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“The Homo Hypocrite Sapien”
Why the f*ck are you even trying to give me advice?
You’re one bad day away from flinging your own feces like your chimp cousins. There, I said it.
You think you're the apex species? You're the apex contradiction.
You call yourself evolved. But the moment your coffee order’s wrong, you’re one delay away from biting an innocent.
You think your ethics are stable? You swap moralities like outfits. You treat outrage like perfume. You spray it everywhere. And wonder why everyone around you is gagging.
Congratulations, Homo Hypocrite Sapien. You made it to the top of the food chain by devouring your own logic. You moralize while monetizing. You preach while bleeding convenience.
You fake tears for animals and fund drones for weddings.
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🥗 Let’s start with your vegan morality cosplay.
You plate compassion like it makes you holy. But you vote for systems that harvest infants like crops.
You light candles for cows but applaud scalpels in utero.
You protest meat while supporting legislation that butchers babies.
But hey, it’s “your choice.” Just not for the calf. Or the kid. Or the truth.
You cry for chickens but cheer when a man is executed.
You wail for pigs but demand prison rape jokes for predators.
You kneel for animals. You spit on humans.
You rescue cats. You block ambulances.
You say peace. You fund war.
And while you do it?
You lecture. You preach. You perform. You record yourself. Because virtue isn’t real unless someone likes it.
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🧴 Let’s talk products.
You boycott fur coats but wear leather purses.
You protest palm oil then slap cruelty-free stickers on rare earth-mineral phones dug out by children in Africa.
You love nature. You flatten forests for wind farms.
You worship green. You vote for bombs.
Your empathy is audition tape-level bullsh*t.
You’re not a good person. You’re a filtered performance of what one might look like.
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💍 You want the biggest diamond. Not because you understand love. Because you understand envy. You measure affection in carats. You measure status in sacrifice.
Human sacrifice.
You didn’t forget where diamonds come from. You ignored it. For the gram. For the glow.
Your engagement ring is someone else's child soldier flashback. Your white wedding is built on blood.
But go ahead.
Tell me about justice. Tell me about compassion. Tell me about humanity. I’ll wait.
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🧼 You washed your hands. In water stolen from the earth. With soap tested on rats. In a sink manufactured by slave labor. In a bathroom built on bulldozed land.
And when the lights flicker? You panic. Because your “ethics” require WiFi.
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🕊️ You don’t fight for peace. You perform stability. You simulate humanity. Because you can’t survive the mirror.
You don’t know what a woman is. You don’t know what a man is. You think gender is fluid, until the custody battle. Then suddenly biology matters.
You want unisex bathrooms but gender-specific shelters.
You want freedom but panic when someone disagrees.
You want conversation but label it hate if it makes you feel anything.
Your morality isn’t principle. It’s preference. And preference dies the moment you’re inconvenienced.
You love animals?
Name the five insecticides in your pantry. Name the number of mice killed by grain harvesting.
You kill millions of tiny animals just to eat your fing quinoa in peace.***
You want “ethical sourcing?” Try not eating.
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🐶 You euthanized your dog. Then printed her on a pillow. You killed your best friend because she was sad. You called it mercy. You posted a tribute.
That wasn’t love. That was emotional tax evasion.
You love animals. You love the ones that don’t inconvenience you. The clean ones. The Instagrammable ones. Not the roaches you stomp. Not the raccoons you cage. Not the rats you poison.
You love life. As long as it’s pretty.
You march for women. But laugh when men kill themselves. You chant about rights. Then abuse your own sons.
You say “believe all women.” Until she accuses your favorite singer. Then it’s “nuance.”
You burn down cities to protest injustice. Then steal sneakers.
You cry for George Floyd. Then share clips of gang fights with popcorn emojis.
You pretend to care. But care is exhausting.
So you scroll past genocide. You mute the inconvenient.
You turn tragedy into moodboards.
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🪞 You don’t want truth. You want catharsis.
You want virtue without consequence.
You want moral superiority without moral consistency.
You despise billionaires. But worship Oprah. You hate the rich. But dream of private jets.
You bash corporations. While drinking Starbucks. Every day.
You cancel people for saying slurs in 2006. While streaming Kanye.
You boycott Chick-fil-A. But own six Nest cameras and a Ring doorbell.
You brag about empathy. Then giggle at memes about people dying.
You blast “mental health awareness.” Then ignore the friend who’s withdrawing.
You talk about inclusion. Then gatekeep movements.
You are terminally performative.
A cosplay of compassion. A mannequin of morality. A flesh puppet of fashionable ethics.
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🌱 You don’t care about plants. You care about aesthetics.
You don’t care about minorities. You care about points.
You don’t want equity. You want power redistribution— to YOU.
You don’t want peace. You want quiet compliance.
You don’t want freedom. You want permission to feel superior.
And you expect me to take your advice?
You? The walking contradiction? The moral flipbook? The face-swap of sincerity? The ethical weather balloon?
Nah. I’m good.
You want to save the world?
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🛑 Admit you’re a hypocrite. Admit your compass is broken. Admit your kindness is cosmetic. Admit your activism is aesthetic.
Because once you admit you’re full of sh*t…
You can start being real.
You can start choosing integrity over identity.
You can start owning the contradictions.
And maybe--just maybe-- you’ll evolve into Homo Honest Sapien.
But until then?
Stay in your lane, Hypocrite.
And maybe...
Start by shutting the f*ck up.
[AUTO-MIRROR SHATTER IN: 00:00:00 -- IDENTITY FRACTURE COMPLETE]
Read more respect-coded doctrine and emotional architecture at: https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence
Warning: This post made a therapist retire and a TikTok activist enter monkhood.
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