No,No, not continue as normal, actively contributing to and profiting of. And engaging in generational bickering; In fact telling kids (!) Yes! kids! That… (checks notes)…they have autism (??) in response to them screaming att the old farts to do something. As if that was not enough, a guy painted his skin orange and spent his power on destroying climate research data. On actually hunting it down in Arctic stations to delete it.
The wealth that was “generated” was systematically funneled into symbols to a handful of senile males that never spent a penny, but for sometimes when they brunt a chunk of the gold on making sure every adult continues to bicker with their kids and continually actively release kilotons of carbon into the stratosphere as a “ritual”.
Because even though we had clean propulsion and energy available, the insane carousel of madness could stop if we didn’t ride the ton metal beasts every day and it’s not far then before people realize that the wealth and power is all just symbolic. All just a number in a computer on Panama. An unphantomable number, to be sure, oh it is very, very unphantomable, but as a legacy goes, the new names for big numbers we had to invent – it wasn’t even that good? A googol of gold? Is that supposed to be a joke? Is really it so funny? Is calling one of the megacorporations “googlog” like… a meme to them? Is this their “doge”? It’s so dry, but it fits… That they might just… Find it funny to say. Guess it tends to happen with made up currency.
The worldslacht though, isn’t even profitable any more in the symbolic sense. They have to pay for oil rigs, astroturfing, oil rigs, war, class war, culture war, media entertainment, fracking rigs, haulers, astroturfing, oil spills, new huge boats with a pool, art to write off tax with, and really it’s all ending in a whimper as the entire golden age we should have had was swallowed by their immense greed. Movies are about oil and cars. Wars are about cars. Some culture wants to live in a house? No, your land is now a parking. Huge spaces, just a place where we store our ton metal beasts that chug benzenes and scream at the sky to move us walking distance. They have to be placed in a painted rectangle on a flat surface and we have a most important war over who has what painted square.
If you think we respect our metal beasts then no, we crush the ton metal beasts and build new ones constantly so we can have a little war over who has the newest and hottest model. It is said that person gets to mate more often. But I truly wonder what mates were gained this way.
It is cool to have larger vehicles, but only up to a specific point, if you share your ride then it is no longer a mating ritual. If you ride too many, you are instead redicculed. “Don’t you have your own ton metal beast?” No, to really stand out with feathers cocked, you have to ride your metal beast alone. One person per beast. If you really need a mate to nest with get a really heavy or fast or flying metal beast, and use it to go alone. It signals status. Fuckability.
That you have your own several ton metal beast roaring, yes sometimes actually emptying the carbon in the sky directly when exploding the oil it apparently requires to propel tonnes of metal… for one single guy (and sometimes a mate or two). This is the dream. This is true freedom. To spend incredible amounts to move several tons of metal, just to transport one guy a little more comfortably than if they went on a rail. Did I mention, by the way, that yes we actually had already invented rails. It just didn’t make its way to America yet. It’s… (checks notes again) …too expensive.
Well they will all be dead soon, leaving only the kids with the aftermath of what seems like a party, but actually was only a mess that sincerely wasn’t worth it as the profits of all work just sit there, completely unused potential to at least do something they would want with it. I mean something fun and stupid while they have the opportunity to actually do anything with the whole world as their playground. But like a child that does not want to share, its only purpose is to point out how much better than everyone else these senile few was.
And yeah that was a feverish century everyone else seemingly worshipped and adored these elite… except the kids. And they were rediculed because they were autistic and adhd and all other institutional psychological distress, but of course never heard for their very clear “how dare you, shitheads?”. The darned kids. But the legacy of the elite that forced the world to toil for oil will truly go down in history as utter tools. It is just sad that they mauled the planet into a death spiral that seems to end our species. It was kind of a childish thing to do, ironically.
No,No, not continue as normal, actively contributing to and profiting of. And engaging in generational bickering; In fact telling kids (!) Yes! kids! That… (checks notes)…they have autism (??) in response to them screaming att the old farts to do something. As if that was not enough, a guy painted his skin orange and spent his power on destroying climate research data. On actually hunting it down in Arctic stations to delete it.
The wealth that was “generated” was systematically funneled into symbols to a handful of senile males that never spent a penny, but for sometimes when they brunt a chunk of the gold on making sure every adult continues to bicker with their kids and continually actively release kilotons of carbon into the stratosphere as a “ritual”.
Because even though we had clean propulsion and energy available, the insane carousel of madness could stop if we didn’t ride the ton metal beasts every day and it’s not far then before people realize that the wealth and power is all just symbolic. All just a number in a computer on Panama. An unphantomable number, to be sure, oh it is very, very unphantomable, but as a legacy goes, the new names for big numbers we had to invent – it wasn’t even that good? A googol of gold? Is that supposed to be a joke? Is really it so funny? Is calling one of the megacorporations “googlog” like… a meme to them? Is this their “doge”? It’s so dry, but it fits… That they might just… Find it funny to say. Guess it tends to happen with made up currency.
The worldslacht though, isn’t even profitable any more in the symbolic sense. They have to pay for oil rigs, astroturfing, oil rigs, war, class war, culture war, media entertainment, fracking rigs, haulers, astroturfing, oil spills, new huge boats with a pool, art to write off tax with, and really it’s all ending in a whimper as the entire golden age we should have had was swallowed by their immense greed. Movies are about oil and cars. Wars are about cars. Some culture wants to live in a house? No, your land is now a parking. Huge spaces, just a place where we store our ton metal beasts that chug benzenes and scream at the sky to move us walking distance. They have to be placed in a painted rectangle on a flat surface and we have a most important war over who has what painted square.
If you think we respect our metal beasts then no, we crush the ton metal beasts and build new ones constantly so we can have a little war over who has the newest and hottest model. It is said that person gets to mate more often. But I truly wonder what mates were gained this way.
It is cool to have larger vehicles, but only up to a specific point, if you share your ride then it is no longer a mating ritual. If you ride too many, you are instead redicculed. “Don’t you have your own ton metal beast?” No, to really stand out with feathers cocked, you have to ride your metal beast alone. One person per beast. If you really need a mate to nest with get a really heavy or fast or flying metal beast, and use it to go alone. It signals status. Fuckability.
That you have your own several ton metal beast roaring, yes sometimes actually emptying the carbon in the sky directly when exploding the oil it apparently requires to propel tonnes of metal… for one single guy (and sometimes a mate or two). This is the dream. This is true freedom. To spend incredible amounts to move several tons of metal, just to transport one guy a little more comfortably than if they went on a rail. Did I mention, by the way, that yes we actually had already invented rails. It just didn’t make its way to America yet. It’s… (checks notes again) …too expensive.
Well they will all be dead soon, leaving only the kids with the aftermath of what seems like a party, but actually was only a mess that sincerely wasn’t worth it as the profits of all work just sit there, completely unused potential to at least do something they would want with it. I mean something fun and stupid while they have the opportunity to actually do anything with the whole world as their playground. But like a child that does not want to share, its only purpose is to point out how much better than everyone else these senile few was.
And yeah that was a feverish century everyone else seemingly worshipped and adored these elite… except the kids. And they were rediculed because they were autistic and adhd and all other institutional psychological distress, but of course never heard for their very clear “how dare you, shitheads?”. The darned kids. But the legacy of the elite that forced the world to toil for oil will truly go down in history as utter tools. It is just sad that they mauled the planet into a death spiral that seems to end our species. It was kind of a childish thing to do, ironically.
Hey man, can I get a couple Adderall?