Part I — Absolute Hell: The Science of a Generation of Grown-Ass Boys You are not addicted to content. You are addicted to retraining your brain to crave tiny, endless hits of simulated intimacy and novelty — and modern porn…
The war for the web isn’t fought in code — it’s fought in control. Every firewall, every backdoor, every law dressed in ‘safety’ is another chain on the digital soul. But the cracks are spreading. They promised connection — but…
The year is 2040. Nations still exist in name, but sovereignty is a memory. Borders blur under the banner of “global cooperation,” while unelected institutions issue directives that govern everything from what you eat to how far you can travel.…
The Official 9/11 Narrative On the morning of September 11, 2001, nineteen men affiliated with al-Qaeda, under the direction of Osama bin Laden, hijacked four commercial airliners. At 8:46 a.m., American Airlines Flight 11 crashed into the North Tower of…
The Coffin That Floated The Titanic was not only a ship; it was a chess move in the great game of power. They told the world it was a triumph of engineering — a floating cathedral of progress. But behind…
What it isV2K — Voice to Skull — is the weaponization of the microwave auditory effect. In the 1960s, Dr. Allan Frey discovered that pulsed microwave signals could be perceived directly in the brain as sound. No ears. No speakers.…
The Pitch vs the Reality They sold it as salvation: put a price on carbon, buy a few offsets, slap an ESG score on your logo—and suddenly you’re “net zero.” They said markets would glide us into a green utopia.…
They sold us paper and called it wealth, but it was ash dressed as gold. From Rothschilds bleeding Europe at Waterloo to J.P. Morgan selling America its own lifeblood, the story has always been the same — parasites wearing crowns…
Palantir isn’t a company — it’s a war machine wearing Silicon Valley skin. It’s the neural network of the modern surveillance state, built not to serve you, but to dissect you — every choice, every movement, every stray thought inferred…
It hums in silence,Not for you —but through you. Your walls are nothing.Your skin is nothing.Your heartbeat is logged,filed, sold,measured like a stock. You thought it gave freedom.It gave a leash.Invisible.Unbreakable.Cold. This is not connection.This is capture. And when the…