Human rights in 2025 \u2013 you fight alone, Brother, be sure of that. The times have shifted, cold with a star above them, and the world sways at the edge of a moral abyss. Everything dissolves into likes, bots and mockery. The good \u2013 we want it, honestly, we long for it so desperately, look here, look closely, you even get a like for wanting it \u2013 appears only as a faint shadow. Those who fight, no one wants them while they are here. Helping? Yes, a fraction. The rest scroll on. My excuse was the best one: what, he\u2019s dead? Sad emoji, that helps. Only when it is gone do we remember it once meant something. Damn it, the AfD in power, angry emoji.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the bad is bad, society becomes bad. Bad for a click, whipped up for a comment, full of capital letters \u2013 that\u2019s social hip. The good steps out of a side street, cautiously, yet the crowd waves him off: keep moving, don\u2019t pass go, straight ahead into the waiting room. \u201cWe\u2019ll look later.\u201d Later means never.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A bird lands, then two, then three \u2013 a small moment, delicate, maybe real. \u201cNo,\u201d the crowd shouts, \u201cthat\u2019s AI, that\u2019s fake!\u201d Too colorful, too soft, too much dialect in the wing beat. Report it, report it, you have to report it, bullshit, it was real, no way, the world is evil, especially when it comes to birds \u2013 next story, please. Trump works eight days, 26 hours \u2013 a grotesque headline, perfect for mockery, perfect for sharing, a slice of cake on the side, delicious, the perfect emoji, look. And no one asks whether it\u2019s true. What matters is that it burns well in the feed \u2013 I\u2019m so hot. The truth, yes, it was somewhere. A shock, a contradiction, a fact \u2013 but if it doesn\u2019t fit, it won\u2019t be shared. The lie wins because it sounds like a song, soft, like sweet coffee, and it makes me important. Addictive, because you can like it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The AfD becomes MAGA, everyone writes about it, media you\u2019ve known for years, media that once checked, doubted, tried. Today a sentence is enough, a stumble, a feeling. Journalists, investigative \u2013 oh careful now, they want to forbid us from sharing lies \u2013 raise their hands: \u201cNo, no, sloppy style, nonsense.\u201d Doesn\u2019t matter. Share. Where is Nero when you need him? Move on. Because the new social-media news gatherers, the self-appointed saviors of the world, the social watchers \u2013 unchecked, unexamined, research? \u201cAre you stupid?\u201d \u2013 no like \u2013 driven by a hunger for significance, fueled by the fear at the kitchen table, strongest in the evening, the fear of being unseen. Thinking? Why? If they think, the others stop looking. You\u2019re stupid, you want to take my like away, go away. Alone, yes many are alone \u2013 do you like that? Anyone asking? Wow-emoji for loneliness. Leave me alone, I\u2019m watching panic-TV, then twenty articles on the same topic \u2013 which version pleases me most? I still have fish in the fridge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
2025 \u2013 a year made of lie, death and like. Helping, they say, is done with a thumbs-up.\nMockery is hip, television taught us that. Empathy has become expensive \u2013 PayPal?
H\u00e4me ist hip, hat das Fernsehen gesagt. Empathie ist teuer geworden \u2013 Paypal?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
People are dying, people unjustly locked away, somewhere \u2013 close enough to read, far enough not to disturb. Here, my like. Hope it helps. I must go now. Wonderful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love, death and like. - Often, there isn\u2019t much more left.
Hi Ho Nobody\u2019s Home \u2013 Hellbound Train.<\/p>\n\n\n\n