From Your Job to Your Politicians, Welcome to the Big Con
Look around. School? Scam. Work? Scam. Democracy? Don’t get me started. From birth, you’re signed into a contract you never agreed to—and the ink’s invisible.
The Scam of Education
They told you education was freedom. Translation: a lifetime subscription to debt. In the U.S., the average graduate owes forty grand for a piece of paper that certifies one skill: obedience. You don’t buy knowledge you buy permission. Knowledge is free at a library. But you won’t get hired unless you pay six figures to prove you can sit still and take it. That’s not education. That’s extortion dressed in a cap and gown.
The Scam of Work
Welcome to the office. Eight hours of pretending to work, three hours of meetings about nothing, two hours making PowerPoints nobody reads. Economist David Graeber called it: “bullshit jobs.” Jobs that exist to justify bosses who exist to justify other bosses. And your paycheck? It’s hush money. It says: “Don’t ask if any of this matters. Just cash it.”
The Scam of Consumer Life
Your phone breaks on schedule, your clothes unravel by design, your apps charge you to exist. Even rebellion is monetized punk is a T-shirt at H&M, mindfulness is a $300 retreat. You’re not a citizen. You’re a subscriber. You’re not living. You’re leasing.
The Scam of Politics
Ah, democracy. Every four years, you pick your favorite liar. Ninety-one percent of U.S. elections and everywhere else, are won by the candidate with the most money . That’s not choice it’s an auction. Every speech is a product demo, every promise is vaporware. “Hope and Change.” “Make it Great Again.” Doesn’t matter. Different logos, same scam.
The Meta-Scam: Hope
And here’s the cruelest trick: they even scam your hope. Hustle culture says grind harder. Spirituality says manifest harder. Politicians say vote harder. It’s always on you to fix what they broke. And if it doesn’t work? They’ll sell you a premium upgrade.
So yeah. Is everything a scam? Pretty much. From your first day of school to your last ballot, life is one big pyramid scheme with better branding.
The truth? You were born into a scam. The only choice you’ve ever had is whether you sell it, buy it, or burn it down. What do you think?
Millions now use AI for emotional support and companionship during difficult times. But new research reveals concerning patterns: higher AI usage correlates with increased loneliness, and the same features that make AI comforting can create dependency. Through interviews, Reddit analysis, and clinical evidence, this video examines the psychological risks of AI relationships – and why current regulations aren’t equipped to handle this new reality. If you’re using AI when you’re struggling, here’s what you need to know.
The vow that was supposed to save humanity has collapsed into a slogan. In Gaza, “Never Again” is happening again, while the world watches and whispers excuses.
The Hollow Ritual of Memory
Every January, the world lowers its head. Leaders line up at Holocaust memorials, candles flicker, violins weep. “Never Again,” they whisper, as if repeating the words will keep the past at bay. We congratulate ourselves for remembering. But remembrance without courage is theatre. And theatre does not stop the bombs falling on Gaza.
For the children buried in the rubble, the words “Never Again” ring like a cruel joke. Never Again? It is happening again—different accents, different uniforms, but the same dehumanization, the same silence, the same graves filled with children who should have lived.
The Machinery of Dehumanization
The Holocaust did not begin with gas chambers. It began with words. Rats. Vermin. Parasites. The steady erosion of dignity until killing became a bureaucratic task.
Today, Gaza is described in almost identical terms. Its people reduced to “human animals,” its children cast as shadows rather than lives. Once language strips away humanity, mass death becomes “collateral damage.” Bulldozers flatten homes as if clearing debris. Starving families are labeled “security risks.” A whole population turned into statistics, denied the simple recognition of being human.
The machinery changes its tools, but the blueprint remains the same.
The Complicity of the World
Here is the obscenity: the very nations that stand solemnly at Auschwitz every January are the ones arming the bombardment of Gaza. American presidents, European prime ministers, they mouth “Never Again” with one hand on their chest while the other hand signs arms deals.
The hypocrisy is unbearable. A leader who weeps at a Holocaust memorial in the morning will justify the bombing of schools in the afternoon. Newspapers that publish endless anniversary spreads on the Shoah relegate Gaza’s dead children to a back-page statistic.
The world, once again, is silent. Silence that is not neutral, silence that is consent. Silence that kills twice—once by omission, once by complicity.
The Weaponization of Memory
“Never Again” was meant to be humanity’s oath. But memory has been narrowed, twisted, turned into a national brand rather than a universal principle. The Holocaust’s memory, instead of serving as a warning for all peoples, is used as political currency.
This betrayal is worse than denial. To deny the Holocaust is to erase the past. To weaponize its memory is to poison the present. It means “Never Again” does not apply to everyone—only to some. It becomes conditional. Selective. Hollow.
And what is a broken oath if not another crime?
The Children as Witnesses
Walk through Auschwitz today and you will see small shoes piled behind glass. In Gaza, those shoes are still on children’s feet when the bombs tear them apart. Both sets of children cry out through time: What is the point of memory if it cannot protect us?
History’s testimony is not abstract—it is flesh, bones, laughter cut short. A six-year-old who drew butterflies in the Warsaw Ghetto. A six-year-old in Gaza who just wanted bread. Both silenced by walls, by starvation, by human cruelty justified as necessity.
They are each other’s witnesses, across time and rubble.
The Oath That Became a Lie
The world swore “Never Again” and then built museums, carved speeches, erected statues. But monuments without conscience are empty stones. Words without courage are lies.
Every child buried in Gaza makes those words hollower. Every silence from the West makes them more obscene. “Never Again” was not supposed to be a marketing slogan. It was supposed to be humanity’s line in the sand. In Gaza, that line is not only crossed—it is erased.
If “Never Again” does not mean never again for them, then it never meant anything at all.
“Never Again” was humanity’s promise. Gaza proves it was only humanity’s excuse.
Every house cat has secrets. Lucifer has an agenda.
When Michael rescued a shivering tuxedo kitten on a rainy night, he thought he’d found a companion. What he actually brought home was a charming apocalypse wrapped in fur. Behind the purrs and head-butts lurks a strategist, a tyrant-in-waiting, a would-be ruler of shadows.
From yarn spun into occult sigils to kibble maps of global conquest, Lucifer’s rise unfolds in a series of eerie, hilarious vignettes that blur the line between everyday cat antics and world domination. Michael, ever the devoted human, remains blind to the truth his living room has become the throne room of a would-be conqueror.
Hell in a Tuxedo is a gothic-satirical fable for adults who suspect their cats are plotting something more than naps. Darkly whimsical, slyly funny, and wickedly illustrated in prose, it’s a bedtime story for grown-ups who know the devil wears whiskers.
