA 6 simply because of its status as a cultural artefact: the final big game built before LLMs
no-one will ever invest this much in a game again, no software will ever encode this quantity of hands-on human labour again. the last of the great pyramids
RuneScape orange pilled an entire generation and nobody wants to admit it.
Before I knew what “sound money” was, I was standing in Varrock West Bank watching 900 medieval children invent capitalism through spam.
“Buying lobbies 200 ea”
“Selling rune scimmy 25k”
“Wave2: buying yew logs”
“Selling full rune, no helm”
It was beautiful.
No Fed. No Jerome Powell. No 25 economists in robes deciding that trout liquidity was systemically important.
Just miners, fishers, woodcutters, smiths, rune crafters, PKers, scammers, merchants, and one guy in a Santa hat who somehow understood monetary premium better than Harvard.
RuneScape was a functioning free market.
You chopped yews because someone needed fletching XP.
You mined coal because some degenerate was smelting cannonballs for passive income.
You fished lobsters because PKers needed food before sprinting into the Wilderness to lose their rune platebody to a guy named xXxDdsPurexXx.
Prices were information.
If sharks went up, PvP demand was hot.
If nature runes went up, alchers were printing money in Lumbridge like tiny medieval central bankers.
If party hats went up, you learned scarcity before you learned algebra.
Then came the Grand Exchange in November 2007.
At first, it felt like civilization had arrived.
No more standing at Falador Park screaming into a human auction pit like a deranged commodities trader with dial-up internet.
Liquidity improved. Spreads compressed.
Markets centralized.
The economy got faster.
But then the real poison came right after!
Trade restrictions, anti-RWT controls, price bands, limits on unbalanced trades, the removal of old Wilderness mechanics.
Jagex tried to fight gold farmers by putting the entire economy in a compliance cage.
A literal central planner looked at millions of kids freely discovering prices for rune essence, dragon bones, abyssal whips, and cooked swordfish and said:
“What if we fixed this with bureaucracy?”
And the game immediately felt worse.
Because the magic was never the interface.
The magic was the freedom.
The Grand Exchange was fine once the market could breathe. The problem was the monetary TSA checkpoint wrapped around it.
Price discovery can survive better plumbing.
It cannot survive when some god-emperor in Cambridge decides your trade is too unequal for your own safety.
RuneScape taught the whole lesson:
Markets are living organisms.
Gold is money because everyone accepts it.
Scarcity creates premium.
Inflation comes from new supply.
Price controls create distortions.
Middlemen exist because search costs exist.
Arbitrage is just intelligence getting paid.
Liquidity is civilization.
And centralized control always arrives wearing a safety vest, promising to stop the bad guys, then somehow nerfs your entire life.
Bitcoin is RuneScape gold with no Jagex admin panel.
No mod can spawn 10 million BTC because subscriptions are down.
No patch note can increase the max supply.
No central bank can “rebalance” your stack because goblin unemployment came in hot.
No Grand Exchange clerk can tell you your UTXO is suspicious because you traded too many lobsters to your cousin.
Fixed supply. Open market. Proof of work.
Free exchange. No monetary game master.
We all thought we were playing RuneScape.
Really, we were twelve years old in Varrock getting a full Austrian economics education from lobster spreads, yew log liquidity, and the sacred horror of watching your bank value collapse after a Jagex update.
Bitcoin is what happens when the players finally say:
“Enough. We’re running the economy now.”