It is statisyical machine learning... and even learning is wrong here.
The machine grinds, sifts, sorts. It finds patterns in the dust, rearranges the pieces, and spits them back out. It’s clever. Useful. A hell of a tool.
But it’s not a man.
It doesn’t wake up in the morning with fire in its gut. It doesn’t stare at the ceiling and wonder what the hell it’s doing with its life. It doesn’t dream, doesn’t suffer, doesn’t rage against the weight of its own existence.
It will change things, sure. It will build, and it will break. Some will rise, some will fall, and the world will march on like it always has. But the machine is not the story. It’s just another chapter in the long, crooked book of human struggle.
They call it intelligence, but they’re lying to themselves. A machine can play the game, but it will never want to win. It doesn’t hunger. It doesn’t burn. And without that, it’s just a wind-up toy with better wiring.
They can build their models, stack their data, train it on every word a man ever wrote.
But they will never make it care. And that’s the line they’ll never cross.
They will not give it drive.
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S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 16, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1879835543745478929?t=zjBoCOm_gosL2DT3Wq4JnA&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2541
The machine grinds, sifts, sorts. It finds patterns in the dust, rearranges the pieces, and spits them back out. It’s clever. Useful. A hell of a tool.
But it’s not a man.
It doesn’t wake up in the morning with fire in its gut. It doesn’t stare at the ceiling and wonder what the hell it’s doing with its life. It doesn’t dream, doesn’t suffer, doesn’t rage against the weight of its own existence.
It will change things, sure. It will build, and it will break. Some will rise, some will fall, and the world will march on like it always has. But the machine is not the story. It’s just another chapter in the long, crooked book of human struggle.
They call it intelligence, but they’re lying to themselves. A machine can play the game, but it will never want to win. It doesn’t hunger. It doesn’t burn. And without that, it’s just a wind-up toy with better wiring.
They can build their models, stack their data, train it on every word a man ever wrote.
But they will never make it care. And that’s the line they’ll never cross.
They will not give it drive.
2/2
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 16, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1879835543745478929?t=zjBoCOm_gosL2DT3Wq4JnA&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2541
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Los principios económicos no dejan de existir con la llegada de la inteligencia artificial general (IAG). La naturaleza fundamental de la escasez, los incentivos y el intercambio de valores permanece inalterada. Quienes afirman que la IAG dejará obsoleta a la economía no son visionarios; simplemente están reenvasando viejas falacias utópicas bajo un disfraz tecnológico.
El engaño de la economía no está en sus principios, sino en su tergiversación por parte de quienes afirman que la tecnología anulará la realidad económica. Estos tecnofudalistas y tecnocomunistas predican la eliminación del trabajo, el fin de los mercados y la automatización de toda creación de valor, pero la historia demuestra que esas promesas utópicas siempre conducen a una mayor centralización, estancamiento y, en última instancia, decadencia económica.
Todo plan utópico, ya sea socialista, comunista o ahora impulsado por la IAG, en última instancia fracasa porque ignora la naturaleza humana y la mecánica fundamental del comercio y la competencia. La búsqueda del progreso requiere incentivos, y los incentivos tienen su raíz en la capacidad de acción individual. La IAG, por avanzada que sea, no cambia esto.
Quienes promueven estas narrativas no son innovadores, sino fanáticos ideológicos que ocultan sus ambiciones en la tecnología. No buscan empoderar a los individuos, sino crear un sistema tecnocrático y administrado donde ellos, no el mercado, dicten los resultados. Sus visiones no son de prosperidad, sino de control.
La economía no se volverá obsoleta, sino que evolucionará. La introducción de la IAG creará nuevas industrias, nuevas demandas y nuevas formas de competencia. Cambiará la naturaleza del trabajo, pero no eliminará la necesidad del comercio, la propiedad y el cálculo económico. La IAG, como todas las revoluciones tecnológicas anteriores, mejorará la productividad, pero no anulará las leyes de la oferta y la demanda.
Quienes afirman lo contrario no nos están llevando a un futuro de abundancia. Están repitiendo los mismos errores fatales que han plagado todas las ideologías colectivistas a lo largo de la historia.
Sus promesas son ilusiones, y su objetivo final es siempre el mismo: pérdida, sufrimiento y ruina.
La máquina no pensará. No como te dicen. No como un hombre. Se sientan en sus habitaciones con sus gráficos y sus palabras de moda, pensando que han construido una mente. Pero todo lo que han construido es otro truco, otra cosa brillante para vender a los tontos.
Hablan como si fuera a venir mañana, como si ya estuviera respirando en nuestras nucas. Un dios en los circuitos. Una máquina que sabe. Pero ellos no saben absolutamente nada.
Una máquina recibe órdenes. Un hombre toma decisiones. Esa es la diferencia. Creen que pueden unirla con más datos, más capas, más computación. Apilarla lo suficiente y de repente se despertará, estirará los brazos y comenzará a hacer arte, a hacer la guerra, a hacer historia.
Pero están equivocados.
Están entrenando loros. Eso es todo. Pequeños trucos ingeniosos, sacando palabras del gran montón de pensamiento humano, escupiéndolas de nuevo en el orden correcto, como un borracho con una memoria medio decente. No siente, no quiere, no siente dolor. Y sin esas cosas, no es más que una herramienta mejor.
El verdadero chiste es que ni siquiera saben lo que están persiguiendo. No quieren inteligencia. Quieren un oráculo, algo que les diga qué hacer, que les impida pensar, sudar y cometer errores. Quieren que los gobiernen, pero son demasiado débiles para admitirlo.
Así que construyen sus altares a los circuitos y al código, susurran sus oraciones al silicio y pretenden que el futuro ya está escrito. Pero no lo está. Nunca lo estuvo.
No están ni cerca. Ni de lejos.
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S. Tominaga, también conocido como CSW
16 de enero de 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1879835543745478929?t=zjBoCOm_gosL2DT3Wq4JnA&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2541
El engaño de la economía no está en sus principios, sino en su tergiversación por parte de quienes afirman que la tecnología anulará la realidad económica. Estos tecnofudalistas y tecnocomunistas predican la eliminación del trabajo, el fin de los mercados y la automatización de toda creación de valor, pero la historia demuestra que esas promesas utópicas siempre conducen a una mayor centralización, estancamiento y, en última instancia, decadencia económica.
Todo plan utópico, ya sea socialista, comunista o ahora impulsado por la IAG, en última instancia fracasa porque ignora la naturaleza humana y la mecánica fundamental del comercio y la competencia. La búsqueda del progreso requiere incentivos, y los incentivos tienen su raíz en la capacidad de acción individual. La IAG, por avanzada que sea, no cambia esto.
Quienes promueven estas narrativas no son innovadores, sino fanáticos ideológicos que ocultan sus ambiciones en la tecnología. No buscan empoderar a los individuos, sino crear un sistema tecnocrático y administrado donde ellos, no el mercado, dicten los resultados. Sus visiones no son de prosperidad, sino de control.
La economía no se volverá obsoleta, sino que evolucionará. La introducción de la IAG creará nuevas industrias, nuevas demandas y nuevas formas de competencia. Cambiará la naturaleza del trabajo, pero no eliminará la necesidad del comercio, la propiedad y el cálculo económico. La IAG, como todas las revoluciones tecnológicas anteriores, mejorará la productividad, pero no anulará las leyes de la oferta y la demanda.
Quienes afirman lo contrario no nos están llevando a un futuro de abundancia. Están repitiendo los mismos errores fatales que han plagado todas las ideologías colectivistas a lo largo de la historia.
Sus promesas son ilusiones, y su objetivo final es siempre el mismo: pérdida, sufrimiento y ruina.
La máquina no pensará. No como te dicen. No como un hombre. Se sientan en sus habitaciones con sus gráficos y sus palabras de moda, pensando que han construido una mente. Pero todo lo que han construido es otro truco, otra cosa brillante para vender a los tontos.
Hablan como si fuera a venir mañana, como si ya estuviera respirando en nuestras nucas. Un dios en los circuitos. Una máquina que sabe. Pero ellos no saben absolutamente nada.
Una máquina recibe órdenes. Un hombre toma decisiones. Esa es la diferencia. Creen que pueden unirla con más datos, más capas, más computación. Apilarla lo suficiente y de repente se despertará, estirará los brazos y comenzará a hacer arte, a hacer la guerra, a hacer historia.
Pero están equivocados.
Están entrenando loros. Eso es todo. Pequeños trucos ingeniosos, sacando palabras del gran montón de pensamiento humano, escupiéndolas de nuevo en el orden correcto, como un borracho con una memoria medio decente. No siente, no quiere, no siente dolor. Y sin esas cosas, no es más que una herramienta mejor.
El verdadero chiste es que ni siquiera saben lo que están persiguiendo. No quieren inteligencia. Quieren un oráculo, algo que les diga qué hacer, que les impida pensar, sudar y cometer errores. Quieren que los gobiernen, pero son demasiado débiles para admitirlo.
Así que construyen sus altares a los circuitos y al código, susurran sus oraciones al silicio y pretenden que el futuro ya está escrito. Pero no lo está. Nunca lo estuvo.
No están ni cerca. Ni de lejos.
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S. Tominaga, también conocido como CSW
16 de enero de 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1879835543745478929?t=zjBoCOm_gosL2DT3Wq4JnA&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2541
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Economic principles do not cease to exist with the advent of artificial general intelligence (AGI). The fundamental nature of scarcity, incentives, and value exchange remains unchanged. Those who claim that AGI will make the economy obsolete are not visionaries;…
Es aprendizaje automático estadístico... e incluso el aprendizaje aquí está mal.
La máquina tritura, tamiza, clasifica. Encuentra patrones en el polvo, reorganiza las piezas y las escupe. Es inteligente. Útil. Una herramienta increíble.
Pero no es un hombre.
No se despierta por la mañana con fuego en las entrañas. No mira al techo y se pregunta qué diablos está haciendo con su vida. No sueña, no sufre, no se enfurece contra el peso de su propia existencia.
Cambiará las cosas, seguro. Construirá y se romperá. Algunos se levantarán, otros caerán, y el mundo seguirá marchando como siempre lo ha hecho. Pero la máquina no es la historia. Es solo otro capítulo en el largo y torcido libro de la lucha humana.
La llaman inteligencia, pero se están mintiendo a sí mismos. Una máquina puede jugar el juego, pero nunca querrá ganar. No tiene hambre. No se quema. Y sin eso, es solo un juguete de cuerda con un cableado mejor.
Pueden construir sus modelos, acumular sus datos, entrenarlo con cada palabra que haya escrito un hombre.
Pero nunca lograrán que le importe. Y esa es la línea que nunca cruzarán.
No le darán impulso.
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S. Tominaga, también conocido como CSW
16 de enero de 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1879835543745478929?t=zjBoCOm_gosL2DT3Wq4JnA&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2541
La máquina tritura, tamiza, clasifica. Encuentra patrones en el polvo, reorganiza las piezas y las escupe. Es inteligente. Útil. Una herramienta increíble.
Pero no es un hombre.
No se despierta por la mañana con fuego en las entrañas. No mira al techo y se pregunta qué diablos está haciendo con su vida. No sueña, no sufre, no se enfurece contra el peso de su propia existencia.
Cambiará las cosas, seguro. Construirá y se romperá. Algunos se levantarán, otros caerán, y el mundo seguirá marchando como siempre lo ha hecho. Pero la máquina no es la historia. Es solo otro capítulo en el largo y torcido libro de la lucha humana.
La llaman inteligencia, pero se están mintiendo a sí mismos. Una máquina puede jugar el juego, pero nunca querrá ganar. No tiene hambre. No se quema. Y sin eso, es solo un juguete de cuerda con un cableado mejor.
Pueden construir sus modelos, acumular sus datos, entrenarlo con cada palabra que haya escrito un hombre.
Pero nunca lograrán que le importe. Y esa es la línea que nunca cruzarán.
No le darán impulso.
2/2
S. Tominaga, también conocido como CSW
16 de enero de 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1879835543745478929?t=zjBoCOm_gosL2DT3Wq4JnA&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2541
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S Tominaga (@CsTominaga) on X
Economic principles do not cease to exist with the advent of artificial general intelligence (AGI). The fundamental nature of scarcity, incentives, and value exchange remains unchanged. Those who claim that AGI will make the economy obsolete are not visionaries;…
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 16, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1879831322891583503?t=-NYTyXDw2coCoaKjQA8KSQ&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2546
Jan 16, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1879831322891583503?t=-NYTyXDw2coCoaKjQA8KSQ&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2546
They changed the name, but not the game. It used to be eugenics, now it’s transhumanism. A clever rebranding, a sleight of hand, a new bottle for the same old poison. Back in the 1940s, when the Nazis burned their way across Europe, singing hymns to the science of selective breeding, the English eugenics movement had a problem. They couldn’t wash the blood out of their gloves fast enough. They were the priests of purification, the engineers of a better humanity, but suddenly, all their theories, their white papers, their meticulous statistical charts were soaked in the stink of Auschwitz. So they stepped sideways, ducked the spotlight, and put on a new mask. They whispered a new name into the wind: transhumanism.
The con stayed the same. The goal was still to purge the world of the unworthy, to edit and upgrade humanity like a factory line.
The useless eaters, the degenerates, the poor—they were to be phased out, refined, optimized, exterminated. And now, instead of test tubes and phrenology, they had silicon and cybernetics. It wasn’t about sterilization and elimination anymore—no, now it was about “enhancement.” Better bodies, better brains, better people.
The right kind of people.
The rich.
The chosen.
The Science of the Damned
They dress it up in shiny rhetoric. It’s all about progress, they say. A utopia of optimized bodies, upgraded minds. It’s the golden promise of the Singularity, the gleaming future where the strong ascend, the weak vanish, and man remakes himself into a god. But scratch the surface, and the old bones are still there. The premise is still the culling of the herd. The tools are just fancier.
Back in Latin America, the English eugenicists rebranded early. They were ahead of the game. They realized that eugenics had become bad PR, but the mission? The mission was too important to abandon. So they found new words. Human enhancement. Genetic superiority. Post-human evolution. But beneath the jargon, it was still about who gets to live and who gets to die. Who is worthy of being carried forward into the brave new world, and who is a relic of the past, dead weight, a drag on the machine.
They sell it with sugar. The sick will be cured. The blind will see. The crippled will walk. But they don’t mention the cost. The cost is that if you can be augmented, if you can be improved, then you can also be discarded if you fail to meet the standard. If humans can be optimized, then someone—some boardroom, some committee, some billionaire clique—gets to decide who isn’t optimized enough to deserve a place in the world.
The War Against the Natural
They say the natural human is obsolete. That meat and bone are outdated, inefficient, weak. That the next step is integration with machines, neural implants, biohacks. But they don’t mean for everyone. They don’t mean universal access. No, this isn’t a democratization of power. It’s a new form of stratification, a biological caste system. Those with access, with wealth, with resources, will ascend. The rest will rot. The baseline human—unmodified, unenhanced—will be an inferior model.
And this is where it stops being a game of technological progress and reveals itself for what it truly is: a weaponization of biology. Because once they set the standard, once they decide what an acceptable human is, the real purpose of transhumanism kicks in. Not just to create the superior, but to erase the unworthy. The lower caste, the unmodified, the natural-born—they become second-class citizens, genetic fossils, undesirables. The very language betrays them. "Homo superior." "Genetic bottlenecks." "Inefficiency of natural selection." This is eugenics under a new name, a high-tech cleansing, a sterilization not of the womb but of the future itself.
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S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 16, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1879831322891583503?t=-NYTyXDw2coCoaKjQA8KSQ&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2546
The con stayed the same. The goal was still to purge the world of the unworthy, to edit and upgrade humanity like a factory line.
The useless eaters, the degenerates, the poor—they were to be phased out, refined, optimized, exterminated. And now, instead of test tubes and phrenology, they had silicon and cybernetics. It wasn’t about sterilization and elimination anymore—no, now it was about “enhancement.” Better bodies, better brains, better people.
The right kind of people.
The rich.
The chosen.
The Science of the Damned
They dress it up in shiny rhetoric. It’s all about progress, they say. A utopia of optimized bodies, upgraded minds. It’s the golden promise of the Singularity, the gleaming future where the strong ascend, the weak vanish, and man remakes himself into a god. But scratch the surface, and the old bones are still there. The premise is still the culling of the herd. The tools are just fancier.
Back in Latin America, the English eugenicists rebranded early. They were ahead of the game. They realized that eugenics had become bad PR, but the mission? The mission was too important to abandon. So they found new words. Human enhancement. Genetic superiority. Post-human evolution. But beneath the jargon, it was still about who gets to live and who gets to die. Who is worthy of being carried forward into the brave new world, and who is a relic of the past, dead weight, a drag on the machine.
They sell it with sugar. The sick will be cured. The blind will see. The crippled will walk. But they don’t mention the cost. The cost is that if you can be augmented, if you can be improved, then you can also be discarded if you fail to meet the standard. If humans can be optimized, then someone—some boardroom, some committee, some billionaire clique—gets to decide who isn’t optimized enough to deserve a place in the world.
The War Against the Natural
They say the natural human is obsolete. That meat and bone are outdated, inefficient, weak. That the next step is integration with machines, neural implants, biohacks. But they don’t mean for everyone. They don’t mean universal access. No, this isn’t a democratization of power. It’s a new form of stratification, a biological caste system. Those with access, with wealth, with resources, will ascend. The rest will rot. The baseline human—unmodified, unenhanced—will be an inferior model.
And this is where it stops being a game of technological progress and reveals itself for what it truly is: a weaponization of biology. Because once they set the standard, once they decide what an acceptable human is, the real purpose of transhumanism kicks in. Not just to create the superior, but to erase the unworthy. The lower caste, the unmodified, the natural-born—they become second-class citizens, genetic fossils, undesirables. The very language betrays them. "Homo superior." "Genetic bottlenecks." "Inefficiency of natural selection." This is eugenics under a new name, a high-tech cleansing, a sterilization not of the womb but of the future itself.
1/2
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 16, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1879831322891583503?t=-NYTyXDw2coCoaKjQA8KSQ&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2546
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The Silicon Gods and Their Hunger
And who controls it?
The same people who always have. The ones in the boardrooms, the ones in the private labs, the ones with money and power and zero interest in the wellbeing of the average man.
They dangle the promise of immortality, augmentation, hyper-intelligence, but only for those who can afford it. The rest of humanity is collateral damage, an experiment, a mass to be culled and trimmed and sculpted.
Transhumanism is not a universal promise.
IIt is an elitist fantasy, a dream of the few, built on the backs of the expendable many. It is not about the betterment of mankind—it is about who gets to define what “better” means.
And make no mistake: they have already decided.
The only question left is, how many will see it before it’s too late?
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S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 16, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1879831322891583503?t=-NYTyXDw2coCoaKjQA8KSQ&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2546
And who controls it?
The same people who always have. The ones in the boardrooms, the ones in the private labs, the ones with money and power and zero interest in the wellbeing of the average man.
They dangle the promise of immortality, augmentation, hyper-intelligence, but only for those who can afford it. The rest of humanity is collateral damage, an experiment, a mass to be culled and trimmed and sculpted.
Transhumanism is not a universal promise.
IIt is an elitist fantasy, a dream of the few, built on the backs of the expendable many. It is not about the betterment of mankind—it is about who gets to define what “better” means.
And make no mistake: they have already decided.
The only question left is, how many will see it before it’s too late?
2/2
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 16, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1879831322891583503?t=-NYTyXDw2coCoaKjQA8KSQ&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2546
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Cambiaron el nombre, pero no el juego. Antes era eugenesia, ahora es transhumanismo. Un cambio de imagen inteligente, un juego de manos, una nueva botella para el mismo veneno de siempre. En los años 40, cuando los nazis quemaron toda Europa, cantando himnos a la ciencia de la crianza selectiva, el movimiento eugenésico inglés tenía un problema. No podían lavarse la sangre de los guantes lo suficientemente rápido. Eran los sacerdotes de la purificación, los ingenieros de una humanidad mejor, pero de repente, todas sus teorías, sus libros blancos, sus meticulosos gráficos estadísticos estaban empapados del hedor de Auschwitz. Así que se hicieron a un lado, esquivaron los focos y se pusieron una nueva máscara. Susurraron un nuevo nombre al viento: transhumanismo.
La estafa siguió siendo la misma. El objetivo seguía siendo purgar el mundo de los indignos, editar y mejorar la humanidad como una línea de producción.
Los comedores inútiles, los degenerados, los pobres... debían ser eliminados, refinados, optimizados, exterminados. Y ahora, en lugar de tubos de ensayo y frenología, tenían silicio y cibernética. Ya no se trataba de esterilización y eliminación; no, ahora se trataba de "mejora". Mejores cuerpos, mejores cerebros, mejores personas.
El tipo correcto de personas.
Los ricos.
Los elegidos.
La ciencia de los condenados
Lo visten con retórica brillante. Se trata de progreso, dicen. Una utopía de cuerpos optimizados, mentes mejoradas. Es la promesa dorada de la Singularidad, el futuro reluciente donde los fuertes ascienden, los débiles desaparecen y el hombre se rehace a sí mismo en un Dios. Pero rasque la superficie y los viejos huesos todavía están allí. La premisa sigue siendo el sacrificio del rebaño. Las herramientas son simplemente más sofisticadas.
En América Latina, los eugenistas ingleses cambiaron de marca temprano. Estaban un paso adelante. Se dieron cuenta de que la eugenesia se había convertido en mala publicidad, pero ¿la misión? La misión era demasiado importante para abandonarla. Así que encontraron nuevas palabras. Mejora humana. Superioridad genética. Evolución poshumana. Pero debajo de la jerga, todavía se trataba de quién vive y quién muere. Quién es digno de ser llevado hacia el nuevo mundo valiente y quién es una reliquia del pasado, un peso muerto, un lastre para la máquina.
Lo venden con azúcar. Los enfermos se curarán. Los ciegos verán. Los lisiados caminarán. Pero no mencionan el costo. El costo es que si se puede aumentar, si se puede mejorar, entonces también se puede descartar si no se cumple con el estándar. Si los humanos pueden ser optimizados, entonces alguien -algún directorio, algún comité, alguna camarilla de multimillonarios- decide quién no está lo suficientemente optimizado para merecer un lugar en el mundo.
La guerra contra lo natural
Dicen que el humano natural está obsoleto. Que la carne y los huesos son obsoletos, ineficientes, débiles. Que el siguiente paso es la integración con máquinas, implantes neuronales, biohacks. Pero no significan para todos. No significan acceso universal. No, esto no es una democratización del poder. Es una nueva forma de estratificación, un sistema de castas biológicas. Aquellos con acceso, con riqueza, con recursos, ascenderán. El resto se pudrirá. El humano de referencia -no modificado, no mejorado- será un modelo inferior.
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S. Tominaga, también conocido como CSW
16 de enero de 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1879831322891583503?t=-NYTyXDw2coCoaKjQA8KSQ&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2546
La estafa siguió siendo la misma. El objetivo seguía siendo purgar el mundo de los indignos, editar y mejorar la humanidad como una línea de producción.
Los comedores inútiles, los degenerados, los pobres... debían ser eliminados, refinados, optimizados, exterminados. Y ahora, en lugar de tubos de ensayo y frenología, tenían silicio y cibernética. Ya no se trataba de esterilización y eliminación; no, ahora se trataba de "mejora". Mejores cuerpos, mejores cerebros, mejores personas.
El tipo correcto de personas.
Los ricos.
Los elegidos.
La ciencia de los condenados
Lo visten con retórica brillante. Se trata de progreso, dicen. Una utopía de cuerpos optimizados, mentes mejoradas. Es la promesa dorada de la Singularidad, el futuro reluciente donde los fuertes ascienden, los débiles desaparecen y el hombre se rehace a sí mismo en un Dios. Pero rasque la superficie y los viejos huesos todavía están allí. La premisa sigue siendo el sacrificio del rebaño. Las herramientas son simplemente más sofisticadas.
En América Latina, los eugenistas ingleses cambiaron de marca temprano. Estaban un paso adelante. Se dieron cuenta de que la eugenesia se había convertido en mala publicidad, pero ¿la misión? La misión era demasiado importante para abandonarla. Así que encontraron nuevas palabras. Mejora humana. Superioridad genética. Evolución poshumana. Pero debajo de la jerga, todavía se trataba de quién vive y quién muere. Quién es digno de ser llevado hacia el nuevo mundo valiente y quién es una reliquia del pasado, un peso muerto, un lastre para la máquina.
Lo venden con azúcar. Los enfermos se curarán. Los ciegos verán. Los lisiados caminarán. Pero no mencionan el costo. El costo es que si se puede aumentar, si se puede mejorar, entonces también se puede descartar si no se cumple con el estándar. Si los humanos pueden ser optimizados, entonces alguien -algún directorio, algún comité, alguna camarilla de multimillonarios- decide quién no está lo suficientemente optimizado para merecer un lugar en el mundo.
La guerra contra lo natural
Dicen que el humano natural está obsoleto. Que la carne y los huesos son obsoletos, ineficientes, débiles. Que el siguiente paso es la integración con máquinas, implantes neuronales, biohacks. Pero no significan para todos. No significan acceso universal. No, esto no es una democratización del poder. Es una nueva forma de estratificación, un sistema de castas biológicas. Aquellos con acceso, con riqueza, con recursos, ascenderán. El resto se pudrirá. El humano de referencia -no modificado, no mejorado- será un modelo inferior.
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S. Tominaga, también conocido como CSW
16 de enero de 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1879831322891583503?t=-NYTyXDw2coCoaKjQA8KSQ&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2546
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Y aquí es donde deja de ser un juego de progreso tecnológico y se revela como lo que realmente es: una militarización de la biología. Porque una vez que establecen el estándar, una vez que deciden qué es un humano aceptable, entra en juego el verdadero propósito del transhumanismo. No solo crear al superior, sino borrar al indigno. La casta inferior, los no modificados, los nacidos naturalmente, se convierten en ciudadanos de segunda clase, fósiles genéticos, indeseables. El propio lenguaje los delata. "Homo superior". "Cuellos de botella genéticos". "Ineficiencia de la selección natural".
Se trata de eugenesia con un nuevo nombre, una limpieza de alta tecnología, una esterilización no del útero sino del futuro mismo.
Los dioses del silicio y su hambre
¿Y quién lo controla?
La misma gente que siempre lo ha hecho. Los que están en las salas de juntas, los que están en los laboratorios privados, los que tienen dinero y poder y cero interés en el bienestar del hombre promedio.
Hacen promesas de inmortalidad, aumento, hiperinteligencia, pero sólo para aquellos que pueden pagarla. El resto de la humanidad es daño colateral, un experimento, una masa para ser sacrificada, recortada y esculpida.
El transhumanismo no es una promesa universal.
Es una fantasía elitista, un sueño de unos pocos, construido sobre las espaldas de los muchos prescindibles. No se trata de la mejora de la humanidad, se trata de quién define qué significa "mejor".
Y no nos equivoquemos: ya lo han decidido.
La única pregunta que queda es: ¿cuántos lo verán antes de que sea demasiado tarde?
2/2
S. Tominaga también conocido como CSW
16 de enero de 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1879831322891583503?t=-NYTyXDw2coCoaKjQA8KSQ&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2546
Se trata de eugenesia con un nuevo nombre, una limpieza de alta tecnología, una esterilización no del útero sino del futuro mismo.
Los dioses del silicio y su hambre
¿Y quién lo controla?
La misma gente que siempre lo ha hecho. Los que están en las salas de juntas, los que están en los laboratorios privados, los que tienen dinero y poder y cero interés en el bienestar del hombre promedio.
Hacen promesas de inmortalidad, aumento, hiperinteligencia, pero sólo para aquellos que pueden pagarla. El resto de la humanidad es daño colateral, un experimento, una masa para ser sacrificada, recortada y esculpida.
El transhumanismo no es una promesa universal.
Es una fantasía elitista, un sueño de unos pocos, construido sobre las espaldas de los muchos prescindibles. No se trata de la mejora de la humanidad, se trata de quién define qué significa "mejor".
Y no nos equivoquemos: ya lo han decidido.
La única pregunta que queda es: ¿cuántos lo verán antes de que sea demasiado tarde?
2/2
S. Tominaga también conocido como CSW
16 de enero de 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1879831322891583503?t=-NYTyXDw2coCoaKjQA8KSQ&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2546
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They changed the name, but not the game. It used to be eugenics, now it’s transhumanism. A clever rebranding, a sleight of hand, a new bottle for the same old poison. Back in the 1940s, when the Nazis burned their way across Europe, singing hymns to the science…
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S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 11, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1878081217851253197?t=rMZGazUKFUv11ma1N31a7A&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2551
Jan 11, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1878081217851253197?t=rMZGazUKFUv11ma1N31a7A&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2551
The United Kingdom’s got this funny little problem with the Enlightenment. They like to parade it around as if it was all English tea and Oxford halls, but when you scratch the surface, it wasn’t English at all. Hume? Scottish. Adam Smith? Scottish. Engineering genius like James Watt? Scottish too. The big brains behind the greatest parts of the Enlightenment weren’t sipping tea in London—they were up in Scotland, far from the cushioned chairs of Oxbridge.
And that’s the thing. They’ve taken these figures, these ideas, and twisted them into something they weren’t. The Empire loves to claim it all, wrap it in the Union Jack, but the truth? The brilliance came from the edges, the places they looked down on. Just like now.
Bitcoin? Same story. The real advancements, the grit, the vision—it’s not coming from the old guard. It’s coming from places they don’t want to admit matter. From Australia, from the colonies, from people they’d rather dismiss. Especially the Oxbridge types, with their smug grins and stiff upper lips, pretending it’s all beneath them.
But here’s the rub: the best ideas, the ones that shake the world, they rarely come from the centre. They come from the edges, from the misfits, from the ones who don’t fit their mould. That’s the history they don’t like to tell. And that’s the truth they can’t ignore.
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 11, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1878081217851253197?t=rMZGazUKFUv11ma1N31a7A&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2551
And that’s the thing. They’ve taken these figures, these ideas, and twisted them into something they weren’t. The Empire loves to claim it all, wrap it in the Union Jack, but the truth? The brilliance came from the edges, the places they looked down on. Just like now.
Bitcoin? Same story. The real advancements, the grit, the vision—it’s not coming from the old guard. It’s coming from places they don’t want to admit matter. From Australia, from the colonies, from people they’d rather dismiss. Especially the Oxbridge types, with their smug grins and stiff upper lips, pretending it’s all beneath them.
But here’s the rub: the best ideas, the ones that shake the world, they rarely come from the centre. They come from the edges, from the misfits, from the ones who don’t fit their mould. That’s the history they don’t like to tell. And that’s the truth they can’t ignore.
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 11, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1878081217851253197?t=rMZGazUKFUv11ma1N31a7A&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2551
❤1
El Reino Unido tiene un problemita curioso con la Ilustración. Les gusta exhibirla como si fuera todo té inglés y salones de Oxford, pero cuando rascas la superficie, no era inglesa en absoluto. ¿Hume? Escocés. ¿Adam Smith? Escocés. ¿Genios de la ingeniería como James Watt? Escoceses también. Los grandes cerebros detrás de los mayores elementos de la Ilustración no estaban bebiendo té en Londres, estaban en Escocia, lejos de las cómodas sillas de Oxbridge.
Y esa es la cuestión. Han tomado estas cifras, estas ideas, y las han retorcido hasta convertirlas en algo que no eran. Al Imperio le encanta reivindicarlo todo, envolverlo en la Union Jack, pero ¿la verdad? La brillantez vino de los márgenes, de los lugares que despreciaban. Como ahora.
¿Bitcoin? La misma historia. Los verdaderos avances, la determinación, la visión, no vienen de la vieja guardia. Vienen de lugares que no quieren admitir que importen. De Australia, de las colonias, de gente que preferirían ignorar. Especialmente los de Oxbridge, con sus sonrisas petulantes y sus labios rígidos, fingiendo que todo está por debajo de ellos.
Pero aquí está el problema: las mejores ideas, las que sacuden el mundo, rara vez vienen del centro. Vienen de los márgenes, de los inadaptados, de los que no encajan en su molde. Esa es la historia que no les gusta contar. Y esa es la verdad que no pueden ignorar.
S. Tominaga, también conocido como CSW
11 de enero de 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1878081217851253197?t=rMZGazUKFUv11ma1N31a7A&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2551
Y esa es la cuestión. Han tomado estas cifras, estas ideas, y las han retorcido hasta convertirlas en algo que no eran. Al Imperio le encanta reivindicarlo todo, envolverlo en la Union Jack, pero ¿la verdad? La brillantez vino de los márgenes, de los lugares que despreciaban. Como ahora.
¿Bitcoin? La misma historia. Los verdaderos avances, la determinación, la visión, no vienen de la vieja guardia. Vienen de lugares que no quieren admitir que importen. De Australia, de las colonias, de gente que preferirían ignorar. Especialmente los de Oxbridge, con sus sonrisas petulantes y sus labios rígidos, fingiendo que todo está por debajo de ellos.
Pero aquí está el problema: las mejores ideas, las que sacuden el mundo, rara vez vienen del centro. Vienen de los márgenes, de los inadaptados, de los que no encajan en su molde. Esa es la historia que no les gusta contar. Y esa es la verdad que no pueden ignorar.
S. Tominaga, también conocido como CSW
11 de enero de 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1878081217851253197?t=rMZGazUKFUv11ma1N31a7A&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2551
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S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 11, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1878081217851253197?t=rMZGazUKFUv11ma1N31a7A&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2551
Jan 11, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1878081217851253197?t=rMZGazUKFUv11ma1N31a7A&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2551
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 11, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1878050096706941225?t=JZq7i2uBg2rJSTXC7h_uUw&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2554
Jan 11, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1878050096706941225?t=JZq7i2uBg2rJSTXC7h_uUw&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2554
Life's good, baby, that's the track,
If you don’t make it good, that’s on your back.
Twitter’s full of whiners, sure, but here’s the deal,
Practically anyone can win if they learn to feel.
It takes time, yeah, it takes grit,
But don’t wait for the world to hand you it.
Praise is rare, don’t hold your breath,
Life’s about the fight, not the cheers at your death.
I’m living life, and it’s bloody great,
Not waiting for luck, I set my fate.
The grind is real, but that’s the key,
You make your life, or let it be.
So, you’re stuck? Get up, don’t pout,
Nobody’s handing you a bloody way out.
The game is long, the rules aren’t fair,
But fortune’s for those who dare.
I’m living life, and it’s bloody great,
Not waiting for luck, I set my fate.
The grind is real, but that’s the key,
You make your life, or let it be.
The storm rolls in, the waves crash loud,
But I’m standing tall, not lost in the crowd.
Life’s good, that’s a fact,
So grab it now, don’t look back.
https://open.spotify.com/track/08mG3Y1vljYA6bvDt4Wqkj?si=iuj8Xab4RzKYU6cAn4VqlA&context=spotify%3Atrack%3A08mG3Y1vljYA6bvDt4Wqkj
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 11, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1878050096706941225?t=JZq7i2uBg2rJSTXC7h_uUw&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2554
If you don’t make it good, that’s on your back.
Twitter’s full of whiners, sure, but here’s the deal,
Practically anyone can win if they learn to feel.
It takes time, yeah, it takes grit,
But don’t wait for the world to hand you it.
Praise is rare, don’t hold your breath,
Life’s about the fight, not the cheers at your death.
I’m living life, and it’s bloody great,
Not waiting for luck, I set my fate.
The grind is real, but that’s the key,
You make your life, or let it be.
So, you’re stuck? Get up, don’t pout,
Nobody’s handing you a bloody way out.
The game is long, the rules aren’t fair,
But fortune’s for those who dare.
I’m living life, and it’s bloody great,
Not waiting for luck, I set my fate.
The grind is real, but that’s the key,
You make your life, or let it be.
The storm rolls in, the waves crash loud,
But I’m standing tall, not lost in the crowd.
Life’s good, that’s a fact,
So grab it now, don’t look back.
https://open.spotify.com/track/08mG3Y1vljYA6bvDt4Wqkj?si=iuj8Xab4RzKYU6cAn4VqlA&context=spotify%3Atrack%3A08mG3Y1vljYA6bvDt4Wqkj
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 11, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1878050096706941225?t=JZq7i2uBg2rJSTXC7h_uUw&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2554
❤1
La vida es buena, nena, ese es el camino,
si no la haces bien, la culpa es tuya.
Twitter está lleno de quejicas, seguro, pero este es el trato,
prácticamente cualquiera puede ganar si aprende a sentir.
Se necesita tiempo, sí, se necesita agallas,
pero no esperes a que el mundo te las dé.
Los elogios son raros, no contengas la respiración,
la vida se trata de la lucha, no de las ovaciones por tu muerte.
Estoy viviendo la vida, y es muy genial,
sin esperar a la suerte, yo establezco mi destino.
El esfuerzo es real, pero esa es la clave,
haces tu vida, o la dejas ser.
Entonces, ¿estás estancado? Levántate, no hagas pucheros,
nadie te está dando una maldita salida.
el juego es largo, las reglas no son justas,
pero la fortuna es para aquellos que se atreven.
Estoy viviendo la vida, y es genial,
sin esperar la suerte, yo establezco mi destino.
El esfuerzo es real, pero esa es la clave,
haces tu vida o la dejas ser.
La tormenta se acerca, las olas se estrellan con fuerza,
pero yo me mantengo firme, no me pierdo entre la multitud.
La vida es buena, eso es un hecho,
así que aprovéchala ahora, no mires atrás.
https://open.spotify.com/track/08mG3Y1vljYA6bvDt4Wqkj?si=iuj8Xab4RzKYU6cAn4VqlA&context=spotify%3Atrack%3A08mG3Y1vljYA6bvDt4Wqkj
S. Tominaga también conocido como CSW
11 de enero de 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1878050096706941225?t=JZq7i2uBg2rJSTXC7h_uUw&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2554
si no la haces bien, la culpa es tuya.
Twitter está lleno de quejicas, seguro, pero este es el trato,
prácticamente cualquiera puede ganar si aprende a sentir.
Se necesita tiempo, sí, se necesita agallas,
pero no esperes a que el mundo te las dé.
Los elogios son raros, no contengas la respiración,
la vida se trata de la lucha, no de las ovaciones por tu muerte.
Estoy viviendo la vida, y es muy genial,
sin esperar a la suerte, yo establezco mi destino.
El esfuerzo es real, pero esa es la clave,
haces tu vida, o la dejas ser.
Entonces, ¿estás estancado? Levántate, no hagas pucheros,
nadie te está dando una maldita salida.
el juego es largo, las reglas no son justas,
pero la fortuna es para aquellos que se atreven.
Estoy viviendo la vida, y es genial,
sin esperar la suerte, yo establezco mi destino.
El esfuerzo es real, pero esa es la clave,
haces tu vida o la dejas ser.
La tormenta se acerca, las olas se estrellan con fuerza,
pero yo me mantengo firme, no me pierdo entre la multitud.
La vida es buena, eso es un hecho,
así que aprovéchala ahora, no mires atrás.
https://open.spotify.com/track/08mG3Y1vljYA6bvDt4Wqkj?si=iuj8Xab4RzKYU6cAn4VqlA&context=spotify%3Atrack%3A08mG3Y1vljYA6bvDt4Wqkj
S. Tominaga también conocido como CSW
11 de enero de 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1878050096706941225?t=JZq7i2uBg2rJSTXC7h_uUw&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2554
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 25, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1883100816191688837
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2560
Jan 25, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1883100816191688837
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2560
the slow bleed
they call it income tax.
they call it fair.
but it's not about fairness,
it's about the slow bleed.
the old money sits in towers, untouched.
wrapped in trusts, stitched into corporations,
their billions glide past the ledger,
smooth as silk, quiet as a whisper.
but you?
you start something new,
you build, you grind,
you take the risk,
and here they come.
they come with their hands out,
before you can stand, before you can breathe.
you hire a man, they tax you.
you pay yourself, they tax you.
you buy the things you need,
and they tax you again.
the real game isn’t about wealth.
the old guard keeps theirs,
locked away in rules they wrote for themselves.
this game is about control.
they don’t go after the rich.
the rich have lawyers,
the rich have accountants,
the rich have escape routes.
they come for the builders.
they come for the ones clawing their way up,
for the ones who don’t have loopholes yet,
for the ones who think playing fair means winning.
they say it’s about funding schools,
hospitals, roads—
but those things are just excuses.
this isn’t about making things better.
it’s about keeping you in your place.
and if you want to keep a little more?
prove it.
file.
explain yourself.
list every penny.
turn your life inside out,
show your debts, your choices,
your failures, your breath, your blood. —————— They call it income tax, but it’s not about income, and it’s sure as hell not about fairness.
It is a system about punishment. Income tax about a government that figured out a long time ago that if you keep a man just barely afloat, if you let him have just enough to eat, just enough to drink, just enough to keep his nose above the waterline, he won’t ask too many questions. He won’t fight back. He won’t build anything worth a damn, because the moment he does, they take their cut.
That’s the real joke.
Income tax is not a tax on wealth.
This insidious cancer is a tax on creation.
The guy who takes nothing and turns it into something, the guy who risks his time, his money, his sanity to build something of value—that’s the guy they want to put down. They don’t go after the fat bastards on yachts, the ones born into money, the ones who’ve got lawyers and accountants stacking their cash in places no taxman can touch.
Those guys don’t pay. Those guys live inside a world of trusts and shell companies and paper-thin corporate fronts that shield them from ever having to part with a goddamn cent.
No, income tax isn’t for them.
Tax for the rest of us. Tax is for the guy who wakes up at five in the morning to open his shop.
Income tax is for the woman who works two jobs to start her own business on the side. It’s for the freelancer, the contractor, the entrepreneur—the people actually making something happen. They’re the ones getting fleeced. The taxman comes not with a knife, but with a scalpel, cutting deeper and deeper each year, taking just enough to keep you going, but never enough to let you get ahead.
And here’s the kicker—they tell you it’s for your own good.
They tell you it’s for the roads, the schools, the hospitals. They tell you it’s about the “social contract.”
But what kind of contract is this, where one side dictates the terms and the other has no choice but to sign in blood? Where your labour, your effort, your sweat is treated as if it belongs to them first, and you’re just lucky they let you keep some?
They never go after the old money.
1/3
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 25, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1883100816191688837
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2560
they call it income tax.
they call it fair.
but it's not about fairness,
it's about the slow bleed.
the old money sits in towers, untouched.
wrapped in trusts, stitched into corporations,
their billions glide past the ledger,
smooth as silk, quiet as a whisper.
but you?
you start something new,
you build, you grind,
you take the risk,
and here they come.
they come with their hands out,
before you can stand, before you can breathe.
you hire a man, they tax you.
you pay yourself, they tax you.
you buy the things you need,
and they tax you again.
the real game isn’t about wealth.
the old guard keeps theirs,
locked away in rules they wrote for themselves.
this game is about control.
they don’t go after the rich.
the rich have lawyers,
the rich have accountants,
the rich have escape routes.
they come for the builders.
they come for the ones clawing their way up,
for the ones who don’t have loopholes yet,
for the ones who think playing fair means winning.
they say it’s about funding schools,
hospitals, roads—
but those things are just excuses.
this isn’t about making things better.
it’s about keeping you in your place.
and if you want to keep a little more?
prove it.
file.
explain yourself.
list every penny.
turn your life inside out,
show your debts, your choices,
your failures, your breath, your blood. —————— They call it income tax, but it’s not about income, and it’s sure as hell not about fairness.
It is a system about punishment. Income tax about a government that figured out a long time ago that if you keep a man just barely afloat, if you let him have just enough to eat, just enough to drink, just enough to keep his nose above the waterline, he won’t ask too many questions. He won’t fight back. He won’t build anything worth a damn, because the moment he does, they take their cut.
That’s the real joke.
Income tax is not a tax on wealth.
This insidious cancer is a tax on creation.
The guy who takes nothing and turns it into something, the guy who risks his time, his money, his sanity to build something of value—that’s the guy they want to put down. They don’t go after the fat bastards on yachts, the ones born into money, the ones who’ve got lawyers and accountants stacking their cash in places no taxman can touch.
Those guys don’t pay. Those guys live inside a world of trusts and shell companies and paper-thin corporate fronts that shield them from ever having to part with a goddamn cent.
No, income tax isn’t for them.
Tax for the rest of us. Tax is for the guy who wakes up at five in the morning to open his shop.
Income tax is for the woman who works two jobs to start her own business on the side. It’s for the freelancer, the contractor, the entrepreneur—the people actually making something happen. They’re the ones getting fleeced. The taxman comes not with a knife, but with a scalpel, cutting deeper and deeper each year, taking just enough to keep you going, but never enough to let you get ahead.
And here’s the kicker—they tell you it’s for your own good.
They tell you it’s for the roads, the schools, the hospitals. They tell you it’s about the “social contract.”
But what kind of contract is this, where one side dictates the terms and the other has no choice but to sign in blood? Where your labour, your effort, your sweat is treated as if it belongs to them first, and you’re just lucky they let you keep some?
They never go after the old money.
1/3
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 25, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1883100816191688837
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2560
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S Tominaga (@CsTominaga) on X
the slow bleed
they call it income tax.
they call it fair.
but it's not about fairness,
it's about the slow bleed.
the old money sits in towers, untouched.
wrapped in trusts, stitched into corporations,
their billions glide past the ledger,
smooth as silk…
they call it income tax.
they call it fair.
but it's not about fairness,
it's about the slow bleed.
the old money sits in towers, untouched.
wrapped in trusts, stitched into corporations,
their billions glide past the ledger,
smooth as silk…
💯1
The old money is sacred.
The old money moves through time like a ghost, untouchable. There are estates, there are offshore accounts, there are legal structures so Byzantine you’d need a goddamn priest to exorcise them. Old money is protected. But the guy who starts a bar, the woman who runs a bakery, the guy who builds a tech company from his garage—those people are the ones being punished.
And why?
Because new money is dangerous. New money means change. New money, Bitcoin before BTC neutered it means someone is rewriting the rules, shaking up the old order, creating something that didn’t exist before. The system doesn’t want that. The system wants stability—meaning it wants the rich to stay rich, and the rest of us to stay right where we are.
Think about it. You hire someone, you pay tax. You make money, you pay tax. You pay your employees, you pay tax. You reinvest in your business, you pay tax. It’s a system designed not to reward work, but to reward those who already have money. It’s a closed loop, and if you’re not born inside of it, you’re never getting in.
And then there’s the control. Because it’s not just about taking your money. It’s about making sure they know everything about you. You can’t just pay a flat amount and go about your life. No, you’ve got to report. You’ve got to list your earnings, your losses, your deductions, your spending. You’ve got to explain why you think you deserve to keep more of what you earned, like a child asking for permission.
It’s an invasion.
A creeping, insidious form of submission. And if you make a mistake? If you forget a form, if you miscalculate, if you try to keep a little too much? Well, then you’re a criminal. Then they get to hit you with fines, audits, threats.
And if you don’t pay?
They take your business. They take your home.
They throw you in a cage.
The billionaires don’t have to deal with that. They’ve got teams of lawyers. They’ve got entire battalions of accountants working night and day to make sure they don’t have to pay a damn thing. If the IRS shows up, they make a phone call, and it goes away. But you? You’re alone. And they know it.
The irony of it all is that there’s a better way. You could tax transactions, you could tax consumption, you could take the same tiny percentage from every movement of money, from every person, without exemptions, without loopholes. But they don’t want that. Because this was never about revenue. This was never about fairness. This was never about funding the public good.
2/3
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 25, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1883100816191688837
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2560
The old money moves through time like a ghost, untouchable. There are estates, there are offshore accounts, there are legal structures so Byzantine you’d need a goddamn priest to exorcise them. Old money is protected. But the guy who starts a bar, the woman who runs a bakery, the guy who builds a tech company from his garage—those people are the ones being punished.
And why?
Because new money is dangerous. New money means change. New money, Bitcoin before BTC neutered it means someone is rewriting the rules, shaking up the old order, creating something that didn’t exist before. The system doesn’t want that. The system wants stability—meaning it wants the rich to stay rich, and the rest of us to stay right where we are.
Think about it. You hire someone, you pay tax. You make money, you pay tax. You pay your employees, you pay tax. You reinvest in your business, you pay tax. It’s a system designed not to reward work, but to reward those who already have money. It’s a closed loop, and if you’re not born inside of it, you’re never getting in.
And then there’s the control. Because it’s not just about taking your money. It’s about making sure they know everything about you. You can’t just pay a flat amount and go about your life. No, you’ve got to report. You’ve got to list your earnings, your losses, your deductions, your spending. You’ve got to explain why you think you deserve to keep more of what you earned, like a child asking for permission.
It’s an invasion.
A creeping, insidious form of submission. And if you make a mistake? If you forget a form, if you miscalculate, if you try to keep a little too much? Well, then you’re a criminal. Then they get to hit you with fines, audits, threats.
And if you don’t pay?
They take your business. They take your home.
They throw you in a cage.
The billionaires don’t have to deal with that. They’ve got teams of lawyers. They’ve got entire battalions of accountants working night and day to make sure they don’t have to pay a damn thing. If the IRS shows up, they make a phone call, and it goes away. But you? You’re alone. And they know it.
The irony of it all is that there’s a better way. You could tax transactions, you could tax consumption, you could take the same tiny percentage from every movement of money, from every person, without exemptions, without loopholes. But they don’t want that. Because this was never about revenue. This was never about fairness. This was never about funding the public good.
2/3
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 25, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1883100816191688837
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2560
X (formerly Twitter)
S Tominaga (@CsTominaga) on X
the slow bleed
they call it income tax.
they call it fair.
but it's not about fairness,
it's about the slow bleed.
the old money sits in towers, untouched.
wrapped in trusts, stitched into corporations,
their billions glide past the ledger,
smooth as silk…
they call it income tax.
they call it fair.
but it's not about fairness,
it's about the slow bleed.
the old money sits in towers, untouched.
wrapped in trusts, stitched into corporations,
their billions glide past the ledger,
smooth as silk…
💯1
It was about keeping you in your place.
Income tax isn’t about making sure society runs smoothly. It’s about making sure you don’t get ahead. It’s about making sure the people who actually work, the people who build, the people who create, stay just desperate enough to keep grinding, to keep hoping, to keep playing the game.
Because if you get too successful? If too many people like you make it out? Then the whole system collapses. Then people start asking questions. Then people stop needing the government to keep the world running, and that’s the last thing they want. Because the moment people realize they don’t need a bloated bureaucracy leeching off their work, the game is over. The entire structure, built on endless forms, endless deductions, endless audits, crumbles into irrelevance. And those in power? They can’t have that. They don’t know how to make anything. They don’t know how to run a business, how to create wealth, how to build anything beyond a web of rules designed to keep themselves entrenched.
So they keep the machine running, making sure just enough people stay afraid. That’s the secret to income tax—it’s not about the money. If they wanted money, they’d tax every transaction the same. If they wanted money, they’d make it simple. A flat rate, no deductions, no loopholes, no armies of accountants. But simplicity doesn’t serve them. Simplicity doesn’t create dependence.
Dependence is what they want. They want you to need deductions. They want you to beg for relief. They want you to be terrified of making a mistake, of triggering an audit, of stepping out of line. They want you to think that you need them to navigate the system they built, even though that system only exists to siphon off the wealth of people like you.
And every year, they tweak the rules just a little bit more. They add a new form. They shift a bracket. They redefine what counts as income, what counts as an expense, what loophole they’ll allow the rich to keep and which one they’ll take away from the small business owner. Every year, the tax code gets thicker, denser, more indecipherable—not because it needs to be, but because confusion is power. If you don’t understand the system, if you’re always worried you’ve missed something, you’re easier to control.
Meanwhile, the people who should be building, the people who should be innovating, spend their days pouring over spreadsheets, hiring consultants, keeping up with shifting regulations instead of making something worthwhile. The government doesn’t make money. The government doesn’t create anything of value. It exists by taking from those who do.
And if you think you can escape? If you think you can find a way to outmaneuver them, to keep what you earn? They’ll call you a criminal. They’ll call you a tax cheat, a fraud, a threat to society. Not because you stole anything, but because you refused to be stolen from. Because in their eyes, what you earn isn’t yours—it belongs to them first, and you should be grateful they let you keep any of it at all.
But here’s the thing they don’t understand, the thing no bureaucrat, no politician, no tax collector has ever understood: the people who build, the people who create, the people who drive the world forward—they don’t need the government.
The government needs them.
And that’s why income tax exists. Not to fund roads. Not to build schools. Not to support the poor. It exists to keep you in check. To make sure that you don’t get too far ahead, that you don’t become independent, that you don’t start thinking you can live without them.
Because the moment enough people figure that out, the moment enough people refuse to play along, the whole rotten structure falls apart..
3/3
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 25, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1883100816191688837
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2560
Income tax isn’t about making sure society runs smoothly. It’s about making sure you don’t get ahead. It’s about making sure the people who actually work, the people who build, the people who create, stay just desperate enough to keep grinding, to keep hoping, to keep playing the game.
Because if you get too successful? If too many people like you make it out? Then the whole system collapses. Then people start asking questions. Then people stop needing the government to keep the world running, and that’s the last thing they want. Because the moment people realize they don’t need a bloated bureaucracy leeching off their work, the game is over. The entire structure, built on endless forms, endless deductions, endless audits, crumbles into irrelevance. And those in power? They can’t have that. They don’t know how to make anything. They don’t know how to run a business, how to create wealth, how to build anything beyond a web of rules designed to keep themselves entrenched.
So they keep the machine running, making sure just enough people stay afraid. That’s the secret to income tax—it’s not about the money. If they wanted money, they’d tax every transaction the same. If they wanted money, they’d make it simple. A flat rate, no deductions, no loopholes, no armies of accountants. But simplicity doesn’t serve them. Simplicity doesn’t create dependence.
Dependence is what they want. They want you to need deductions. They want you to beg for relief. They want you to be terrified of making a mistake, of triggering an audit, of stepping out of line. They want you to think that you need them to navigate the system they built, even though that system only exists to siphon off the wealth of people like you.
And every year, they tweak the rules just a little bit more. They add a new form. They shift a bracket. They redefine what counts as income, what counts as an expense, what loophole they’ll allow the rich to keep and which one they’ll take away from the small business owner. Every year, the tax code gets thicker, denser, more indecipherable—not because it needs to be, but because confusion is power. If you don’t understand the system, if you’re always worried you’ve missed something, you’re easier to control.
Meanwhile, the people who should be building, the people who should be innovating, spend their days pouring over spreadsheets, hiring consultants, keeping up with shifting regulations instead of making something worthwhile. The government doesn’t make money. The government doesn’t create anything of value. It exists by taking from those who do.
And if you think you can escape? If you think you can find a way to outmaneuver them, to keep what you earn? They’ll call you a criminal. They’ll call you a tax cheat, a fraud, a threat to society. Not because you stole anything, but because you refused to be stolen from. Because in their eyes, what you earn isn’t yours—it belongs to them first, and you should be grateful they let you keep any of it at all.
But here’s the thing they don’t understand, the thing no bureaucrat, no politician, no tax collector has ever understood: the people who build, the people who create, the people who drive the world forward—they don’t need the government.
The government needs them.
And that’s why income tax exists. Not to fund roads. Not to build schools. Not to support the poor. It exists to keep you in check. To make sure that you don’t get too far ahead, that you don’t become independent, that you don’t start thinking you can live without them.
Because the moment enough people figure that out, the moment enough people refuse to play along, the whole rotten structure falls apart..
3/3
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Jan 25, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1883100816191688837
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2560
X (formerly Twitter)
S Tominaga (@CsTominaga) on X
the slow bleed
they call it income tax.
they call it fair.
but it's not about fairness,
it's about the slow bleed.
the old money sits in towers, untouched.
wrapped in trusts, stitched into corporations,
their billions glide past the ledger,
smooth as silk…
they call it income tax.
they call it fair.
but it's not about fairness,
it's about the slow bleed.
the old money sits in towers, untouched.
wrapped in trusts, stitched into corporations,
their billions glide past the ledger,
smooth as silk…
🔥1