Tag: collapse
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Decline? Yes. Collapse? No.
Decline? Yes. Collapse? No. Collapse would mean CIA spooks scribbling op-eds on Substack and hawking $10-a-month subscriptions like two-bit grifters at a carnival sideshow. The agency boys in their ill-fitting suits, slumped in coffee shops from Langley to Lincoln, churning out think pieces titled “The Death of American Empire: A Personal Journey” or “How I…
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Dark Humor/American Collapse
Collapse, a word for the wordless. No laughter here, only the echo of a joke lost in the static. Soviet black, French absinthe green, Spanish crimson – these were the hues of humor, once. Now, the palette is gray, the canvas smeared with the fingerprints of empire. Vonnegut, Pynchon, high-rise clowns juggling fire in a burning circus. We are the ground floor,the crushed and trampled, the dirt beneath their manicured…
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Nero
Emperor Nero (Rome): A teenage viper thrust onto the golden throne, dripping with silk and delusions of grandeur. Fiddled while Rome burned, they say. But the fire was a flicker compared to the inferno raging inside his skull. A mother, Agrippina the Ambitious, a she-wolf in a silk dress, clawed her way to power through…
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Pope Clement VII
Pope Clement VII: A Medici marionette on the throne of St. Peter. A tangled mess of Renaissance finery and political scheming. Mind like a vat of lukewarm oil, swirling with Medici ambitions and papal paranoia. The Protestant Reformation, a gremlin gnawing at the roots of the Church, Luther’s words like a virus spreading through the…
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Tsar Nicholas II (Russia)
A gilded cipher on a throne of bones. Inherited a Romanov zoo of paranoia and privilege. Brain a Fabergé egg, all empty, jeweled cliches of divine right. Stirred the pot of discontent with a rusty scepter, clueless as a cockroach at a coronation ball. A Romanov on a rickety throne, ass squeezed by the iron…
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The Soft Machine Of Versailles
The Soft Machine of Versailles spins its gears, grinding Louis XVI’s indecision into a fine powder. Royal blood seeps through cracks in the palace floors, mingling with the sweat and rage of the hungry masses. Time fractures, spilling centuries of aristocratic rule onto cobblestone streets. Revolution crawls from the gutters, a mutant creature born of…
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Charles II of Spain
King Charles II of Spain, a Habsburg with a family tree more twisted than a pretzel dipped in absinthe. Generations of royal couplings, a genetic cul-de-sac, had bequeathed him with a body like a malfunctioning clockwork automaton and a mind as sharp as a week-old turnip. Inbreeding, a grotesque tango of royal bloodlines, had birthed…
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Hindenburgh
Paul von Hindenburg, a once-mighty war machine, rusted and sputtering on his last legs. Age, a psychic vulture, picked at his fading faculties. Memories of glorious battles bled into hallucinations of goose-stepping parades. The Weimar Republic, a fragile patchwork quilt of ideologies, stretched thin under the weight of his senile leadership. Hitler, a hungry tapeworm of ambition, burrowed into the decaying Hindenburg brain. Whispers, laced with promises of…
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Enter Byzantium
We’re entering the Byzantium era of the American empire We’re entering the Byzantine era of the American empire 1945-1991 Republic – Superpower with a conscience. – Cold War theatrics. – Pretend rules mattered. 1991-2024: Empire – Global sheriff, no oversight. – Power trip, overreach. – Cracks show, ignored them. 2024- : Hellenistic/Byzantium Era – Shift…