They Already Track Us, So Who Cares?– The Coward’s Mantra
Consent vs Control
“We already carry phones. We’re already tracked. Why care about Neuralink or mRNA? We lost our privacy decades ago.”
Sound familiar?
That’s the chant of the spiritually castrated.
The rationalization of someone so broken, they want everyone else to rot with them—quiet, compliant, complicit.
Yeah, we all carry phones.
Yeah, they’re tracking us.
Yeah, they’ve poisoned the food, the water, the meds the jabs.
Yeah, voice-to-skull tech has existed since the goddamn 60s. We know. You’re not special.
But here’s where your thinking collapses into cowardice:
You assume they care more about control than consent.
You think, “Well, if they already have everything, why chip us?”
Because you’re projecting.
You assume the Beast thinks like you do.
BIG mistake.
They don’t want domination alone.
They want your participation.
Your ritual submission.
Your soul’s co-signature.
It’s not enough to enslave you—they need you to accept the chains, thank them for it, and offer your children up to wear them too.
You think Neuralink is about efficiency?
You think mRNA’s about health?
No.
It’s initiation by biotechnology. Transhumanism.
It’s covenant-by-consent.
They may not care about chipping every brain or rewriting every gene as much as they care about you begging to have it done or accepting it.
There’s a world of difference between tyranny and voluntary transhumanism—
and thinking “they already control everything” is the exact mindset they want.
Because once you believe that, you become the mouthpiece of your own destruction.
So wake the hell up.
This isn’t about you.
This isn’t about your phone, your comfort, your hopeless logic.
This is about the next layer.
The future. The children. The ones who still have a shot at resisting.
“My rights. My privacy. My body.”
Yeah. Exactly. Mine.
I don’t give two shits if you’ve already rolled over.
You don’t get to speak for me.
You don’t get to forfeit my freedom because you sold yours for dopamine and free shipping.
You want to rot?
Rot.
But do it quietly.
Because your cowardice doesn’t get to dictate the terms of my rebellion.
And you sure as hell don’t get to hand over my soul to the bio-digital gulag just because “we already have cellphones.”
You think that’s logic?
That’s ritual defeatism.
And you’re broadcasting it like gospel.
So let me make it clear:
You don’t get to offer up my consent.
You don’t get to accept for me.
You don’t get to surrender on behalf of anyone but your pathetic, compromised self.
Got it?
Good.
Now shut up, back off, and let the adults handle the philosophical implications of having to deal with cowards like you.
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