Predator Class

https://shortstoryproject.com/stories/if-the-war-continues/

Having separated itself from God and spiritual values, modern humanity pridefully turns exclusively to the construction and organization of its material world to find meaning, happiness, and security. Technics is precisely the means by which modern humanity, apart from God, and by its own devices, seeks to achieve desired beneficial ends for itself. In modernity, several autonomous spheres of existence seek to dominate exclusively the whole of life, and technics is one of them. Once modern humanity discarded the Medieval worldview, with its religiously integral view of reality, it has sought integrality of being in one of several spheres of life. Technics is a part of these spheres. Specifically, technics must reckon with the spheres of statism and economics. Berdyaev perceives a pernicious development in modernity in which collective forces (the "masses") look to the state, economics, and technics to provide them with total happiness and wellbeing. Like Dostoevsky, from whom he gleamed many insights, Berdyaev thinks that humankind's appeal to technics, statism, and economics for total well-being only leads to human self-enslavement.

https://substack.com/home/post/p-157157473?source=queue&autoPlay=true

On February 11, 2024, journalist Derrick Broze appeared on Redacted to discuss the influence of Peter Thiel, Elon Musk, and other Technocrats on Donald Trump. Broze discusses the numerous cabinet members associated with Peter Thiel, Elon Musk's Starshield spy satellite program, and the recent Stargate announcement.

Forget your lust for the rich man's gold

All that you need is in your soul

And you can do this, oh, baby, if you try

All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied

And be a simple kind of man

Oh, be something you love and understand

Baby, be a simple kind of man

Oh, won't you do this for me son, if you can?

Oh, yes, I will

Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself

Follow your heart and nothing else

And you can do this, oh, baby, if you try

All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied

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And here you see the problem.

Hungry Ghosts. Can’t get no satisfaction.

.Cassandra—-Robinson Jeffers

The mad girl with the staring eyes and long white fingers
Hooked in the stones of the wall,
The storm-wrack hair and screeching mouth: does it matter, Cassandra,
Whether the people believe
Your bitter fountain? Truly men hate the truth, they'd liefer
Meet a tiger on the road.
Therefore the poets honey their truth with lying; but religion—
Vendors and political men
Pour from the barrel, new lies on the old, and are praised for kind
Wisdom. Poor bitch be wise.
No: you'll still mumble in a corner a crust of truth, to men
And gods disgusting—you and I, Cassandra