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The Morality Is Backwards: A Rant

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If a man has 5 sexual partners and other men don't, is that fair? More women, more problems. More money, more problems. More possessions, more responsibility. No responsibility, no possessions.

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Projection/mirror effect 


Nothing will prevent Willy.

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On 8/6/2025 at 10:52 PM, Yeah Yeah said:

Alright, so here’s the follow-up to what I said — and I’m not sugarcoating a damn thing.

You ever notice how the ones who are cracked open, burning out, lost in anxiety or psychosis, are always made out to be the problem? The system paints us like we’re the broken ones. Like we didn’t try hard enough. Like our depression or panic or trauma is just some personal failing, not the natural result of being chewed up and spat out by a machine that only values you for your output. You scream from the cracks of your soul and they tell you to take a mindfulness course. You’re starving spiritually, and they throw you another shift or a therapy session like it’ll plug the existential leak in your gut.

Meanwhile, the real parasites — the ones playing god with ten thousand lifetimes of wealth hoarded in secret vaults and shady shell corporations — they’re the ones we worship. Politicians, CEOs, “leaders” — literal psychopaths, frauds, and liars who rake in hundreds of thousands from your tax money, wave around golden transport cards like royalty, and stay outside the law no matter how many people they screw over. They can ruin entire generations and still walk red carpets. You speak out and you’re the lunatic. They exploit nations and they’re “successful.” So long as they have money, they're untouchable — worth listening to, even worth worshipping.

But let’s talk about real absurdity: imagine working in one of three doughnut shops in the same fucking shopping plaza. All three are selling the same circular diabetes, while Woolies, Coles, ALDI, the servo across the road, and every café within walking distance is also pushing the same crap. You’re in a plaza where every shop is cannibalizing the next. And yet you’re expected to give 8 hours a day, 6 days a week — like it matters. Like you’re lucky to be a cog in this clown world economy that’s overproducing just to throw shit out. Rows of doughnuts made only to get binned at night. Whole lives spent manufacturing waste. If we stopped and actually looked at it, we’d realize we could be working far less, like we used to before politics and capitalism mutated society into this bloated parody of itself.

And for what? You slave away until your bones ache and your mind starts skipping. You finally get home — if you even have a home — and you’re too tired to see your kids, too bitter to hold your partner, too burnt out to even rest. You get a 30-minute break to shovel down food and then it’s back to work, feeding the machine. And the whole time you’re told you’re doing the right thing. You’re “being responsible.” But deep down, you know it’s bullshit. You know this isn’t living — it’s surviving under a system that treats life like a factory conveyor belt and calls it dignity.

We produce too much. We work too much. We waste too much. And we destroy ourselves for the illusion of progress, while the bloated pigs at the top get richer and more twisted. They’re not building a better world. They’re feasting on us. On your time, your energy, your dreams.

So no — this isn’t just a rant. It’s not empty. It’s the sound that comes from seeing too clearly and not being able to unsee it. And if you’re reading this and it’s crawling under your skin? That’s not a problem. That’s your humanity trying to wake the fuck up.

If we were sane, we’d tear the gears out of this machine and build something that feeds us instead of feeding on us.

But we’re not sane. We’re obedient.

At least for now.

Poor are poor cos they are poor, they undermine themselves and each other at every step, oh besides game is rigged... oh dear... you have library of alexandia and more at thy fingertips... art thou truely so poor?

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