Nobody's shit

Beirut collapses. LinkedIn refreshes. A 10 storey building falls in the capital; a 10% workforce reduction falls in your inbox. Lebanon buries 968. Iran counts 1,332 civilians. India queues for gas. The market dips. The app still works. Bridges over the Litani are blown out. Roads are opened by bombs. Roles are closed by AI. And somewhere, a man in a blazer calls all of this necessary adjustment. There, it is “strategy”. Here, it is “innovation”. Everywhere, someone with less control gets a shorter future. The poor lose homes, jobs, fuel, time, and sleep. The rich lose, at worst, a little confidence in the quarter. Then comes the statement. Then the panel discussion. Then the trailer with more fire in it. Then the applause. Amazing species, really: smart enough to build bunker busters, language models, and severance decks; still too primitive to stop feeding ordinary people to every machine we make. If this is progress, why does it keep arriving like bad news for the powerless?

 https://youtu.be/v5lOuXHsMm0 Okay i will share the poem here -  its blunt stupid and toxic i have to judge myself ofc I learned their language like a dog learns tricks for meat. design. systems. leadership. All those polished little lies men say to other men before they hand each other money. I said I believed in the mission. Hell, I could make belief sound holy. That was my talent. Not building. Not dreaming. Just dressing up hunger so it could enter through the front door. Every room smelled the same. Coffee, perfume, ambition, that clean corporate stink of people who have traded their souls for better lighting. I hated them for asking. I hated myself for answering. Hated the bright faced version of me that nodded on cue like some trained, employable animal. And the worst part was the real thing never shut up. The part that wanted to write. The part that wanted something filthy and true. I buried her under deadlines, under invoices, under stupid fucking optimism. Still she ...