Something’s wrong, and deep down, you know it.
They tell you to eat your grains. Stack your plate with 70% carbs, they say. “It’s good for you.” But what if it isn’t about your health at all?
What if it’s about keeping you calm… compliant… comfortably numb?
Government health agencies push this narrative with the same eerie unity as the media and the social algorithms—ever notice that? All singing the same lullaby, soothing us into a kind of waking sleep. It’s not nourishment—it’s sedation. Not energy—but inertia.
Like cattle fattened on feed, we’re being pacified by pasta and pacifiers, while the world burns quietly behind screens.
You scroll. You snack. You scroll again.
They’ve built dopamine loops so perfect, so addictively precise, that we barely flinch anymore. Outrage is performative, rebellion commodified. And purpose? It’s buried somewhere under reels, retweets, and sugar highs.
It’s not just carbs. It’s the whole machine.
This system doesn’t want citizens—it wants livestock. Distracted. Divided. Half awake. Addicted to pleasure, numb to pain, blind to truth.
And here’s the twist: they don’t need to imprison us. We’ve already built the fences ourselves. Algorithms are the new shepherds. Screens are the new barns. And our own silence? That’s the slaughterhouse.
But I’m done pretending. I can’t unsee it. I won’t sit quietly in the corner chewing cud while the wolves wear lab coats and news badges.
If you’ve ever felt the flicker of something deeper… the itch in your brain that whispers, This isn’t right… then you already know. You’ve stopped pretending. You’ve noticed.
And that means you’re not alone anymore.
We’re on the same page. And they can’t sedate what’s already awake.
