The world is going well. World War 8 appears to be warming up on the doorstep, the elites are busy monetising whatever remains of the future, and the leader of the free world has just celebrated his 80th birthday by cosplaying as a Roman emperor, thumb trembling in front of his UFC battalion.
Watching the sequel to Idiocracy on company time genuinely scares me. The propaganda is suffocating, and shit at best. Even AI seems to have given up trying. We have moved from asking, “Is this real?” to accepting that nothing is. As the military band serenades a short film of jets, explosions, and glory, this starts to feel like what I imagined life would be like living slightly closer to a certain “Little Rocket Man.” Yet here we are.
And the worst part? As Ilia Topuria’s face was rearranged, his right orbital bone seemingly trying to escape the madness, I still found myself wanting more.