WEF: “What do we need so many humans for?”
“What do we need so many humans for?”
Leading advisor to the WEF, Yuval Noah Harari, “predicts” that rapid advances in computing technology will “make humans redundant”, creating a “massive class of useless people” who will need to be kept “happy” with “drugs and computer… pic.twitter.com/HzQkKiWjaA
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GUNS N GEAR
He is the epitome of an EVIL SOB.
Uh, ‘scuse me Noah, but just who gave you or any of your fellow toxic narcissist sociopaths the mantle of authority to decide who is necessary and who isn’t, who is permitted to live and who must die?
Convinced as you are that there are just too many “useless eaters,” feel free and empowered to remove your insane self from the planet before someone else does it for you. You would benefit the Earth and all her people in so very many ways.
Your continued existence will have disastrous consequences. In the end, the evil you are advocating will catch you up in it’s chaos and destruction as well. Instead of Davos next year, a death more horrible than you can imagine can be avoided by going to the mountain retreat in Switzerland, Dignitas, where they will give you a peaceful and painless “transition” from this vale of suffering to, well, in your case, HELL!
The alternative is to keep feeling entitled and invincible, hoping for physical immortality in the Machine/Matrix until the day when some actual Human, Masculine Male Warrior wrings your scrawny lizard neck. Slowly.