Huylo

The Prolonged Euthanasia of Civilization

Universal suffrage is not some great triumph of humanism. It is the prolonged euthanasia of humanity, a voluntary renunciation of evolutionary selection in favor of the triumph of mediocrity.

The modern electorate is not a community of citizens but an amorphous biomass with the mentality of permanent adolescence. This collective subject makes decisions not with its neocortex but with its limbic system, reacting reflexively to the simplest stimuli: fear, hunger, and envy. Every few years, this pendulum makes its dead, cyclical swing from left to right. Both sides are merely different facades of the same degenerative populism, parasitizing the primitive instincts of a lumpenized majority.

The only way to break this vicious circle is total mental disinfection. The humanist delusion of universal equality must be discarded. The state is neither a charity nor a theater for satisfying the ambitions of charismatic psychopaths.

The state is a complex computational system, the management of which should be entrusted exclusively to functional nodes: dry, technically competent operators, constrained by the absolute mathematical expediency of ruthless KPIs and AI validation.

The Segregation Algorithm

The biological fact of birth cannot and should not serve as the basis for acquiring political agency. Civilization isolates minors from the control of dangerous objects, recognizing their cognitive immaturity. Yet when an individual physically reaches reproductive age but remains at the level of intellectual debility, the system obediently hands them the control panel of history. This is a systemic error leading inevitably to collapse.

This is not about physically eliminating an unfit element — disposal requires too many resources and is technologically inefficient. What is necessary is the complete deprivation of their right to design the future. The system must rely on a rigid, crippling filter of personal utility:

Intellectual filter: demonstrated capacity for systemic analysis, abstract thinking, and forecasting consequences.

Functional filter: a tangible, verifiable contribution to the technological, scientific, or economic framework of civilization.

This is cold, calculated segregation, dividing the population into ruling Spartans and voiceless helots. Yet it lacks the principal vice of the past — the hereditary nature of privilege. The social elevator is automated and absolute. There are no connections, castes, or estates. The doors are open to every genome: demonstrate your coefficient of utility, pass the mental filter — and the algorithm itself will lift you to the top. Fail or refuse — and remain an object of governance whose opinion the system ignores by definition.

Laboratory Smear: The Cognitive Virus

And yet, let us dissect this manifesto like an ordinary laboratory smear. The author of these lines, while modeling this dystopia, is instantly infected with the classic cognitive virus of Caesarism. I automatically evacuate myself into the caste of architects, magnanimously reserving for myself the right to decide who is a valuable asset and who is ballast. This is a basic neurobiological reaction: a microdose of illusory power over the text produces instant ego intoxication.

If a miserable collection of paragraphs can turn an ordinary person into a mental executioner, imagine the scale of brain necrosis that occurs on an actual throne. Absolute control is the perfect chemical poison, with a guaranteed outcome. Decades spent in artificial isolation at the top of the hierarchy turn any operator into a paranoid, degraded creature completely disconnected from objective reality.

Clinical Analysis of Despotism

We are observing this clinical case in real time. The biological object that has usurped power for a quarter of a century is a functioning monument to systemic decay. Perhaps in its initial stages its synapses were still generating complex geopolitical calculations, but the final result of its prolonged agony is the industrial disposal of human substrate — both foreign and domestic.

All of its pseudo-historical objectives have predictably degenerated into trivial survival reflexes: holding on to the chair, compensating for a wounded ego, and convulsively attempting to rape the historical process in order to force the chronicles to remember its greatness.

This subject is trapped in the logic of nineteenth-century continental empires. It is incapable of breathing the air of the information age. Its archaic strategies provoke nothing but a cynical smirk from the tamers of algorithms, while its cowardly, castrated entourage merely pours fuel onto the fire of its terminal hallucinations.

Historically, this element has already been eliminated. But if we discard the sentimental moralizing, the cynical conclusion looks different. The status of holder of the nuclear briefcase and the power to dispose of the lives of millions is not the worst possible ending for a tyrant. Against the backdrop of millions of ordinary people sinking into genetic grayness, this object burns brightly — but the smoke consists of sulfurous fumes from which it is suffocating itself.

The Silent Consensus of Vultures

Millions of bodies rotting in damp soil are neither a tragedy nor a historical injustice. **They are a fair, mathematically precise tax on the infantilism and stupidity of a population that voluntarily renounced its agency and delegated the right to think to one madman.** Their elimination is final and irreversible. Justice does not exist in nature — there are only the laws of thermodynamics and the meat grinder of a system deprived of feedback.

But the finale of this drama is devoid of cinematic grandeur. The most terrifying thing for such a ruler is neither an enemy tribunal nor the rebellion of a doomed crowd. The most terrifying thing is the absolute, vacuum-like silence of his own entourage. A true dictatorship does not die in an explosion. It ends in gilded corridors, where everyone understands everything but continues to smile ritualistically and nod obediently. It is the silent consensus of accomplices who stand in a semicircle around the fading throne and quietly wait for the laws of biology to finally eliminate this prolonged systemic malfunction.

At this point, the system closes into the classic historical loop once captured by old Soviet folklore. When Marshal Zhukov, leaving Stalin’s office, mutters through clenched teeth, “Well, what a mustached bastard,” and the informer Beria immediately runs to the leader with a report, the ending of the scene is predetermined. When Stalin asks, “Whom did you mean, Comrade Zhukov?”, Zhukov calmly replies, “Hitler, of course.” But the real, mortal sentence is delivered by the dictator’s next line, as he slowly turns to the informer: “And you, Comrade Beria, whom did you have in mind?”

The title of this article is the same test of systemic loyalty. And the most frightening thing for those in power is not that this text has been written. The most frightening thing is that, upon reading its title in the gilded corridors, everyone, without exception, immediately understands exactly whom it refers to.

Humanity is doomed to balance between two infernal entities: the tyranny of intelligent algorithms that will devour us for the sake of efficiency, and the chaos of a stupid majority that drowns civilization in populism. So far, nothing better than democracy has been invented — precisely because it legitimizes this eternal systemic malfunction.