The new world order doesn't need chains,
It needs distractions,
It doesn't need censorship.

It needs entertainment,
It doesn't need to burn books,

It's enough that nobody wants to read them. And then the unthinkable happens.

An urban artist, built by the noise industry, wins the most important award in the music world.

Bad Bunny.

The perfect symbol of the times.
And no, this isn't personal hatred,
It's cultural insight.

Because we're not talking about talent or lack thereof.
We're talking about what gets rewarded… and why.

When the Grammy Awards crown something, they're sending a global message:

“This is what we want you to consume.”

“This is what matters.”

“This is the model to follow.”

And for the first time in history, the top prize wasn't for complexity, or poetry, or elaborate music.
It was for the catchy chorus,
for hypnotic repetition,
for lyrics that don't require thinking.

Coincidence… it doesn't seem so.

Because The strategy is simple:
The less you think, the more you obey.
A people that reflects questions.
A people that questions makes people uncomfortable.
A people that makes people uncomfortable is dangerous.

But an entertained people…
is manageable.
Give them rhythm.
Give them lights.
Give them entertainment.
Give them plastic idols.
And they won't ask about inflation.
Or about wars.
Or about corruption.
Or about who really pulls the strings.
It's the Roman circus, WiFi version.
Before, it was gladiators. Today, it's awards, scandals, and viral songs.

The method has changed.
The intention is the same.
The new illiteracy.
The illiterate of the 21st century isn't the one who can't read.
It's the one who can read…
and doesn't want to.
The one who prefers choreography to ideas.
The one who knows the latest gossip about a singer
but doesn't know who governs their country.
The one who memorizes empty lyrics
but has never memorized a phrase that makes them a better human being.

That is dangerous.

Because ignorance of the past was innocent
Now's is chosen
And there's the prize…
When I saw that historic Grammy, I didn't think:

"How great Latin music is."

I thought:
"How perfect the experiment."

The world celebrating noise
while depth dies in silence.
The global applause for superficial entertainment
while books gather dust.

It's as if the system were saying:
"Take your trophy. Sing, dance. Enjoy. We'll take care of the power."

The final irony
The sad thing isn't the artist
The sad thing is the masses
Because no one forces you to be profound
But neither should anyone celebrate being empty
And while the planet rewards what's easiest,
those who think seem strange, uncomfortable, "intense"
Reading has become strange
Reflecting has become tedious
Studying has become outdated
But shouting a meaningless chorus…
now that's modern

I sum it up like this: We are not living in the information age.

We are living in the age of mass distraction.

And every award for noise
is just another diploma
for collective stupidity.

The real award of this century isn't a Grammy.

It's the World Award for Most Easily Manipulated Humanity.

And we're winning it… year after year.

The way the world is, God seems like a poor devil.