Profit thrives on human misery.
The economic system is the invisible plague that’s been eating away at humanity like a rat infestation in a slum. Only it doesn’t nibble at your cheese, it gnaws at your soul, your time, your hope.
You wake up every day, dust off your self-worth, and march into the grind, because money is the currency of your entire existence.
And what do you get in return? A crippling sense of never having enough, while watching a handful of sociopaths laugh all the way to their offshore accounts.
Here’s the thing. This so-called “economic system” we all worship? It’s not a well-oiled machine. It’s a fucking parasite. It feeds off your labor, your ambition, your desperation, and somehow, it always finds a way to make you feel lucky that you’re the one holding the bag of rotting economic promises. “Oh, you get a job? You get to work for a paycheck? Great! You’re a contributing member of society!” Yeah, great. You’re also a servant to an endless cycle of bullshit that never ends.
What’s the goal, you ask?
Is it really to provide for the common good? Ha. No. It’s to keep you working, hustling, while a select few sit back, smoke cigars, and play Monopoly with human lives. Your labor isn’t valued—it’s exploited, and the more you sweat, the more you feed the beast. At the top of this pyramid, a handful of bloodsuckers get richer, and the rest of us?
We’re lucky to keep the lights on. “But the system works!” Sure, if you’re a stockbroker who thinks a “good day” is when you increase your wealth by four hundred percent, and by “wealth,” I mean the kind that’s only possible by making everyone else poorer.
That’s the beauty of it, isn’t it?
The system isn’t built for you. It’s built for them. It’s like a lottery where the odds are so stacked against you that you’d have a better shot at winning a Nobel Prize in ‘Being Left Alone.’ And yet, every day, we pretend this nonsense is the only way forward. We sing praises to progress, even though it’s just another word for growing inequality and environmental collapse.
You think capitalism is a way to create wealth? No, it’s a way to create illusionary wealth. You’re not getting ahead. You're just being dragged through the muck at a slightly faster pace than the guy next to you. The whole economy is built on scarcity, so they can sell you solutions to problems they created. You’re drowning in debt, and the people who sold you the life raft? They’re charging you for every breath you take in it.
And let’s talk about consumerism—the wet dream of the economic system. Buy, buy, buy. All the things you don’t need, so you can feel good about yourself for a couple hours until the next advertising campaign makes you feel like absolute garbage again. Buy a phone, buy a car, buy a house you can’t afford, buy clothes you’ll never wear—but whatever you do, make sure you keep buying, because your soul is worthless without stuff. And the system? It keeps you busy buying, working, hustling, and consuming, so you never have time to stop and think about how all this is an elaborate cage.
What’s the endgame? Well, it’s not about fixing inequality or lifting up the suffering. That’s not profitable. The system’s goal is to keep the wealth flowing up—not down. It’s not about creating an egalitarian society; it’s about creating a class of people who are so desperate that they’ll do anything to stay afloat. Keep ‘em anxious, keep ‘em tired, keep ‘em working until they drop dead in a 3x6 cubicle. You’re not a person—you’re a resource.
So, yeah, the economic system is a plague. It doesn’t care about you. It doesn’t care about anyone but itself. And we all just go along with it, like mindless cattle, waiting for the next feed. It's like a cult, except the sacrificial altar is in the form of endless work hours and personal debt. And the people in charge? They're the high priests, laughing all the way to the bank, watching you work yourself into an early grave just to afford a vacation you can’t even enjoy.
Isn’t it beautiful? The economic system—the plague that keeps giving.