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When it all collapses? Oh, they’ll find new #uses for us. Squid Game wasn’t just a show; it was a warning. They’ll take our organs, our labor, our #blood, and call it "progress." Hell, maybe they’ll thank us for our “sacrifice.” | Let's F*cking Live

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Fred Farjani

1/1/2025

white and black skull figurine on black surface
white and black skull figurine on black surface

You ever feel like the world is a half-dead AAA battery? You know, the kind you keep slamming into the remote, hoping the #Netflix menu pops up one last time? That’s humanity right now—shoved into the #cosmic remote, praying for one more season. Except this battery? It’s not rechargeable. It’s leaking #acid and ruining your mom's couch cushions.

Prosperity and poverty. That’s what they tell us, right? These are the gears that grind nations. One side is the glitzy #penthouse view, champagne flutes clinking, and imported wagyu beef soaked in ordinary egg yolk. The other is the basement—the moldy, rat-infested dungeon where the rest of us are breaking our backs, eating instant #noodles because we can't afford eggs, and then we calling it “meal prep.” And the chubby part? Both sides are stuck in the same damn battery, and neither is working anymore.

But here’s a little gem, it’s not us that’s broken. No, it’s the system, the scam, the globalization #Ponzi scheme that’s been selling us #dreams of prosperity while chaining us to our desks. The centralization of power, the "world leaders" who smile on TV while calculating how much they can squeeze out of the working human. You, me—the cheap fucks, the #stinky poor, the "why can’t you just get it together?"crowd.

And when it all collapses? and it will, they’ll find new #uses for us. Squid Game wasn’t just a show; it was a warning. They’ll take our organs, our labor, our #blood, and call it "progress." Hell, maybe they’ll thank us for our “sacrifice.” Maybe they’ll slap a motivational quote on it. “Your kidneys saved the #economy! more like the billionaire on his fourth transplant. Meanwhile, we're over here trying to survive on one kidney and a shared pack of instant ramen.

But here’s the thing that’ll make you #cry while laughing like a lunatic. Even in this dumpster fire of a world, there’s still... us. The broken. The tired. The #people who’ve been told their whole lives they’re worth less than the shoes on some CEO’s yacht. #And we—we—have the audacity to still laugh, still #love, still share whatever crumbs we’ve got left.

You ever look at your neighbor? Not the one who mows their lawn at 7 a.m. #Screw that guy. But the one who’s just as screwed as you? Maybe they’re drowning in debt, or maybe their kids are asking questions like, “Why can’t we go on vacation like the other families?” And #you want to tell them the truth—that the system is rigged, that prosperity and poverty are just two ends of a loaded gun aimed at our heads—but instead, you just smile. You say, “Hey, need a cup of sugar?”

Because despite all this chaos, all this misery, we still find ways to be #human. We still dance in the dark. We still sing off-key karaoke. We still fall in #love with #strangers on a crowded bus, even though we know they’re just as lost as we are.

And perhaps that’s enough. Not to fix the #battery, or save humanity from its self-inflicted wounds, but to merely remind us that we were never meant to be perfect. We were meant to be wild. To live like the half-ass hairless #animals we are. To mess up, to cry, to curse the stars, and then laugh at how #ridiculous it all is.

So, here’s to the end of the story. 12 years after the #Mayan 2012, Not the polished, #Hollywood ending. The real one (if we haven't lost track of reality all together already). The one where we take #humanity off life support and let it breathe on its own for once. Where we stop chasing #prosperity and start living in the chaos, together.

Raise your cup or plate if you're second. Not to the #rigged system, not to the scammers, but to us—the trash, the #glorious, resilient, #beautiful trash. Because if we’re going down, we’re doing it our way, dancing #barefoot in the jungle, #cursing the gods, and #laughing until it hurts.

End of story. Let’s f*cking live.