Post Truth Injection

There is a psychopathic epidemic dressed in patriotism and profit, a radicalized choir of certainty singing hymns to the new orthodoxy.

We have made avatars for anger, crowned deception as king, and in the aftermath of truth, we call lies a matter of perspective.

This is a pandemic of mass delusion, curated by algorithms and baptized in tribal slogans. Malignant normality has metastasized into doctrine; to question it is heresy.

Ideology is no longer an idea, but an infection—

airborne and sticky, clinging to screens and skin, mutating in echo chambers.

Black and white has replaced nuance, and “us” must be defended, “them” must be erased. We are taught to love uniformity, to find salvation in symmetry, to praise the strongman who speaks without doubt, whose certainty kills gently.

Malignant dominance becomes the idol in the square.

This is not governance—it is theater. Entitlement walks with violence, each claiming righteousness.

Blame is always projected outward, never inward,

a mirror cracked by cynicism and lit by outrage.

We are addicted to the illusion of control, confusing rigidity with order and fear with clarity. The hero is no longer noble, but loud. Denial is the only path forward when truth becomes unbearable.

We are overloaded in an orgy of signals, drowning in noise. The boundaries between fear and fact have collapsed, and the new machine whispers: obey, conform, consume.