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Tuesday, 3 February 2026
Flintstone Shukla
It took me a while to realise that the world will never stop being mediaeval. One has to really make all the right choices to reach where I reached and to have a bird-eye view of the situation. The truth about this country, as I realised, is very gnostic. The God of this country is an outright demonic demiurge, of course not in spiritual sense, it just refers to a multi-level arrangement of rich of a feudal-corporate axis with mafia, politicians and religion being part of that axis. To be fair, one would want to believe in the gnostic Monad, the transcendent true God, but then one realises that he is just exists as a principle. I have lived long enough to see only innocents suffering and I have had enough experience to realises that the main modus operandi is to exploit people and it can be merely for fun, and then blaming all their pain on them by invoking some shitty rule. When I was a kid, I had thought that there are going to be Jetsons style flying cars in the future, the present that we are living in now and I ended up realising that it is actually a mediaeval slavery worse than it ever was, perpetuated by a whimsical, totally evil and capricious god, demiurge, if you will. There are three modes to existence in the present political reality, delusional, sane and insane. There is not much difference between sane and insane here because if you are insane, you are insane and people will think you are insane, and if you are sane, you are not insane and yet people will think you are insane. Once sanity strikes you would prioritise things and that would be family and money and in an order depending on how much you love your family. Your culture at this point, is just a simulation of what it was, a deluding hyperreality, a shackle aiding the slavery and if you are intelligent you will make a module of your culture, of what it truly signifies, and make it a part of you; and culture once signified love, not anymore. We now live in a world where persecution is not for political or religious views, it's whimsical and personal. The rules, for the lack of a better world are strict, or can get strict in retrospect where what you have done in your life can be judged with those new rules, again and repeatedly and this happening might not have a reason at all, it is purely whimsical. The only truth is exploitation, forcing people do things through intimidation, coercion or deception and then blaming those things on them, punishing or torturing them for it and then murdering them while putting all they were made to do through coercion in their account. Being able to see has its upside and downside both. I was able to realise that while the government keeps on making rules to make life of the common citizen difficult than it already is, what truly governs this nation is essentially a criminal syndicate and being a rapist is an essential qualification. I document what I see and I have seen quite some things. It was painful to see the collapse of this nation but it also made me realise that the present government only brought the symptoms out, the setup was present and the game was on since forever only that these motherfuckers forgot the maxim, "never go full retard". Seeing what is essentially an unsaid curfew in a free democratic country one would actually want to escape the reality, but then given the state of entertainment in this country, those doors also have been closed and you got to see police procedurals, mafia dramas and true-crime documentaries or outright vulgar shows. You can escape if you are a middle aged woman however, with absolutely retarded daily soaps which would have been fine if this country wasn't ruled by an absolutely careless and incompetent criminal syndicate. The chaos that looked beautiful and the soul of the nation a while ago, once you realise that it is result of demonic levels of exploration, starts to look absolutely ugly. Those who truly rule this country decided to hoard all the beauty for themselves while hollowing out the grassroot cultures and weaponising them against the people.
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