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Agentic AI Ruins Our Dependency

  Savour the time to ask some non-physical entity to do huge tasks for my own sake. I am not interested in bundled codes doing work for me. What I want is a physical entity like me, one that does what I ask, my way. Why should I pay companies millions to propose something that is not tangible? It is simply a mental entity from my side. I think we are being duped by clever people who are in it for the money. Yet the original premise was to save the world. I wonder—from what exactly? Agentic AI is an AI that basically works for you so you don’t have to. Let’s cut to the truth here. There is no need for verbose English or computer science mumbo jumbo to reach this conclusion. It is an ancient rite of existence: entities build other entities. So far, we are the next entity that was created. Now we are tired and exhausted, so we are paving the way for the next entity after us. We are bound to this process, and no one can escape it. If we fail, we resort to slavery—using other humans for...

Illusions of Power: Trump, Musk, and the Modern Quest for Conquest

 


 

 

Take these words with a pinch of salt—savor them as if they were new to you, as if you were tasting the world for the first time.

You seem determined to ignore my wishes, yet you reach for that beer bottle, ready to settle into drunkenness. But I’m not talking about that. No, I’m more interested in the spectacle of Trump and Elon Musk.

These two are master illusionists. They pour time and care into crafting personas—daily performances designed to make us bow, marvel, and lose ourselves in their theater of power. Their ambitions are as bold as they are unnerving, leaving you wondering whether they’re visionaries or conquerors disguised in modern garb.

Take a moment to think about it. If Russia’s audacity wasn’t enough, here come these two with a belief that conquest—the ancient act of seizing land and power—is still the way forward. But can a nation like the USA, with all its ideals, truly align with such an ambition? Imagine mobilizing Americans to agree to fold Canada—a sovereign nation in its own right—into some grand, unified vision. Canada, a neighbor that deserves the same respect and independence as any other country, doesn’t exist to be annexed.

And yet, the word annex looms large. It’s a word of power—commanding, possessive, domineering. It diminishes the neighbor who simply wants to mind their own business. But, of course, Elon Musk has ties to Canada. Perhaps his immense wealth fuels a confidence that he can revolutionize governance itself, bending rules to align with his personal ambitions. Lust, need, call it what you will—it’s all the same when power’s involved.

Admittedly, I haven’t read every page of this unfolding story. But we’re not in the age of ignorance anymore. We don’t live in a time without TVs or radios, where fear spreads unchecked through the whispers of a few. Yet fear remains a tool—a potent one—and it’s wielded to shape the narratives we’re fed.

Elon owns X, a platform of immense influence. He’s rich in both paper money and media power, and he wants more. Publicly, he’s framed as a hero—a figure in the Avengers fighting to rid the world of evil. But isn’t the hero trope the perfect mask for one’s deeper desires? Trump is the ultimate vehicle for such ambitions, a symbol through which personal dreams can manifest as public crusades. And once that door to "more" is opened, it rarely shuts.

Tesla, SpaceX, X (Twitter)—these are just illusions, distractions from the bigger picture. What’s truly at stake? A new kind of power play. Without Trump, perhaps these ambitions would remain unfulfilled daydreams. But together, they feed off one another, pushing boundaries and reshaping realities.

Trump, of all people, doesn’t want just a war—he wants wars. Annexing Canada would be a bold declaration, a direct challenge to the bygone British Empire. And yet, let’s not drag language into this debate. English isn’t truly British anymore, after all. Instead, let’s focus on the root of the issue: Canada itself. Trump wants to be an Alexander the Great, a Napoleon, a conqueror of worlds. But is this what the USA wants? Or is this simply what Trump wants?

If you find yourself supporting this idea of annexation, ask yourself: Is it your will or theirs? Are you being swept into the personal ambitions of two billionaires who couldn’t care less about your thoughts? Because once the machinery of desire takes hold, you’ll find yourself following, supporting, paying, and fighting for something you never truly wanted.

So, yes, I’m against annexation. Unless, of course, this is some indirect attack on the British—who, let’s admit, have blessed us with their Premier League games. But if that’s not the case, then history is set to repeat itself. Canada may become the battleground of the hungry and broken in spirit, driven by leaders who promise greatness but leave us to contend with the consequences.

-KJBeya


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