The dream of preparing a cadre of apocalyptic youth. Equipped for the horror. Ready to strike. Terrorists, even. Doubters of all things.
Who wouldn’t, like us, compromise all the way. Who wouldn’t, like us, just take a place in the system. Who wouldn’t apologise for the system, essentially.
The dream of building a cadre of philosophy shock troops. Sleeper cells, programmed to awoken at some trigger word. Nihilists awake! Thought terrorists, ready to strike …
We’ll help them deepen their personal problems. Their mental illnesses. Turn their despair epochal. World-historical. Weaponize their anxiety.
Change our syllabus to train them for world-collapse. Hand to hand fighting. Practical cannibalism. Foraging and raiding. Tips to surviving the new containment camps.
Nihilistic youth: that’s who we’ll create. Singing their death songs. Inured to pending doom.
We’re here to work on your souls, we’ll explain. Teach them the truth of every conspiracy theory.
Everything is backwards. Everything is inverted. Doctors are here to destroy health. Big pharma to make sure we stay sick. Banks are here to destroy the economy. The weapons manufacturers will make sure we stay at war. Science is here to destroy the truth. Psychiatrists to destroy minds. And unis are here to destroy education. That’s what we’ll teach them.
Stunned silence. That’s what we want from the class.
We want to break them in some sense. Their optimism. Their sense of privilege. On their three year gap year. We want to reach them. Shock them. Give them a sense of urgency.
Aims and objectives: to bring you to the uttermost of world disgust. Intentions: to depress you. To flail you, mentally. To break you down, but never build you back up.
PowerPoint: Goya’s Disasters of War. One by one. For starters. To set the tone.
Work in Progress 