đź’Ł The Monkey Kings of a Dopamine Empire
Every time you hear someone utter the name of a "world leader" with reverence, remember what they are:
Not statesmen. Not visionaries. Not philosophers.
They are dopamine pimps in suits.
Their game is ancient:
Beat the war drum so the tribe feels strong.
Flash wealth like peacock feathers.
Amplify fear so the herd clings tighter.
Sell "strength" as peace while arming for slaughter.
This is mating theatre on a planetary stage — the same circuits chimps run when they bare their teeth, dressed up with nukes, TikTok clips, and AI propaganda.
⚠️ The collective danger:
When populations optimized for dopamine cheer their monkey kings, civilization regresses. Wars don’t start because of logic; they start because fragile egos need to be seen. Billions pay the price for tribal status games no different than chimps throwing rocks.
🔥 The hidden opportunity:
The smart refuse the theatre.
They don’t chant leaders’ names like fans at a blood sport.
They withdraw from the dopamine economy, build truth-based systems, and align with logic, not primal reflex.
History will not remember our leaders as saviors. It will remember them as monkey kings presiding over the dopamine collapse. And every time their names are spoken, it should be with the same shame one feels when watching an ape throw feces at the crowd.
The future belongs to those who stop playing the animal game.
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