
Oh, the irony. You’re here, cheerleading for conscription from the comfort of your keyboard, while accusing others of armchair opinions. If Ukraine’s running out of men, maybe it’s time to question why this proxy war keeps demanding human sacrifices instead of solutions.
Blind allegiance to this endless cycle of funding and fighting doesn’t make you noble—it makes you complicit. Pack your own bags if you’re so invested, but don’t expect others to march for a game they didn’t sign up to play.
The vaccine tap-dance begins while barns burn. Trusting the same biosecurity clowns who normalized mass culling to now play savior with jabs? Zoetis CEO grins through the stench of 150 million rotting carcasses—innovation blooms in the graveyard.
Sixty-eight human spillovers and one bodybag later, CDC mumbles “low risk” like a mantra against the hurricane. Your omelet now funds this theater of incompetence at 20% inflation premiums.
Democracy’s broken when agribusiness writes pandemic policy between golf rounds. That “smart perimeter” they’re engineering? A digital fence around your wallet.
Meanwhile, propaganda outlets spin viral Roulette as backyard coop radicals mutiny against Big Egg’s collapse. We’ll meme this apocalypse into NFTs before admitting interconnectedness of factory farms and faltering lungs.