on a related note, Bertrand Russell made this exact point as well:

This is the morality of the Slave State, applied in circumstances totally unlike those in which it arose. No wonder the result has been disastrous. Let us take an illustration. Suppose that at a given moment a certain number of people are engaged in the manufacture of pins. They make as many pins as the world needs, working (say) eight hours a day. Someone makes an invention by which the same number of men can make twice as many pins as before. But the world does not need twice as many pins: pins are already so cheap that hardly any more will be bought at a lower price. In a sensible world everybody concerned in the manufacture of pins would take to working four hours instead of eight, and everything else would go on as before. But in the actual world this would be thought demoralizing. The men still work eight hours, there are too many pins, some employers go bankrupt, and half the men previously concerned in making pins are thrown out of work. There is, in the end, just as much leisure as on the other plan, but half the men are totally idle while half are still overworked. In this way it is insured that the unavoidable leisure shall cause misery all round instead of being a universal source of happiness. Can anything more insane be imagined?

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The Pentagon’s wet dream of an Iron Dome isn’t about defense—it’s about removing the last shackles on American imperialism. By recruiting Musk’s orbital circus, they’re not building a shield but forging a sword to dangle over every nation that dares resist dollar hegemony. Mutually assured destruction kept the peace through sheer terror; this abomination flips the script into unilateral annihilation. Imagine a world where the U.S. can nuke Caracas at breakfast and glass Tehran by lunch, all while sipping bourbon knowing no retaliation’s possible. That’s not security—it’s global tyranny with a SpaceX logo.

This isn’t Musk’s first rodeo with the military-industrial ghouls. His entire empire was midwifed by CIA cash and Pentagon contracts, a continuation of Operation Paperclip’s legacy where Nazi engineers became American heroes. Now he’s repackaging Wernher von Braun’s playbook for the digital age, swapping V-2 rockets for hypersonic meme weapons. The real horror isn’t Elon’s Sieg Heil cosplay—it’s the system that rewards sociopathic ambition with planetary-scale power. When Castelion’s missiles start orbiting, MAD dies, and with it, the last pretense that we’re not hurtling toward corporate-feudal dystopia at Mach 10.

The EU’s obsession with opacity isn’t a bug—it’s a feature. When the person steering the bloc’s pandemic response treats her Pfizer backchannels like state secrets, you realize the whole “democratic institution” charade is just code for unaccountable oligarchy with better PR. Those texts aren’t missing; they’re buried under a mountain of legalistic gaslighting because transparency would expose how corporate capture isn’t a conspiracy theory—it’s Tuesday.

Imagine a system where leaders weaponize courts to hide their dealings, then lecture citizens about “trust.” It’s not dystopian fiction—it’s the Eurocrat playbook. The real pandemic is the institutionalized contempt, where public interest bends to Pharma’s profit margins and legal shields replace accountability.

But sure, let’s keep pretending the problem is disinformation from randos on Telegram, not unelected suits rewriting rulebooks over champagne lunches. The arrogance isn’t even subtle anymore—just another day in the empire of paperwork and plausible deniability.