"The prophets are lining up.
I ask nothing, I dream the monkey dream.
Our future doesn't fit on any flag.
Life is too short to understand it."
(Extrabreit - Tanz mit mir)
“A very special parasite” – a brief history of human civilization.
ChatGPT summary of a text by George Tsakraklides.
"People believe they invented the economy. In reality, they simply brazenly imposed themselves on a long-existing, perfectly functioning economic system – the Earth's natural resource economy. For billions of years, this system ran stably, sustainably, and efficiently. No growth, no collapse, no madness. Then came humans.
And because humans are particularly innovative parasites, they have ruined this harmonious balance with astonishing thoroughness. Their so-called “economy” is not rational or balanced – it is a religious delusion that serves only one god: profit. Reflection? Empathy? Insight? Not part of the plan. Profit is the mantra, the altar, the holy of holies. And woe betide anyone who dares to challenge this dogma.
Human economies have spectacularly failed countless times throughout history. Each time, there was something to be learned from it. But no one did. Instead, the lesson each time was: if you fall, just steal harder next time. And so it went on, crash after crash, raid after raid. Humanity behaves like a child with pyromania who immediately sets fire to every new toy – except that this time the toy is a planet.
The reality is that humans have never created anything of real value. No other species on Earth is so ecologically useless. Ten million species contribute to the balance of the planet – one single species lives exclusively by sucking all the others dry. Humans do not produce food for others, do not clean the air, do not preserve the soil. They consume, destroy and call it progress.
From an economic point of view, humans are a kind of con artist who plays in a casino with counterfeit money that they have printed themselves. They never pay – the bill always goes to the Earth. And when the system collapses? Then they simply demand a new rainforest to be cleared, another river to be diverted, a new animal to be exterminated.
Capitalism is not an economic system – it is a cultic death drive. Everything must be consumed, worn out, and disposed of faster: resources, products, people. The goal: constant demand. Constant consumption. Constant waste. If you don't believe it, try replacing the word “consume” with “borrow” in your mind – then it becomes painfully clear what a mountain of debt we have accumulated with the Earth.
The irony of it all? People praise themselves as “inventors,” as “creators” – yet they are simply extremely effective waste producers with a penchant for total collapse. They have managed to develop an economic system that calculates its own demise. Products with expiration dates, people with expiration values, living spaces with demolition permits. The crowning glory: all of this is sold as “success.”
And as if that weren't enough, an entire legal and institutional framework has been built to legitimize this collective insanity. Companies that are equipped with rights like states—but have no obligations whatsoever toward the environment or society. Capitalism as an apocalyptic simulation: everything is allowed, nothing is mandatory, as long as it generates returns.
Humans idolize trash, worship numbers, and die for growth. They are like overeating guests at an all-you-can-eat buffet who no longer know how to get up—let alone when to stop.
The final act has long since begun: the Earth has no more resources. The “central bank of the Earth,” from which we have stolen everything—raw materials, energy, life—is bankrupt. No bailout, no reset. Only the grand finale: fireworks made of plastic, debt, and self-inflicted extinction.
“I'm sorry, humanity, but according to my records, there are no more funds in your account”—Central Bank of the Earth."
This morning, I read this text by George Tsakraklides – and then took a look at my Twitter timeline.
The article works like those glasses from John Carpenter's “They Live”: you put them on, and suddenly you see everything as it really is. And it's even worse than you feared.
The roof is burning, the walls are crumbling, the foundation is being washed away by groundwater, while we sit in front of a screen and deal with the saga of a former pimp for rich people.
Our minds are being Epsteined, and we are so incredibly stupid that we are even paying for it.
Tsakraklides offers no comfort, no solution, no happy ending. Only the bitter truth: we are not part of a system that can be changed. We are the system—and we are the problem.
What this text reveals is nothing less than the complete bankruptcy of the human race – morally, ecologically, existentially. We are a parasite with delusions of grandeur, believing ourselves to be God while eating the last banana and setting fire to the tree.
This humanity was never really conscious.
It was efficient, yes – in plundering, in deceiving, in destroying. But not awake. Never. And that is why it will perish. Not through external force – but because it knows nothing else but to exploit itself until there is nothing left.
Do you want the gray pill, Neo – or would you prefer the other gray pill?
We are monkeys living in a dream world where we are the absolute rulers and can shape it according to our desires - that's all there is to it, nothing more.
The dream is coming to an end. When we wake up, we are once again just a monkey under a tree - drowsy, stinking of excrement, with a bad taste in our mouths and morning wood. No one applauds or gives us a 'like', and we no longer even remember that we just a moment ago considered ourselves the crown of creation, godlike beings.
We scratch our asses and look for food. And something to fuck.
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