End game

This is the end game. The parasites have sucked so much money and social capital from the societies they feed on that they are likely to collapse. So the vampire techbros, plutocrats and would-be plutocrats have stopped pretending: they are now feeding without restraint, trying to extract as much money as they can, as quickly as they can, before their hosts die.

Do they have a plan for what they'll do then, once their food source is gone? Probably not: probably they will start feeding on each other until the last of them dies, bloated and alone, after exhausting its food supply. But it doesn't matter to you, to me, to anyone we know: we'll be long gone.

Let's hope they've misjudged. Let's hope the people they regard as no more than sources of food and sexual services unwillingly given finally wake from their drugged stupor, rise up and avenge themselves.

Eat the plutocrats.