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My life is a scripted reality soap with free software 😉🐧

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@davidrevoy @jesuisatire - Hi David, I'm a big fan of your comics and I know they are all made by you without AI.
But deep in my heart I'm also a big AI fan and like to generate images that I wouldn't be able to do on my own - am I a bad person now? Anyway, I always feel bad when I get hate comments for AI images that I have generated.

this is what I think about AI - please feel free to write your comment 😀
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For Those Who Were Told This Is the Best We Can Do:

We were promised a .
What we got was a subscription.

The world told us: hard, play fair, and you will rise.
But the elevator was always broken.
Only the penthouse keys worked.

did not .
It did exactly what it was designed to do.

It turned human time into fuel.
It turned life into a cost factor.
It turned dignity into a luxury brand.

The says everyone can win.
This is like a casino saying everyone can leave rich.
The building exists because most people lose.

Once the ruling class wore crowns.
Now they wear hoodies, smiles, and stock options.

Once needed whips.
Now it needs apps.

You are told you are free.
But your ends where rent begins.
Where debt begins.
Where begins.
Where begins.

This is not freedom.
This is The Hunger Games, except the Capitol convinced the districts to blame each other for the rules.

The poor fight the poor.
The middle class defends a system that is slowly deleting it.
The rich watch it all like a live stream, asking only one question:
“How do we monetize this?”

You are praised for exhaustion.
is called ambition.
Rest is called weakness.

A system that needs you tired cannot afford you awake.

They say: Be grateful you have a .
As if survival were a gift.
As if obedience were a virtue.

This is the , but instead of machines farming bodies, corporations farm attention, energy, and years of your life — and call it “career growth.”

First, it poisons the water.
Then it sells bottled .

First, it destroys .
Then it sells “networking.”

First, it creates loneliness.
Then it sells algorithms pretending to be love.

It tells you:
If you are unhappy, it is your fault.
If you are poor, you didn’t optimize hard enough.
If you fail, you didn’t brand yourself properly.

This is not a system of opportunity.
It is a system of blame .

No billionaire earned their wealth alone.
They inherited leverage.
They bought laws.
They rented governments.

Every fortune is built on invisible backs.
Every luxury stands on unpaid overtime somewhere else on the planet.

This is Titanic economics:
First class debates wine pairings.
Third class floods.
And the band plays louder so no one hears the structure cracking.

They don’t fear protests.
They fear understanding.

Because the moment people realize:

The spell breaks.

That is why they flood us with culture wars.
That is why they keep us scrolling.
That is why they turn politics into reality TV.

A divided working class is the most efficient resource extraction tool ever invented.

We do not need heroes.
We need awareness.

We do not need saviors.
We need solidarity.

The future will not be built by billionaires.
They only know how to extract, not how to care.

A system that cannot imagine human worth without
has already confessed its moral bankruptcy.

Another world is not only possible.
This one is already impossible.

It survives only because we keep mistaking endurance for consent.

History does not move forward politely.
It moves when people stop believing lies that no longer serve them.

And when that happens —
no can suppress it,
no can absorb it,
no can rebrand it.

Because ideas whose time has come
do not ask for permission.

They arrive.