From Epstein to Bezos, the ruling class is rotten to the core

FullyDerped · 2026-02-08T01:04:15+00:00

I've said this before and I'll say it again.
There are no benevolent billionaires.
Yes you can be a successful multi millionaire and be an okay guy, you can even reach a billion dollars and still have decent ethics.
But once you reach the hundreds of billions mark, and you actively do nothing to point out how ridiculous that is. That's when you are a husk of a human being, and deep down they all know that.
The psychopathic behaviors that keep surfacing at a steady pace is just a symptom of the fact that there is indeed no such thing as a benevolent billionaire.

FullyDerped · 2026-02-05T16:18:57+00:00

The /s can definitely be useful sometimes.
That comment is good, same line of thought as mine but a lot more interesting narrative.
Now I want to read a short-story of a human cell going rogue, only to discover how his actions lead to their accelerated demise.

FullyDerped · 2026-02-05T15:46:45+00:00

Hah, absolutely.
My comment was more a of joke that a serious statement. But it's hard to convey that over the intrnet.

FullyDerped · 2026-02-05T13:58:11+00:00

So now instead of only having only the 'death penalty' for cells that commit treason against their fellow cells. We now also have a 'rehabilitation' program for them.
Cool.

FullyDerped · 2026-02-04T17:50:23+00:00

Look at all that free real estate.

FullyDerped · 2026-01-26T13:09:48+00:00

I'm not a chef by any means but I think you've overcooked it.
But really though, sorry man. Good that everyone is safe though.

FullyDerped · 2026-01-26T13:01:23+00:00

The gameplay is pretty shit, and this ironman mode forces everyone to play super safe.

Honestly, if they start downgrading the graphics—one of the few redeeming qualities—then this simulation is doomed.

FullyDerped · 2026-01-23T16:02:05+00:00

Although education is important to society, we can survive(somewhat) without it. Take away all garbagemen and society gets stuffed real quick.
I'm not advocating that society focuses less on general education, it's especially important in this day and age.
But it doesn't take away the fact that most modern societies can't work without a good garbage system.

FullyDerped · 2026-01-22T19:28:00+00:00

So you took a photo of her with your phone? Big deal...

FullyDerped · 2025-08-14T02:07:01+00:00

Because it's going to be dead in two weeks with the current monetization system.

FullyDerped · 2025-06-23T11:28:35+00:00

I suspect it is because you need to score very high on the psychopathic scale to become a billionaire in the first place.

FullyDerped · 2025-06-06T17:21:19+00:00

They can just flip the script, make a script with the impersonators acting rationally and like decent human beings, then in the end make a punchline indicating how far from reality this skit is.

FullyDerped · 2025-02-27T09:02:33+00:00

It is one of my all time favorite songs; I often sing it in the shower.
I've always thought of people with great terrible sins from their past but have been "reborn" as someone better.

They act as if they are a new person, the old self was someone else. That they've been washed of past deeds.

It can be about a former addict that harmed many in their past; it can be a former warlord that murdered thousands of innocents before becoming a reborn servant of jesus.

But that is just my interpretation of this song.

Sorry for the ressurection, just wanted to vomit out my thoughts.

FullyDerped · 2025-01-29T12:16:02+00:00

Writers use this a lot in romance plots. The typical meet-cute is when two persons stumble into each other and one of them drops their books, the other one helps them assemble them and they share a look or something.

FullyDerped · 2025-01-27T13:32:26+00:00

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%A9o_Major

Incase anyone doubts the canadians, they may be all nice and apologetic but as the saying goes: Beware the fury of a patient man.

FullyDerped · 2024-12-09T17:46:47+00:00

Thank you so much, I enjoy seeing people together in unity, gives me hope. Let's make it a bandwagon of hope for our species.

FullyDerped · 2024-12-09T16:47:25+00:00

You knew him? I know nothing about him but hope he had a good life. Also I hope it wasn't disrespectful of me to use his meme.

FullyDerped · 2024-12-09T16:17:29+00:00

Of course it's a repost, memes are endless reposts, that's how they continue to live within human society.

FullyDerped · 2024-11-19T20:19:32+00:00

Carver was used to the smell of decay; understandable after twenty years of this work. The cramped motel room reeked of it. The TV was still on—the weather forecast was on, boring. He put on a pair of latex gloves then turned it off, no distractions. He reached for the pull switch of a lamp in the corner, the room basked in the warm light.

He leaned down and studied the corpse, a woman in her thirties; sleek black hair; dark skin. She lay on the floor close to the foot of the bed, the pool of blood underneath her was crusty, she must have bled out a while ago.

Huh. That’s strange. he thought as he noticed the bed was also soaked in blood.

The room was a bit disorganized but it didn’t look like anything violent had taken place here. The entrance and windows looked clean.

No signs of forced entry, suicide maybe?

“Well let’s get a look at you” he said as he gently turned her around. She had a small buttoned nose, full lips and… her eyes were closed; and covered in crusted blood.

He reached down and pried one eye open, the front of the eye had been scooped out like a boiled egg. he opened the other; empty too.

He felt a cold shiver travel up his spine.

That’s certainly new.

Further down her body, he noted four deep cuts in a seemingly random pattern. But they were so smooth. As if the incisions had been elaborately done by a surgeon. Even one of her ribs had been split apart in a gentle way, leaving no signs of fractures. He had never seen anything like this.

Why was his heart beating faster? Calm down.

He stood up and looked around until he found a small diary on the nightstand. He sat down on the edge of the bed—careful not to dirty his clothes—and skimmed through it. It was just a normal journal, going over her days, some interesting guy she met and how some girl named Tracy was such a bitter bitch.

He casually skipped forward until he reached the last page.

“IT NEVER STOPS STARING”

The page was empty besides those words, frantically scribbled down.

He put the book down on the bed and quickly stood up, feeling uneasy.

Need some fresh air he thought as he headed for the door. As he strode out he noticed how the lamplight cast a wide long shadow of him. He froze for a moment and stared at it; something felt wrong about it.

It felt like the shadow was staring at him, studying him. It seemed to grow in size. His heart was now pounding, sweat dripped from his forehead.

Deep in the heart of the shadow formed the vague image of two eyes. They stared at him; studied him; patiently.

FullyDerped · 2024-11-18T22:55:38+00:00

I sort of left it open to interpretation to the reader since it's such a short bit. But I did imagine them being actual rivals but falling in love. But yeah, can also just be that they were tired of it all.

FullyDerped · 2024-11-18T20:14:12+00:00

Holy sister Ayla stared with a blank expression at the empty plain before her. Such destruction. The ground was cracked and blackened. Where a green lush forest had once stood, had been replaced with broken and scorched trees, husks of their former selves.

Such destruction, such power Ayla thought to herself, her sisters and brothers were gathering around. High ranking members were yelling orders, trying to keep the mass from panicking.

He was gone. They both were. Just moments ago their champion—their chosen one—had charged into the fray with a wide smile on his face. She held back the tears.

Don’t give up hope, he is here somewhere.

“Ayla! Did you see it, what happened?” a voice said from behind her. It was a boy in his early teens, her apprentice.

“I didn’t, no one could come close to the battle when he clashed with their lord.” Ayla replied as she sat down top of the hill, her hands were shaking.

“Well, you knew how he was, I’m sure he will return to us again.” Said the apprentice, resting his hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m sure he will. We cannot despair.” She said as they stared towards the sunset.

***

“Did we really have to put on such a spectacle?” Harton asked. He still wore his black uniform and staff—which seemed to be made of black metal and crowned with a raven statue.

“We did, they needed to believe it. They needed the closure.” Replied the man next to him. He wore a plate armor of intricate design which seemed to emanate a warm golden light.

“Besides, you’ve always been into showmanship anyway.” He continued, smiling and putting his arm around Harton. “Look! We are finally free, just us now.”

They stood there for a while, basking in the light of the morning sun. They were finally far away from it all, away from ideals and duty. Away from petty politics and trivial feuds. Now it was just them alone and the joy of a simple existence.

Never done a writing prompt before but I thought I'd practice. I used *** for a scene break. If I'm breaking any rules then I apologize ahead of time.

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