This means war!
There’s something sick about how the West wants a world war.
Not to defend itself, but to feel alive.
Peace is boring. Fear pays. Governments conjure ghosts, the media crank up the volume, and the arms industry counts its profits. It’s the same old business model: scare, tax, arm. The anxiety supply chain dressed up as patriotism.
“This means war!” yelled a character in some old cartoon. Three perfect words for our times—childish, theatrical, and just useful enough to justify anything. Politicians puff up their chests, people cling to fear like it’s a comfort blanket. The same leaders preaching peace are licking their lips over the black ink in their ledgers. Because fear is the only guaranteed investment.
Russia smiles. Not because it’s right, but because the West looks ridiculous. Its leaders strut between sanctions and speeches, convinced that noise can replace strategy. Meanwhile, the other side knows the real power lies in calm—knowing your enemy will collapse under the weight of its own theater.
The mechanism is simple: scare you, protect you, rob you. And you say thank you. Every alarm is an ad campaign. Every crisis, an opportunity. Weapons as status symbols, rhetoric as anesthesia, propaganda as moral lotion.
Citizens pay. Markets toast. Newspapers talk about “defense” while describing an economy thriving on threat. War isn’t an event anymore—it’s a subscription service. Every political cycle has to renew it.
And if that cartoon pops back into your head, with its “This means war!”, remember—it wasn’t just a joke. It was a trailer for right now.