Europe is littered with letters from overseas. Everyone wants the war to end, but no one wants to see it come to an end... It’s a coliseum of spectacles for those who snatched power from thin air, only to send us false signals of the world collapsing.
No, Russia, behave yourself. Let’s teach some of them how to rule a foreign land—empty yet filled with questions, like piles of rubble. Who loves to fight? NATO? Oh yeah, they love to fight. And Trump? Trump is just Trump, pretending to be Trump. He wants better wars, better damages, better destruction—more explosions to confirm real disasters. Well, the help of Elon might come in handy. You know who I’m talking about.
Elsewhere—not in Ukraine, not with Russia, but south of China—rings of power send a strong warning to us mere mortals. The sea gods of those waters will be renamed. Poseidon for Taiwan. Olokun for Hong Kong. Once the waves reach our shores, no more sacrifices—we have robots. The enslaved machines that need no introduction. Actually, let’s introduce them anyway, without their consent. Tesla Bot—the one and only robot that doesn’t even deserve a teleoperator. Plasticky. Less metal than Terminator. T-8000 would be ashamed of the output these lunatic companies are producing.
Now that we’ve renamed only two sea gods, let’s deep dive into the world of Not Like Us.
Yes! Not like you, not like anybody. You are yourself, not some patriotic solver with no head or tail. We are drowning in endless waves of chaos dumping. It’s no longer info dumping—it’s chaos. And once chaos reaches our shores, we stand to defend ourselves, even though we know it’s pointless.
And the machine—ah yes, the machine. There’s a ghost in our machines. One in computers, TVs, cell phones, and… us. We have ghosts in us.
That ghost is not our soul, not our mind, not even the personality you believe hears you every day. That ghost often leads you to errors you regret. And then you say, “What did I just do? I’m so stupid. What happened? I thought I punched you in the face, but instead, I made the mistake of hugging and shaking your hand. Agh! Someone, please save me!”
I didn’t fight in the Korean War. Or Vietnam. Or World War 3 to 1. I wasn’t born in most of those times, but I feel bad for those who had to go through such stupidity. If you want to see how tough it was back then, take your calm, serene life—just the way you feel now—flip it over, crank up the intensity, and raise the level of fear, distrust, and betrayal. Introverts know the tip-of-the-iceberg version of that.
If there’s one thing we need, it’s the Millennium Falcon. I mean, we need to build one. To escape the rivers of society. And after our escape? We need to head to Mars and perpetuate disasters—because we are not evolutionarily capable of being good to the environment. We can’t handle the reality of greens and dirt all over us. We treat nature like a cold DOGE.
A call from the Trump taxi cab? That’s a call for war. Leaders nowadays want peace that starts with war. When you cross the street, are you J-walking or J-warring? Keep in mind—you argue with your neighbors, with your relatives, and with your BFFs.
Hmmm… Do I have anything else to say? Ahh… not at this point. Post you later.
-KJBeya

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