Description: From quantum mechanics to cryptocurrency, we're just cosmic copycats stumbling upon the instruction manual dropped by previous tenants. We launch robots to Mars while still arguing about pineapple on pizza, strutting around like we invented consciousness when we're just the latest production of "Humans: The Musical"—now with more existential dread and better special effects.

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Maximum spice for exposing humanity's collective delusion of originality! We're not pioneers—we're intellectual dumpster divers finding grandma's soup can recipe and calling it innovation. Those UFOs? Just cosmic TAs checking if we've completely fucked up the experiment. "Oh look, they've discovered nuclear fission. How cute. Let's put that in their permanent record right next to 'still thinks reality TV is real.'" The ultimate gut punch isn't just that we're unoriginal—it's that we're too arrogant to see that we're running in the same hamster wheel as countless civilizations before us.

Description: When doctors, engineers and tech experts are all panic-buying bunkers and learning subsistence farming, maybe it's time to put down the phone and pay attention. A savage takedown of how society's brightest minds are collectively losing their shit while the rest of us scroll through cat videos.

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Maximum heat because we're watching Harvard's finest collectively shit themselves while color-coding their anxiety in spreadsheets. Not your typical bunker-bros—these are PhDs stockpiling heirloom seeds and learning to make penicillin from bread mold while their Tesla stock implodes. When the smartest people are panic-buying farmland faster than toilet paper in 2020, maybe the apocalypse has better credentials than we thought.

Description: From TSA agents fondling water bottles like nuclear devices to border agents acting like Jack Bauer on a power trip, airport security has become democracy's most theatrical production. Watch as middle-aged accountants get freedom-frisked while the system misses 95% of actual threats and you strip naked in public wondering when your dignity departed—somewhere between removing your belt and declaring you have no fruit aboard.

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This rant incinerates because we're all silently enduring this ritual humiliation while pretending it's normal. We're collectively playing security kabuki—removing shoes, assuming positions, getting virtually strip-searched—like obedient livestock. Meanwhile, actual tests show TSA misses 95% of threats, making them as effective as a screen door on a submarine or your ex's promises of fidelity. The real joke? We're all just politely participating in government-sponsored groping sessions that would get anyone else arrested, showing how thoroughly we've normalized absurdity in the name of feeling safe.