The joys of giving up. From Spartacus at iceni.substack:
bow to our new master (klaus schwab dancing in a field of flowers –v 5)
How I Learned to Love My Own Enslavement
After spending a few years studying technocratic authoritarianism, I’ve finally realized, damn, these WEF people have a really nice racket going. I want to be a part of the Star Trek future that they’re so generously creating for us. Their membership fees range from 60,000 to 600,000 Swiss Francs, apparently. Are you kidding me? That’s more than I make in a year. It’s like Scientology for the uber-rich. I’m not particularly rich, myself, but I would like to be a part of this club and not one of the poor plebeians being genocided, which is why I need your donations, now, now, now.
Technocratic socialismism is a fantastic belief system. They’ve actually figured out a way to make couch potatoes useful by harvesting their brain and body data while they sit around on beanbags eating their fifth bag of chips fried in seed oil for the day before chasing it with a gallon of high fructose corn syrup, guaranteeing that they’ll be diabetic by 35. We can actually make those people useful to society, now. Don’t worry; if an AI steals a few clock cycles from their brains to help invent a reliable cure for cancer or mine central bank crypto, they won’t even notice.
STRAIGHT LINE LOGIC 