I do not actually believe personally in any of this, you have been forewarned.
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I can’t wait for the end of the world to come
It’ll wipe out the dirty poors in their slums
The people I hate will beg to be let into my base
But I’ll refuse them all with a grin on my face
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I’ll gather all the people that I love
We’ll hide in my bunker as bombs fall from above
I’ll have a farm where I grow cattle, wheat and soy
To keep away boredom I’ll play vic3 and Hoi(4?)
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To deter global warming, my base will have an AC
I’ll have a machine that recycles my pee
And then we’ll emerge to a nuclear wasteland
Where everything has been turned into radioactive sand
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I’ll have a hundred, no, a thousand kids
And any other survivors, in desperate bids
to maintain relevancy, will marry their kids to mine
Wow, the end of the world sounds fine!
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My descendants will form an ethnostate
And they’ll make the post-human world great
Sooner or later, they’ll all ascend
And that’s how humanity will rebuild from the end
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I can’t wait for the end of the world to come!
I’d’ve titled this “Rich Man’s Manifesto” to more or less ward off the debate perverts, but beyond that… Yeah, this sounds like the internal dialogue of your average Musk/Gates/Bezos/High-ranked Government Glowbug/pick a capitalist.