There's a grim symmetry to the whole thing, and it deserves to be stated plainly. For years the climate-control apparatus trained its fire on livestock: methane from cattle, burps and farts measured, taxed, and eventually discussed as something to be engineered out of existence. New Zealand's government literally proposed a "burp tax" on farmers' herds. Denmark floated levies on cow flatulence. The entire edifice rested on the assumption that the planet's atmospheric troubles could be managed by regulating the digestive tracts of animals that had been doing the same thing for ten thousand years. It was absurd, but it had a certain coherence: the target was the cow, the farmer, the agricultural producer, people far away, easily scapegoated, conveniently voiceless in the corridors of Davos.
Now the target has shifted in the only direction it ever could. The same technocratic impulse that wanted to put sensors on cattle now wants sensors on you. The smart underwear story isn't a novelty item; it's the logical endpoint of a worldview that treats every human biological function as a data point to be captured, quantified, and ultimately managed. First, they came for the cow's gas, and you said nothing because you weren't a cow. Now they're coming for your gas, and suddenly the joke isn't funny anymore, because the "you" in the equation is the one being measured.
What the technocrats never admit is that these programs are never just about the stated goal. The methane-tracking underwear will be sold to you as a health and wellness tool: monitor your digestion, optimise your microbiome, catch gut issues early. But every one of these devices is a Trojan horse for the same underlying philosophy that produced the UN's Agenda 21, the 2030 Agenda, the whole sprawling apparatus of "sustainable development" that treats individual human beings as a resource problem rather than as ends in themselves. The Rockefeller-funded architecture described on that page: the UN sitting on Rockefeller's donated land, the Trilateral Commission using international bodies to push Net Zero and global governance, is the same machine that now wants to get inside your underwear. The continuity is the point. The cow was practice.
Consider what "smart underwear" actually requires as infrastructure. A sensor in your clothing means a Bluetooth connection, which means an app, which means an account, which means a cloud server, which means a company or a government with a record of every time your gut so much as gurgles. That data doesn't sit idle. It gets aggregated, anonymised just enough, and sold. Your flatulence becomes a line item in a dataset about population health, dietary compliance, carbon behaviour. The whole point of the climate-control project from the beginning was to make individual consumption, including individual digestion, legible to central authority, so that it could then be nudged, priced, or punished. You cannot tax what you cannot measure. The smart underwear measures. The tax, or the mandate, or the social-credit demerit, comes next.
That's the real meaning of the shift from cows to humans. A cow is a unit of agricultural production; regulating its methane is regulating industry. A human being is a unit of consumption; regulating your methane, even just monitoring it, is regulating you. The cow couldn't consent, couldn't be shamed, couldn't be enrolled in a wellness program or shown a dashboard of its own emissions. You can. You'll be given the device as a gift, as a subscription, as a perk of your insurance plan, and you'll be told it's for your own good. The technocrats learned decades ago that the most efficient form of control is the one the subject administers to himself with a smile.
And the funding trail matters, because it always does. The UN, the Trilateral Commission, the Net Zero push: these aren't grassroots movements of concerned citizens. They're projects of the same elite class that donated the land, founded the commissions, and now finances the startups building sensor-laden garments. The people designing smart underwear are not ascetics who've given up private jets. They're the same crowd that flies to climate conferences in a hundred separate Gulfstreams to lecture you about your lifestyle. Their interest in our bowels was never about the planet. It was always about the precedent: establish that no biological function is too intimate to be monitored, and you've established that no boundary of the self can ever be defended again.
The cow-gas people and the your-gas people are the same people, playing the same game on a longer timeline. The only thing that changed is the scale of the ambition. What they wanted from the cow, submission, measurability, management, they now want from you. And the smart underwear is just the first pair of pants. Refuse the frame that this is about health or sustainability, and you'll see it for what it actually is: the surveillance state's final frontier, the last inch of private life, wrapped in cotton and sold as progress, for Agenda 2030.
https://www.technocracy.news/new-low-technocrats-making-smart-underwear-to-track-your-farts/