A Society of Self-Congratulatory Leeches, v2: Same Old Shit, Different People On The Shitter.

Imagine a world where the height of personal achievement is not character, not integrity, not genuine innovation or contribution to humanity’s consciousness —but a flimsy piece of paper with a fancy seal, a diploma that grants you immunity from basic human decency. This world exists, and it thrives, not on brilliance, but on an endless cycle of self-aggrandizing deception. Here, morality is optional, ethics are a laughingstock, and the only real rule is: screw others before they screw you.

A real meritocracy, they call it. A society where merit supposedly determines success, yet, somehow, those with actual talent, creativity, and hard-earned wisdom find themselves trampled by those who were simply handed a golden ticket at birth. The privileged call it hard work, but let’s be real—it’s just the well-oiled machinery of nepotism and exploitation. The so-called leaders of this grand system? They’re not visionaries or pioneers. They are professional ladder-climbers, people who’ve never had an original thought in their lives, but who excel in the fine art of taking credit for others’ work.

The absurdity doesn’t stop there. In this society, identity is not shaped by values, actions, or the depth of one’s mind—no, it is dictated by institutional credentials. Did you complete a few extra courses? Congratulations, you now have the intellectual superiority of a demi-god. It doesn’t matter that a high school student in Japan or South Korea has more actual knowledge than an Ivy League graduate; what matters is that the right people nodded approvingly at your paper and stamped it with approval. Now you may prance around with an inflated ego, pretending to be some enlightened being, while remaining blissfully devoid of any sort of self-awareness.

And oh, the economy! The great illusion of progress! When you mess up, does accountability come knocking? Of course not! The money-printing machine goes brrrrr, and all sins are washed away. A financial crisis? Just press reset. Environmental destruction? Ignore it, or better yet, make up a new term for it—market adaptation. Entire industries exist solely to create weapons, exploit resources, and destroy livelihoods, but hey, as long as the GDP looks good, who cares? This isn’t about sustaining life, it’s about sustaining an illusion of control.

But wait—it gets worse. This place doesn’t just screw its own people over; it actively ensures that other places can never rise beyond its reach. Oh, your country was on the path to economic self-sufficiency? Time to introduce some ‘strategic setbacks.’ You were trying to pull your people out of poverty? Oops, here comes a helpful intervention that somehow makes things ten times worse. If you spent five years of your life warning them about impending disaster, expect only one thing in return—a knife in the brain. Because that’s what they do. That’s all they know how to do. And if you ever dare to hold up a mirror to their rotting faces, they will tear you down, gaslight you, and make you the villain of the story.

Because they have that magical special paper that tells then it is alright to do what they do, without any sort of self reflection, since they are so fucking SpEcIaL! Specialler than you! The paper says so 😀 Build millions of miles of underground encapments? Yes, because the paper tells us so. Create deadly viruses that make the whole world sick? Fuck yes, progress in research!! Create advanced mind fucking weapons? Hell yeah, we are the best motherfucking humanoid looking subretarded species on this planet? Ah what? Some sort of social responsibility or self reflection? The paper that told me I was an absolute motherfucking genius never talked about such things, hmm. Create a network of bribery and corruption? Flook yes. Skies of poisoning? My paper here said I m able to do the fuck I want wince I am a certified god here in earth. But not the self reflecting, benevolent one. Just a fucking sucking leeching self absorbed self serving chaos machines. Oh my entire society got fucking corrupt and collapsed in a few decades? Well fwe fucking wizz how the fuck did thar go down? Who cares? My paper says that I am special and so fucking smart and that’s my whole identity and I can DO THE FUCK I WANT AND I PLEASE GEE SHIT THE WORLD TURNING INTO SHIT THE FUCK DID THAT HAPPEN?

So the ‘good guys’ come in with a surprise twist – using the absolute same methods of secrecy control nepotism and an ego the size of a moon, and  number of papers letting them dobthe same crap themselves! But they are the Good Ones, the progressives. Oh shoot, using the absolutely same or even WORSE methods of control? Well fuck, aint true, we are absolute saints you fucking whore look at yourself. Have a life of your own, some original thoughts,? Not in our world, where OUR approval is the only way to go XD we are so much fucking better than those before us, and we will rape that thought into your being id it doesn’t get their otherwise! XD 95% of the people around me absolutely make no sense of the world around them anymore? Like my predecessors, not my problem. My ownly problem is my own fucking dominion and systems of control. Oh they’re dying, you say? Tough luck, gotta wait til election time XD Oh, they’re being massacred in a war? Well we could have stopped it but Eeehee doesn’t serve us so boohhooohoo

And what of the people who get fed up? Those who pack their bags and leave the mental island of Fakefuckistan for good? Well, they won’t tell you that part. Because the truth is, once you see through the scam, once you realize that this entire game is built on empty promises and corporate theater, you stop playing. You stop believing in their hollow rewards. And that, more than anything, terrifies them. Because deep down, they know—they know—that if the world had a real choice, they would be discarded like the worthless pieces of shit they are.

But hey, they have diplomas, so that makes them special, right?