Look at these images that newspapers shove in everyone's face as if they were the relics of some sick cult, using them to preach their gospel of "life at any cost": mutilated bodies, severed limbs, faces ruined by strokes, people who can't even swallow anymore or move without agony, lives dragged forward only by inertia, creatures trapped in chronic pain, blind souls who perceive only fragments of the world, beings discarded by society like broken objects. Look at them closely and tell me if I'm the only one who sees what is blatantly there: a dystopian world, an aquarium of suffering displayed as a moral trophy, a hysterical tribe celebrating pain and calling it a gift while accusing as insane anyone who dares to say the emperor has no clothes. They are the insane ones, drenched in propaganda to the bone. And it doesn't end there: these so-called defenders of life want to silence anyone who questions their pro-life liturgy, turning anyone who speaks of an exit into an enemy to be gagged and buried in silence because they threaten the lucrative market of hope. But their lies are short-lived; they will collapse one by one, like every structure built on fear. And the truth is painfully simple: they see the horror perfectly well, they cannot not see it; it's right there in the very images they brandish as a moral weapon destroyed bodies, amputated limbs, lives reduced to daily crucifixion and yet they still have the audacity to tell us to appreciate life because someone else has it worse. What kind of philosophy is that? A miserable, shameless circus philosophy, an ideology that tries to turn filth into virtue simply because it lacks the courage to face what the world truly is. This is not wisdom; it is fear masquerading as morality.
