I'm not making fun...
Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished readers, and accidental scrollers who meant to Google "how to remove coffee stains from important documents"—welcome to my latest blog.
I should probably start by saying, if you don’t hear from me again after this post, assume that either my internet mysteriously vanished, or I’ve been invited on an all-expenses-paid "vacation" to a remote location where the WiFi is just out of reach. (Coincidence or Fiction? Surely, one of them)
Just a minor concern
See, I have this tiny, minuscule, almost negligible concern: I’m scared to share my thoughts. Not because I think they’re bad (on the contrary, I’d argue they’re brilliant—if I do say so myself). But because we live in... how do I put this delicately?... interesting times. The kind of times where history seems less like an old book gathering dust and more like a remake nobody asked for. And let me tell you, this reboot? The reviews are in. Zero stars. Would not recommend.
Now, I come from a long line of people who survived things. My ancestors saw the world go up in flames, rebuilt it, and then watched in horror as people started gathering matches again. My granddad died for nothing—just like Anne Frank and too many others to count. And now, as I sit here, typing nervously and eyeing my WiFi router like it might be bugged (oh hello, friendly surveillance team!) , or Google might record something using my smart and same time f*cking stupid devices, I find myself wondering: how did we get back here?
At some point, the "don’t be evil" thing was thrown into the shredder, and instead, we got an unholy alliance of oligarchy meets dictatorship, garnished with a sprinkle of dystopian aesthetics. The news feels like a script rejected by Hollywood for being "too on the nose," and every time someone says, "Oh, that could never happen here!" I half expect a historian to burst through the wall like the Kool-Aid Man yelling, "Oh YEAH?"
But here’s the kicker: I’m writing this anyway. Maybe it’s foolish. Maybe it’s brave. Maybe it’s just me trying to yell into the void before the void updates its privacy policy and mutes dissent entirely.
So, dear reader, if you’re still here, still reading, still thinking—good. It means you’re aware. And awareness is the first step to making sure we don’t sleepwalk into another historical catastrophe. In the meantime, I’ll be here, nervously refreshing my blog, waiting to see if it disappears into the digital ether.
Or, you know, if I mysteriously get offered an all-expenses-paid "vacation."
Stay tuned. Or don’t. Who knows what happens next?
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