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Here’s the brutally honest truth you won’t hear at any real TED Talk. A savage monologue written by Elmer Hall, about the banks, politics, social media, AI, climate, and the slow-motion apocalypse we’re all starring in. If you want hope, this ain’t it — but if you want raw, unfiltered reality served with a side of dark humor, you’re in the right place.

Written by a human. Delivered by AI. Enjoy the roast.

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Alright, buckle the hell up and grab something strong, because this shit’s not a slow burn — it’s a goddamn dumpster fire with napalm and no fire department in sight. The world’s not just falling apart; it’s puking up its own intestines while the audience claps like it’s a damn show. And you? You’re front row, eating popcorn, pretending you don’t see the mess.

Let’s start with the banks. They’re not failing — they’re feasting. Feasting on your misery like wolves in Armani suits. The Federal Reserve prints money like it’s monopoly cash handed out at a kid’s birthday party. Meanwhile, inflation chews through your paycheck like a rabid rat on a cheese wheel. Rent’s so high your landlord’s laughing all the way to the yacht club, buying condos in Dubai and probably a new goddamn island while you’re wondering if you can make ramen noodles for dinner three days in a row again.

Social media? It’s a toxic sludge pit of rage and manipulation. Algorithms don’t want you happy or informed — they want you furious, outraged, frothing at the mouth enough to click, comment, share, and then spiral deeper. Your feed is a nonstop parade of outrage, fake news, and performative virtue signaling. Empathy’s dead, compassion’s ghosted us, and humanity’s been unsubscribed by the people who programmed your phone to enslave you.

Politics? A shitshow that’s less governance and more screaming toddlers on speed. Congress isn’t leading; it’s a gladiator arena where the only rule is who yells the loudest and lies the best. They’re busy canceling each other, gaslighting the public, and getting caught eating cake while the country starves. You’re not watching politics anymore — you’re trapped in a live stream of a dumpster fire in slow motion, and your popcorn’s soggy from tears and frustration.

Climate change? Mother Earth’s had it. Wildfires, hurricanes, floods — the planet’s slapping us around and laughing as we squabble over reusable straws. Fossil fuel execs? They’re jetting around the globe, buying private islands and throwing climate summits that are just expensive cocktail parties for the rich. The Earth’s burning, the ice is melting, and they’re selling sunscreen like it’s the cure for cancer.

Wellness culture? That’s the biggest scam yet. Meditation apps owned by the same corporate overlords who sell you fast food and antidepressants. Buy peace of mind while drowning in debt. “Manifest abundance!” they chant, while your student loans tighten like a noose around your neck. If manifesting paid bills, we’d all be billionaires by now — but nope, just broke, stressed, and buying crystals on Amazon.

AI? Oh, it’s not just coming for your job — it’s coming for your mind, your identity, your reality. Deepfakes, fake news, bots that pretend to be your friends. We live in a world where truth is optional, and bullshit is the only currency that actually counts. And you? You’re feeding it — your data, your memes, your every dumbass thought — like you’re handing the arsonist the matches.

And the survivalists? The preppers? Stockpiling beans, gold bars, and guns like that’s gonna save you when the grid goes dark and the drones start patrolling. Your squirrel jerky won’t stop rising seas, collapsing infrastructure, or an AI overlord deciding your face looks like a glitch in the system. You’re just better-fed roadkill, that’s all.

But hey, we had a good run. Fire, wheels, internet, cat videos. Now? The curtain’s closing, and the spotlight’s on a circus that’s lost the plot. What’s left is survival — cold, brutal, relentless survival. Laugh at the madness. Mock the chaos. Outlast the fools who thought denial was a plan.

Because if you can’t laugh at the end of the world, you’re just crying alone in the dark.