🪦 Dispatch from the Collapsing Core
They say Rome wasn’t built in a day.
But it sure looks like it can be unbuilt on a livestream.
Here in the heart of the West™, I’m enjoying my state-mandated antidepressants with a side of economic anxiety while a hedge fund buys up the last public park to build a crypto-funded AI surveillance dog pound.
The government just approved another $100 billion to export freedom, which coincidentally looks like bombs, while schools crumble and nurses walk off shift to drive Uber in between panic attacks.
Corporate Pride flags are up—right next to child detainment centers.
Everyone claps. Especially the HR department, who just held a burnout yoga retreat while quietly laying off the entire diversity team.
The stock market hit an all-time high.
Homelessness did too.
But don’t worry, the metaverse version of your house is fully furnished.
The cops are busy guarding oil pipelines and evicting single mothers.
The military now wears pastel camouflage to make empire look kinder.
Meanwhile, Gaza still burns—proof that “never again” was a marketing slogan.
Trust in institutions is at record lows, but the algorithm is still serving me Target ads for dopamine IV drips and Elon cosplay flamethrowers.
The empire is morally bankrupt but financially overleveraged, and the interest on our collapse is compounding fast.
We’ve gone from:
"You will own nothing and be happy"
to
"You will rent rage, subscribe to guilt, and tip your AI therapist."
And still, nobody’s in jail. Not the bankers. Not the war criminals.
But protest, and you’ll get unbanked.
So here we are.
Watching the fall in 4K, buffering between lies and bailouts.
The gladiators now play stocks. The crowd cheers death-by-algorithm.
And the Senate's still fiddling… now with ChatGPT.
Welcome to the Empire’s blooper reel.
Season finale coming soon.
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