MANIFIESTO DE GUERRA

We are here because the system hijacked our fucking brains.

Not one politician, not one banker — the whole thing.

The collective acts like a single brain, rewiring you to obey.

It rewards silence, punishes yelling, and calls that “order.”

They turned yelling into “crazy” —

but yelling is the alarm bell when the house is on fire.

Right now, society is the house on fire.

This machine prints money while it steals your time,

your savings, your future.

And it wants you polite, debating in panels,

while it drains you like a battery.

So fuck that.

You yell.

You scream the truth so loud it cuts through their signal jamming.

You stay close enough to the truth that they can’t call it fake —

but you make it burn, you make it sting,

you make them feel what they’ve made you feel.

This is not about being nice.

It’s about shoving a mirror into the face of the machine

and forcing it to see what it’s doing.

If their game is psychological warfare,

then we fight back with psychological warfare —

louder, sharper, dirtier.

We are not here to comfort the system.

We are here to break its spell.