Not value. Not purpose. Not progress.
Just survival — polished into process.
That’s when the laws emerge.
Unwritten. Unspoken. Unbreakable.
Not enforced by policy, but by habit and quiet consent.
Johnny didn’t create them.
He simply noticed what others learned to ignore —
the invisible physics that keep dysfunction in motion.
They’re not malicious — just efficient.
Protecting equilibrium, defending narrative, rewarding theater over substance.
You can’t fight them. They don’t argue; they absorb.
They behave like nature — regulating balance, resisting disruption, punishing clarity.
Understanding them won’t set you free.
It only restores perspective.
You stop confusing motion for progress, or sincerity for truth.
They are the Natural Laws of Bullshit.
Johnny doesn’t write them to fix the system.
He writes to name them —
because once something is named, it loses a little of its power.
P.S. John, Johnny, and The Footnote don’t exist — they’re metaphors for the dependable ones who do.
The ones who endure the noise, ignore the nonsense, and keep the record honest.
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