I had such a nice evening because I paid some guy on the int..

I had such a nice evening because I paid some guy on the internet to farm a mount in WoW for me, so I was free from that nightmare. It’s been a wonderful lazy day overall. The only downside is that due to my terrible diet—lots of citrus fruits and fast carbs—my entire body and face broke out in acne. Oh well, it’ll clear up by tomorrow. Right now, I’m sitting at my computer, practicing handwriting with my left hand and watching documentaries about the arms race between the USA and the USSR and the first atomic bombs.

And here I am thinking: politics is such an embarrassing mess, especially in modern times. Like, back in the day, you could at least believe in real conflicts between regions because there was no efficient logistics, long-distance communication, reliable documentation, or abundance of resources. But now? There’s nothing to justify it. It’s just some people, completely detached from ordinary lives, living in their own schizophrenic delusions and playing games with others just like them on the other side of the planet, all while presenting it as something super important and valuable. Honestly, it’s so cringeworthy. Not even in a judgmental way—it’s just pure cringe.

And the motivation behind it all? The schizophrenic nonsense of people who already have more money than they know what to do with but still want to “get richer” through geopolitics. Or maybe they’re just bored—who knows. Meanwhile, we’re subjected to this whole theatrical production starring politicians, heads of state, influencers, and other self-serving individuals who just can’t wait to get their hands on the money. They’d happily argue that 2+2=5 if it got them closer to the trough.

Back in the day, people would take up pitchforks and burn these parasites out of their nests. Later, bold and cunning individuals would organize secret societies to overthrow the ruling powers. But now? Every social network, every phone call, even every fart is monitored. And let’s be real: even to protest, you need government permission; otherwise, an army will literally come after you 🥴 This is the endgame, a trap that’s already snapped shut.

Most of my followers are Americans, but I’m from Eastern Europe. Watching what’s happening here leaves me speechless. For example, in Russia, sanctioned products are being sold after being routed through Ukraine—trade routes haven’t been destroyed at all. Russian figures who suggest ending the war with a targeted strike on enemy governments instead of tormenting civilians are declared foreign agents and criminals. Meanwhile, Russian prisoners—murderers and others —are freed and sent to war and return as heroes. They record videos from war zones about how great it is and how much they enjoy it, only to go back to their previous crimes afterward.

On the other side, Ukrainian authorities have been bombing their own citizens since 2014—those who wanted to break away and form independent republics. But back then, nobody in Europe was holding concerts about it, no one was helping refugees, and there were no benefits, leniencies, or media coverage. Now, the current president of Ukraine tours Europe begging for money to continue the war instead of surrendering and sparing ordinary people who are drowning in grief, unable to even leave the country due to mobilization laws. Meanwhile, his wife travels the world buying luxury handbags.

The US, whose national debt has reached cosmic proportions, has spent decades meddling in Europe and the Middle East and somehow always ends up richer whenever there’s a conflict here. Even during their own elections, they can’t avoid rhetoric about countries on the other side of the planet. Why? Well, someone’s got to buy their weapons. All under the guise of democracy, of course.

And as for democracy in countries where women must wear garbage bags and 9-year-old girls are married off to old men? Oh, you just don’t understand—that’s tradition. And traditions must be respected, right? Very democratic.

To top it all off, let me talk about my beloved Latvia, since I live here. Our small but proud nation donated the largest percentage of its GDP to Ukraine. Well, not the nation—our dear politicians. And they gave themselves a little salary raise too. Oh, and some bonuses. Our wonderful former prime minister, who has dual Latvian-American citizenship, also accidentally spent €300,000 of state budget money illegally. You know, from the taxes paid by citizens. But we forgave him—after all, we’re the kindest and most tolerant people, and he did apologize.

Meanwhile, Latvia is the third poorest country in Europe, leads in population decline, has the highest percentage of minimum wage earners, and ranks among the unhappiest nations. We even tax money transfers over €100. God forbid a single cent bypasses the government—how else could we help Ukraine? Because clearly, the people who have impoverished and tormented their own population will selflessly donate money to help another. Totally not splitting it among themselves.

They consume and consume, but it’s never enough. I hope when the first atomic bombs are dropped, one lands right on me. I’m so done with it all. Though, they probably won’t drop. After all, fewer people would mean fewer victims to exploit, and we can’t have that, can we?