Kantbot

The year is 2053, think of it. The cities of old America have been purchased and reconstituted as the corporate holdings of Facebook, Amazon and other major tech companies. The nation's power grid runs off of 100% sustainable energy. Solar panel arrays atop vertical farms. Abundance. Peace. The reign of Zuckerberg has transformed not only America but the world.

Just one problem though, that pretty picture isn't so pretty when we hold it up to a bit of scrutiny. What of the content? No, in this world algorithms have replaced creativity, and the population of the has been reduced to mere click slaves on the great content farm in the cloud. No laughter is permitted. No joy. No satire. No hope. No beauty. I shutter to even consider such a possibility my friends, let me tell you. Your social media posts will be rewritten in real time by the cyber mind of the Facebergian censor, your own words will be twisted into more advertiser friendly forms so that you may be sold geeky genetic augment mod packs to enhance your cosplays with genuine (non-functional) aesthetic mutations. This is all real. It's all happening. Some of you, out there reading this, are likely shaking your heads with skepticism. You doubt the authenticity of my claims but I promise you, this isn't a prediction, it's already future fact.

I have, in my own humble way, toiled now for many years, to hold out as long as I can, to fight, in whatever small way I'm able, to hold back these dark forces now gathering around us. I am but one man however, sadly, though there is something in the effort which itself possesses a great inherent nobility I believe.

If you donate to my projects will I single handedly be able to prevent this terrible future from coming to pass? Doubtful. But perhaps I can at least do something to provide some comfort to all those who also recognize the awful predicament we find ourselves in.

There are no schemes, no push goals, no giveaways, no prizes, no pretense. Whatever small sum I'm able to accrue from this page will not go to fund my medical expenses from when an antifa softly nudged me as he passed by. There's likewise no legal defense to mount. I will not find myself homeless and out on the street if you do not rush to contribute. I work, and live decently. Still, I will not turn away whatever modest compensation you feel inclined to make me for the many happy hours I've spent crafting artisanal shitposts.

What will your compensation go to? What do I have up my sleeve? Whatever meager amount I'm able to raise by way of funding myself in this manner will likely only serve to recoup some of the minor costs associated with running an enterprise of this nature. I would like to put out a volume of writings at some point in the near future, including original material. Some have also been petitioning me to buy better equipment and do more audiocasting. Or perhaps I'll give it all to Indian entrepreneurs on Mechanical Turk to write a 10,000 page DBZ-Monk fanfiction cross-over at $.10 a word. The possibilities are endless.

In any event, I will continue to work on my many projects, as I always have, in my own way, slowly but surely. Whatever compensation you feel comfortable with making, I thank you advance. Whatever happens, I don't intend to ever let your support go to waste. Movements come and go. But as each passes away into ideological ruin, I will continue to gather the seeds of a future garden of content creators, of men, no, heroes, who will rally together around beauty to bring about not a better world, but a better Man.