It is nothing new that laws are written or authorized by those in power. Perhaps it is not so obvious, but it is also observable that the powerful can never feel their own power unless they break the laws, including their own laws.
Now, if someone has more money and power than several countries combined, what could possibly be off limits to their debit card? If someone can buy everything their traumas and poverty of spirit desire, and still remain a hairless Cro-Magnon, how will they ever recapture the pleasure of a poor man who buys a new bicycle to ride to work, or a construction worker who meets up with his friends on the sidewalk in his neighborhood to share a beer?
Those who have not been able to fill the abysmal void of their poor existences with billions of dollars can only recover something of all that their money took away from them by buying what cannot be bought: other human beings. That is, not only happy slaves, but also those humans that all civil and moral laws deny them. Like, for example, a child.
Perhaps this is the psychiatric logic of the damned Epstein sect and all the sects in power in the most powerful countries in the world, with all their powerful men who live, think, and act as if they did not know that they are destined, not in the next Age of Humanity but in just a few years, to be a feast for the worms.
Powerful men, prisoners of their secrets, of their feverish mystical arguments. Arguments impossible to understand for anyone who does not belong to that club of fanatics who believe themselves to be gods or beasts chosen by some perverse god. Sacks of anthropomorphic excrement, beyond the reach of any human justice, with a license to kidnap, rape, torture, and murder, not only by right but, above all, for mere pleasure.
Gods or demigods who suffer from a thirst that cannot be quenched with all the human blood at their disposal, served on a silver platter by the kings of the most powerful and servile kingdoms known to mankind.
This culture, this obsession with rape, respects and knows no boundaries. The leaders of the Rebellion of the Masters hate rebellious art, independent universities, and unproductive culture. They promote education for specialized slaves, for effective workers, for obedient and self-sacrificing consumers, while sending their children to the most expensive universities that “train the leaders of the future.” A future that will most likely never come.
Meanwhile, the leaders of the present preach to other people’s children and young people, those at the bottom, that unproductive culture, that the teaching of Humanity’s millennial Heritage, is useless.
Because a happy slave has no memory.
Because a happy slave hates his unhappy brothers and worships the owner of the whip.
Because a happy slave believes that by working more and more and more and more and more, he will cease to be a slave or, at least, he will be a slave with the privilege of wielding the whip against his brothers, the misfit slaves.
Social misfits. Resentful slaves. That is, untamed slaves, with the capacity to feel and resent.
Of all this brutality, for some reason that cannot be called coincidence, the favorite victims of the pedomanic sect of those at the top have young blood—calling them pedophiles is a brutal irony, because if there is one thing the human scum of the sect does not feel, it is love for children.
But predation is not limited to perversion among the members of the sect. It is also a political, geopolitical, ideological, and cultural reality.
Today, more than ever, we are in a world war against children. In particular, and almost exclusively, against poor children.
In Argentina, cuts to social services have led to an increase in infant mortality after twenty years. Access to food in the Breadbasket of the World has been restricted by necessity and by the desire of creditor countries to import it at rock-bottom prices. Children who survive malnutrition will fail in an impoverished education system and become more obedient slaves. The luckiest ones will be happy slaves. All the hatred and frustration that always follows illusory happiness will be thrown at the resentful slaves, like a drunkard who begins to come down from the euphoria of alcohol and desperately seeks someone to vent his anger on.
In Cuba, the Palestine of the West, and despite the fact that for generations its infant mortality rate has remained one of the lowest in the hemisphere, it will be the new humans who will suffer most from the consequences of the latest stranglehold on the island by the pedomaniac sect. Even if the Sect ended like any other sect and this new aggression disappeared today, the consequences for the weakest, for the most innocent, would persist for many years. Perhaps for generations.
In Africa, as in the Congo, children are slaves in the fields and mines that ensure the functioning of the world’s telephones and the growth of the fortunes of the financial and technological sects that spy on us and elect convenient, functional, and extortable presidents.
In the United States (not to bore you with the shameful list of the Global South), poor children have increasingly restricted services, from food to education. Poor children with immigrant accents are criminals, not before the law but before justice. They agonize in the private prisons of companies that enrich themselves in proportion to the number of heads they hold in their facilities. Heads of children and parents that mercenary slaves hunt down piece by piece, proud of their uniforms as squires of the King, the Fatherland, the Flag, and the Diaper of the pedomaniac-in-chief.
All this, when they are not disposable meat in an international network of trafficking, torture, sexual and culinary abuse of minors by powerful white men, for whom there is no law or judge to convict them, despite the mountains of documentation…
In Palestine… Well, it is impossible to add anything more about the children in Palestine. There, children are simply bombed, executed with rifles or smart drones. Not three, not ten, not a hundred, not a thousand, not tens of thousands of people executed and demonized. Not one, not ten, not twenty years of martyrdom. Humanity has already lost count because they don’t count. They are numbers and they don’t matter to governments that, coincidentally, protect pedophiles.
Don’t they count? Yes, they do. It is precisely there that this brutal history of impunity found a turning point. That is where the great earthquake of modern history occurred.
But we cannot talk about that. Lest some untouchable god feel alluded to—some god or some chosen one of the Creator of the Galaxies, the Universe, and black holes, as foul as any other human being, but perverted like very, very few.
Jorge Majfud, February 2026
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