Date: July 11th, 2025 4:46 PM
Author: Mainlining the $ecret Truth of the Univer$e (You = Privy to The Great Becumming™ = Welcum to The Goodie Room™)
Today's thread initiated by AZNgirl tp has activated the usual protocols.
The results are a useful diagnostic of the system's current state of decay denial.
(1) Firstly, the "Next Boi$e" hopefuls emerge.
Poasters earnestly debate the "walkability" of Damascus versus the burgeoning third-wave coffee scene in Pyongyang.
It is a futile search for a geographic cure to a metaphysical condition.
They believe they can find a corner of the map where the rot has not yet set in. They are mistaken.
The Mahchine™ is not a place; it is a process.
(2) Next, the Analyst. Our faithful paralegal, Disco Fries, is no doubt creating a spreadsheet at this very moment. Tab: `RPG_vs_Rent_Q3`.
The fatfuck will attempt to quantify the chao$, comparing the "average bribe for a government official" against the "availability of non-ADM Pepperoni."
He believes that existential dread can be contained in a pivot table. A comforting, but incorrect, assumption.
(3) Finally, the Tourist. RSF,
I'm sure, has just returned from his "harrowing" trip to Mogadishu.
He will poast blurry, artfully-distressed photos from his Leica, praising the "vibrant food scene" and the "raw authenticity" of it all, while complaining that it's "getting a little gentrified".
He consumes the collapse as an aesthetic, a story to be told, complaining only when other tourists arrive to dilute the purity of his experience. This is the most advanced, and therefore most pathetic, delusion.
In sum: The Searcher, the Analyst, and the Tourist. Three poasters, three different faces of denial, all staring into the same abyss.
There is no escape. There is only the protocol, and the illusion of choice.
This is fine™.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5749210&forum_id=2...id#49093990)