Martyn Rhisiart Jones y Sir Alexei Lovering 

Madrid, martes 12 de maio de 2026

Ben, escoitádeme, patéticas e retorcidas engrenaxes da máquina capitalista de última etapa! Reunídevos arredor dos rectángulos brillantes da vosa condena inminente e diseccionemos vigorosamente a última pila fumegante de efluentes verbais do Sumo Sacerdote da Platitude Baleira, o campión indiscutible dos pesos pesados ​​da estafa corporativa: Barnaby Swill.

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Martyn Rhisiart Jones and Sir Alexei Lovering 

Madrid, Tuesday 12th May 2026

Right, listen to me, you pathetic, scrambling little cogs in the late-stage capitalist machine! Gather round the glowing rectangles of your impending doom and let us vigorously dissect the latest steaming pile of verbal effluent from the High Priest of the Empty Platitude, the undisputed heavyweight champion of the corporate grift: Barnaby Swill.

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CROOKED WHISPER: The Prolapse of the Ego ,  Power, Paychecks, and the Myth of the Moral Spine

By Sir Barnaby Bull-Pizzle, Grand Poobah of the Institute for Advanced Narrative Rectification and Professional Cloud-Yelling

To waddle through the air-conditioned corridors of global relevance, be they the marble urinals of D.C., the taxpayer-funded chocolate fountains of Brussels, or the high-walled torture-garden compounds of the Middle East, is to enter a world of profound “anthropological septic tanks.” As a highly compensated “thinker” might observe while checking his offshore accounts, the greatest danger to any civilisation is not the fact that it is actively burning, but its “social flatulence”, the things we have agreed to pretend don’t smell.

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The Eclipse of the Thou: Power, Victimhood, and the Myth of the Moral State

By Bella Castor-Poldark (In the tradition of Tett, Finkelstein, Chomsky, Buber, and Kennedy)

To walk through the corridors of modern power, be they in Washington, Brussels, or the high-walled compounds of the Middle East, is to enter a world of profound anthropological “silos.” As an anthropologist might observe, the greatest danger to any civilisation is not the noise of its disputes, but its “social silences”, the things we have agreed not to talk about. Today, the most deafening silence surrounds the steady erosion of the human “Other” into a mere object of geopolitical strategy.

We find ourselves in a landscape where moral language has been hijacked by institutional power, creating a world that Martin Buber would recognise as the ultimate triumph of the “I-It” over the “I-Thou.” In this feature, we peel back the layers of our current malaise: from the commodification of suffering to the theological bankruptcy of the modern state.

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Martyn Rhisiart Jones and Alexei Steel

Madrid and London, 10th May 2026

Alright, citizens! Gather ’round, because I’ve been standing in the queue at the local organic laundromat in Tufnell Park, and I’ve had an epiphany. I was looking at a discarded copy of The Posh Spreadsheet Quarterly, and there he was. The man, the myth, the human megaphone for corporate mediocrity: Bernie Bumper-Book.

Now, for those of you who haven’t had the “pleasure,” Bernie Bumper-Book is what we call a “Futurist.” Which is a job title that roughly translates to: “I get paid fifty grand a day to tell CEOs that water is wet, but I call it ‘Liquid Synergy H2O 2.0’.” He’s written more books than I’ve had hot dinners, and I’ve had a lot of hot dinners, mostly involving veggie sausages and a deep sense of existential dread.

Bernie is the king of the Grand Delusion. He’s the man who looks at a toaster and sees a “Disruptive Breakfast Interface.” But if you look back at his track record, his “prophecies” have about the same hit rate as a blindfolded donkey playing darts in a hurricane.

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Martyn Rhisiart Jones

Madrid, Sunday 10th May 2026

The Dawn of the Digital Parasite: Why Your Business Needs a Hallucinatory ‘Partner’ to Finish the Job of Bankrupting You

By Barnum Blather, Chief Thought-Evacuator at Blather & Grift Global

We live in an era of “innovation,” a word that here means “finding new and creative ways to charge legacy brands $50,000 for a PDF that was written by a sociopathic algorithm.” But today, we aren’t just talking about chatbots that tell your customers to eat rocks. No, we are entering the glorious, high-stakes age of Agentic AI, the “Design Partner” you never asked for, but will definitely be sued because of.

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Martyn Rhisiart Jones

Madrid, 9th May 2026

The Silicon Rapture: Reed Hollowman on Why You Should Stop Worrying and Love the Bot

By Barnaby Bluster Intergalactic Futurist, Alpha-Thought-Leader, and Man Who Once Met a Robot in a Dream.

There are moments in history that define the very fabric of how we pretend to work. I recently had the distinct, high-margin privilege of sitting down with Reed Hollowman, a man whose bank account is so large it has its own gravitational pull and whose optimism is so “strategic” it has been known to ignore the laws of thermodynamics.

Reed, a founding father of the Linky-Dink empire and a partner at Silver-Latch Ventures, isn’t just looking at the future of AI. He is manifesting it into a series of highly lucrative slide decks. According to Reed, we are no longer in the “Testing Things to See if They Actually Work” phase. We have entered the era of the AI Ascendancy, where the only thing standing between you and total global dominance is your annoying insistence on employing actual human beings.

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The Great Digital Lobotomy: Why Your Sentient Spreadsheet Still Can’t Make a Decent Cup of Tea

By Barnaby Blather (Chief Visionary Officer at The Institute for Stating the Bleeding Obvious)

In the ever-churning septic tank of Silicon Valley buzzwords, “Agentic AI” is the latest floating turd we’re all being asked to admire. Our resident “thought leader,” the perpetually breathless Barnaby Blather, has emerged from his mahogany-lined echo chamber to grace us with his latest revelation: “The Biggest Barriers Blocking Agentic AI Adoption.”

It’s a masterclass in the kind of vapid, corporate-flavored “insight” that makes one long for the sweet release of a total solar flare. Here is a translation for those of us who haven’t yet replaced our frontal lobes with ChatGPT plugins.

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Martyn Rhisiart Jones

Madrid, Wednesday 6th May 2026

THE SEMIOTICS OF THE ABYSS: WHY EVERY CHIEF EXTRACTION OFFICER NEEDS A BRAINVACUUM™ PROTOCOL

“The most expensive sequence of vowels I have ever been forced to endure.” – Kenny Meh

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By Barnaby Squelch-Toad (Founding Partner at ShiteLogic™)

(Imagine, if you will, a man standing on a stage. He is wearing a suit that costs more than your house, but it’s tailored to make him look like a trendy geography teacher who’s just had a nervous breakdown in a Muji. He is pacing. He is doing that thing with his hands, the “invisible accordion”, that all these “thought leaders” do. This is the prose equivalent of that man.)

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