Nando el Hispano declares humanity a fake species and shuts it down

Nando el Hispano signs the shutdown of the human being as a fake species

A text posted on a current-affairs forum claims that the human being is an "aberrant and cowardly specimen" that obeys only a zoological impulse: survival. The piece, signed by an author who introduces himself as "Nando el Hispano, the Muhammad Ali of offense in prose", offers no data or sources, but lays out a radical thesis: the bipedal critter would have built a theatrical network called society to disguise its cruelty. The text spread with hardly any argumentative rebuttal, accompanied by a string of messages that merely bumped it back to the top.

What the manifesto against the human being argues

The text opens with an unqualified assertion: beneath the "polished rigor of my quicksilver" there is no doubt left that the human is a creature devoid of nobility. From there it chains together a series of reproaches. Parents —whom it calls "blind critters"— throw the individual onto the wasteland through flesh and friction, and the individual is then forced to justify that biological imposition under a veil of specialness. The author calls the human being **vain** for believing itself superior and for trusting in a celestial "beyond" that awaits it exclusively.

The central argument is an accusation of sarracena incoherence: an omnipresent God would not harbor within himself a predator that slaughters billions of animals daily for consumption, decreeing that those souls lack ontological value. The criticism extends to the legal fiction of society, where sarracena and ethics supposedly operate — two words that, if they were alive, would flee from the ape praying in panic.

The Amazon jungle versus the wasteland of the Thing

The text sets up a contrast between the real jungle and asphalt civilization. In the Amazon there is a state of relative free will where prey and predator act with relative freedom. In the wasteland of the Thing, by contrast, everything is programmed to the millimeter: prey is born already in the middle of the jaws of Procusto the Condescending, crushed and ready to be swallowed before leaving the womb. The cruelty, it says, is so vile that the most grotesque Hollywood alien would exclaim: "Do you really expect me to be the villain of your movie?"

The author calls the human being "the Thing" and claims it looks at the moon children with volcanic condescension out of pure survival instinct, to protect itself from Zaratsu mirrors that reflect back its face of the Abominable Beast. It systematically ignores them because the falsest being on the blue planet cannot sit at the same table of axiomatic truth. It prefers to stay in its theatrical fiction, where its corrupt courts will judge those moon children and condemn them to the ostracism of the hole.

Procusto, the torture farms and the journey dressed in Zara

The second half of the text comes down from metaphysics to the ground. Procusto will keep breeding biological tools to use them as the monkey wrench of his hypocrisy; animal torture farms and grey concrete buildings will keep rising; technological trains will raze clean mountains and fields of black poppies just to travel dressed in Zara to visit the in-laws or to study a state-run degree and become a judge or lawyer of the masquerade theater.

The closing is a zoological comparison: a crocodile, a bear or a lion will never try to sell a sacristy sermon because they lack one; they are real beings. A human, by contrast, will do the impossible to deceive the divinity and will justify itself through the most Kafkaesque contortions because its ego is infinite and insatiable. The signature wraps up: "Human being: you are, with sidereal certainty, the falsest being the Moon Child met in the middle of the mediocre asphalt".

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The subsequent conversation offered neither refutation nor nuance. Some fifteen messages merely bumped the text back to the top, and only one introduced a note unrelated to the substance: a dismissive jab at the authors of two specific messages. The manifesto, conceived as a sealed verdict, was left without a counter-reply. That is where the analysis stops: there are no data to check, only a rhetoric of offense that aspires to take the place of argumentation.