Jon Pounders

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍 The modern man needs to kill you. He’s never held a gun, but he’ll pay to have you shot. He will free your murderer. It’s for the greater good. He is on the right side of history. The modern man is the center of the universe. He demands accountability but cannot be held accountable. He hijacks truth and reason. He manufactures realities. He will call you a bigot for not allowing your children to watch his striptease. His politics are defined by chaos, ego, and self-loathing. He is a satan pretending to be a friend. He just wants to help. His morality is fixed to a weathervane. He tweets legalese. He vacations in war zones. He has PhDs. He’s illiterate. He obeys experts. He knows everything. He’s ashamed of his parents but begs the government to parent him. He lives in a vault. He is a fist and a boot in the shape of a peace sign. He grieves for slaves through a machine built by slaves. He hates being human. He drinks human blood. The modern man is not a happy man. He can’t stomach your success. He wants to destroy your confidence. He is a gatekeeper. He is anti-authority. He is a tyrant. He hates capitalism, but he is a good little greedy capitalist. He hates cops, but he acts like a cop. He defends the elite by telling himself the elite are the working class. He attacks the working class by telling himself the working class are the elite. He is the drug dealer and the warden. He evangelizes violence. He takes advantage of tragedies. He builds a ladder out of corpses. His soul is painted in the ash of all the bridges he burned to maintain his public image. He is incapable of authenticity. He is a copy of a copy. He steals your ideas. He will rewrite the social contract. He was the rat in a past life gnawing at feet in mass graves. Everything he does is projection. His brain is for sale. His skull is a glory hole. He hates God, but wants to make Heaven on Earth. He autographs warheads. His gut swells the more the world starves. He doesn’t care about legacy. He cares about clickbait, annihilation, and power. He will be cannibalized by men indistinguishable from him. He never disappears. He is 3D-printed. He is the official narrative. He sleeps in formaldehyde. He is the drone at your window. He will turn you into a human shield. He is a con man. A humiliation ritual. His mouth is an open grave. "He wears a mask, and his face grows to fit it." He can be dragged into the sunlight. He is nothing to fear. He is the future. He has been here before. He is nothing new.