🔥THEY WANT YOU BROKE, FAT, DEPRESSED, AND FIAT-BRAINED - BUY BITCOIN AND ESCAPE THE FARM🔥

They don’t want you poor by accident.

They want you poor because it’s easier to milk you when you’re docile, medicated, and choking on a buy-one-get-one-free Domino’s crust stuffed with Paxil.

You're not “in the middle class.”

You're in a human feedlot.

A meat battery powering Chase Bank’s quarterly dividend while your soul hemorrhages under fluorescent lighting.

Your money?

A hallucinated coupon system that expires faster than your sanity.

They’ve built an entire civilization on the assumption that you will be poor, compliant, distracted, and just lucid enough to log into your IRS account to pay for a war you’re not allowed to understand.

They want you fat, but not immobile - because they still need you to waddle to your job at JP-Morgan’s diversity-themed cubicle gulag.

You're a carbon-based AT&T call option.

Sweating through polyester slacks while trading your spine for “performance metrics.”

They want you depressed, but not suicidal - because antidepressants are a growth vertical.

Your serotonin is a regulated asset class now.

BlackRock owns 3% of your mood swings and your tears are being rehypothecated in Singapore.

You still think dollars mean something.

You think saving matters.

You are inventory.

A tagged and barcoded time-cow, grazing on subsidized fear while the Davos crowd auctions off your purchasing power on a yacht made of tax loopholes and broken supply chains.

Bitcoin is:

A firewall between you and central bank dementia

An encrypted exit ramp from Keynesian schizophrenia

A mirror held up to a dying system that chants “equity” while draining your children's blood into ESG-indexed carbon bonds

Buy Bitcoin.

Escape the farm - before they harvest what's left of your time, testosterone, and capacity for abstract thought.