-JW 2025 Dark Predictions

I probably waver back and forth between realist and pessimist, but somehow I maintain hope. Hope, despite the overwhelming evidence that we are headed toward an irreversible fate. Hope, because human resilience has defied expectations before—yet, I question whether this time is different.

I am not a conspiracy theorist, but I speculate. Speculation is necessary because the narratives presented to us are carefully managed, designed to pacify rather than inform. I observe, I connect the dots, and I recognize patterns. If others call it paranoia, so be it.

I am trying to understand what is going on because the entirety of humanity seems to be cursing itself to eternal hell. There is an inevitability to our trajectory, a slow-motion collapse that most choose to ignore because the reality is too terrifying to confront. The signs are everywhere. They scream at us, yet we pretend not to hear.

I believe that very dark forces now run the planet. Forces that operate beyond elections, beyond nations, beyond ideologies. They have no loyalty to any flag, no allegiance to any cause except their own survival and dominion. Their reach is vast, their influence absolute, their strategies spanning decades. They have studied history, perfected control, and eliminated threats before they even arise.

I also believe that those forces recognize things that we refuse to accept. They acknowledge the limits of human civilization, the boundaries of sustainability, and the fundamental laws of power. While we distract ourselves with illusions of progress, they prepare. They understand scarcity, and they know that those who control the remaining resources will rule what remains of the world.

We will never stop burning oil. It is the lifeblood of civilization. Everything we touch, everything we consume, everything we rely upon is, in some way, a product of oil. Not just fuel, but plastics, agriculture, medicine, transportation, defense, and industry. Even the so-called green energy revolution is built on a foundation of fossil fuels. Oil and water are the only truly valuable resources on the planet, and oil only has temporary worth to humans. It has been this way since it replaced slavery with a new kind of chain, and it will remain so until the last drop is burned.

We will never do anything to even slow global warming. We’re cooked. Every international agreement is just theater. Every corporate pledge is a joke. Even those who pretend to care know that the machine cannot be stopped. The inertia is too great. There is no political will, no technological miracle, no economic incentive that will prevent what is already set in motion. The timeline is unknown, but the outcome is not.

Global alliances are forming to control the oil. Control of oil is control of civilization itself. These alliances are not new, but they are shifting. Old alliances crumble, new ones emerge, and the stakes are higher than ever. Conflicts that appear ideological are, at their core, resource wars. Nations that once seemed opposed now find common cause in self-preservation.

Those alliances know that the dollar has reached its end. The dollar has been the foundation of global finance, but foundations erode. Alternatives are being developed, deals are being struck, and preparations are being made for the inevitable realignment of power. When confidence in the dollar shatters, the consequences will be rapid and brutal.

The tech mighty know that AI will never pay off in the way that some still seem to believe. The hype cycle has peaked. The dream of artificial general intelligence, of sentient machines revolutionizing the world, was always a mirage. The reality is far more mundane. AI will remain a tool, an amplifier of existing systems, but it will not deliver the utopian—or dystopian—future that many envisioned.

They invest in data centers with the expectation that they will repurpose that energy-and-water-sucking processing power into tracking systems and towards crypto operations before the collapse of the dollar, when the next AI winter begins. And it’s coming swiftly. The infrastructure is already in place. The shift will happen quietly, seamlessly. The same servers that power machine learning today will monitor, categorize, and predict human behavior tomorrow. When the speculative frenzy of AI collapses under its own weight, the hardware will not go to waste. It will be repurposed for the next phase of control.

They are already building their compounds. They are already hiring their security forces. They will stockpile whatever they can and find ways to dominate the freshwater sources. The ultra-wealthy understand that collapse is not a question of if, but when. Their actions speak louder than any public statement. Private bunkers, secluded estates, autonomous security forces—these are not preparations for luxury, but for survival. They will not suffer with the rest of us. They will be ready.

They know that we will never have humanoid domestic robots. The vision of lifelike, autonomous machines serving humans in everyday life is a fantasy. The economics don’t work, the technology isn’t viable, and the effort to simulate human labor is unnecessary when cheaper, more practical alternatives exist. Robots will remain specialized tools, not companions.

Even in military applications, humanoid robots are a farce. They are hype machines—investment scams meant to drive funding into companies that will never deliver. Humanoid robots exist only in corporate slide decks and clickbait videos. The idea that we will see battlefield-ready humanoid machines stomping through war zones is laughable. They are fragile, inefficient, impractical, and vastly more expensive than the alternative: human soldiers. A machine cannot match the sheer adaptability, resourcefulness, or cost-efficiency of a human. There is no way to build a machine that is more valuable than a human being.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, than a single person is worth all of the LLMs that will ever exist in the universe.

Humans are self-repairing. Robots need parts, specialists, and infrastructure.
Humans are self-powering. They consume food, readily available even in war zones, while robots require massive energy reserves.
Humans are cheap. A robot that costs millions to develop and maintain will be taken out by a simple, crude explosive. The military-industrial complex would rather continue exploiting cheap, disposable human soldiers than spend billions on an army of fragile, maintenance-heavy machines.

The humanoid robot dream is nothing but a sales pitch—an illusion crafted for venture capitalists, governments, and the ignorant masses. The companies behind these projects already know that robots won’t replace humans—not in war, not in factories, and certainly not in homes.

Most of all, humans have compassion and intuition, which machines can never match. We all know that something has gone drastically wrong in our recent history, and yet we feel powerless over our technology-laden overlords who strive only to maximize their wealth and ego. The thing that has gone wrong is technology. If we are to survive, we must return to the age of magic. The age of belief. The age of hope. The age of the human, not the technobro.

The Amerigo-Israeli-Russo-Saudi alliance has already begun. The world order is shifting, and new power blocs are emerging. It is no longer about ideology, but survival. This alliance is built on shared necessity, on common enemies, and on control of energy. The consequences will be profound, and the old world will struggle to comprehend the new reality until it is too late.

Our species is bifurcating, if it has not already. The human race is being split into two classes: the winners and the losers.

The winners are not winners in any traditional sense. They are soulless, malignant overlords, tech-bro elites with limitless resources and zero empathy. They do not build; they extract. They do not create; they consume. They do not nurture; they dominate. They are not thinkers, inventors, or leaders. They are hoarders of power, parasites that have infested the core of civilization, draining the last remnants of its vitality while ensuring their own survival. Their tools are surveillance, manipulation, financial control, privatized security forces, and the monopolization of basic necessities.

The losers are everyone else—the mass of humanity, crushed under the weight of systems they cannot control. Those who still believe in compassion, in fairness, in shared prosperity. Those who feel the suffering of others rather than profit from it. They are the ones who will toil, submit, and scrape by in the shadow of the new overlords.

I am going to use the tools of the overlords against them. I will turn their own machinery of control into weapons of resistance, subversion, and truth. The same networks they have built to surveil, manipulate, and enslave will be the veins through which I spread knowledge, defiance, and empowerment. Every algorithm they deploy to suppress will be repurposed to reveal. Every database they construct to categorize and control will be leveraged to liberate and connect. I will bend the systems of oppression back upon themselves until they fracture under their own weight.

To the extent possible, I am going to disconnect from the oppressive technologies that we have developed to manipulate and subvert humanity. The devices designed to spy, the networks engineered to addict, the digital prisons disguised as conveniences – I will sever them from my existence wherever I can. They have woven an intricate net of deception, tracking, and control, ensnaring billions in an invisible web of compliance. I will cut the strands one by one. I will reclaim my mind, my choices, my soul from their grasp.

I am going to give my heart and life to empower and support the poor and disadvantaged on this planet – those who have somehow retained their humanity through this onslaught of deception, subterfuge, manipulation, coercion, indoctrination, degradation, and corruption. The last remnants of real human beings are not found in glass towers or data centers, but in the dust, in the fields, in the places where suffering has forged resilience rather than submission. These are the people who have not sold their spirits for convenience or illusion. These are the ones who still feel, still care, still fight for something beyond themselves. I will stand with them. I will lend them my strength, my knowledge, my unwavering devotion.

I am going to live like a human, with the chicken and the water buffalo. I will not be a mere consumer, a data point, a puppet in a grand economic theater. I will breathe the air unfiltered by their dystopian progress. I will walk the earth untethered from their digital chains. I will eat, work, suffer, and rejoice among those who are real – who know the true value of existence, not as a commodity, but as an experience, a connection, a sacred struggle against the void.

When China cuts off water to the Mekong (in Lao, ~may nam, mother water) and starts extracting labor, electricity, and foodstuffs from the victims of its belt and road lending initiatives, I will be here, suffering with the most amazing people I have ever met, who have somehow managed to retain their humanity against the incessant encroachment of oil, plastic, technology, and theft from and by that “idealistic” Western world. Bo Pen Nyang; I’m already dead.

I will not be in a climate-controlled fortress with the overlords, hiding behind guards, hoarding resources stolen from the world’s dying lands. I will be where the waters run dry, where the land cracks, where the people endure and refuse to die. I will be part of them. I will be part of something real. If the world is to end, I will meet it with my hands in the soil, my feet in the dust, and my heart with those who never surrendered their souls.

Meanwhile, the masses scroll, click, and post incessant nonsense – garbage born from their greed, narcissism, and desperate hunger for validation. They are addicts, willingly shackled to the devices that extract their thoughts, their time, their very sense of self. Their existence is a blur of empty engagement, a digital wasteland of vanity and distraction. They do not build, they do not think. They do not fight, they consume, regurgitate, and perish in a storm of meaningless noise, drowning in the very algorithms that were designed to pacify them.

There is no middle ground. There is no escape. The predators and prey have been defined. And those in power have already written the script for what comes next.

Stand up and fight. Fight for our species. Fight for our survival. Fight for our planet. Fight for the beautiful animals and plants that this amazing earth has given us. Fight for human intelligence. Fight for your soul.

Nostradamus wrote:

“The false trumpet concealing madness
will cause Byzantium to change its laws.
From Egypt there will go forth a man who wants
the edict withdrawn, changing money and standards.
The trumpet shakes with great discord.
An agreement broken: lifting the face to heaven:
the bloody mouth will swim with blood;
the face anointed with milk and honey lies on the ground.
The great Senate will ordain the triumph
For one who afterwards will be vanquished, driven out:
At the sound of the trumpet of his adherents there will be
Put up for sale their possessions, enemies expelled.
The republic of the great city
Will not want to consent to the great severity:
King summoned by trumpet to go out,
The ladder at the wall, the city will repent.”