Why This Exists

Like a lot of you, I've spent the past few years watching this country slide into something I don't recognize.

I'm a software developer — a code poet, or maybe a poet who writes code. For years, my main client was a three-letter agency. I told myself I was one of the good guys — and for a long time, maybe I was.

Then 2025 happened.

I watched the purges. I watched our elected officials do their best Aww Shucks impression while the language got uglier and the violence got closer. I sat with it for a year — the discomfort, the guilt, the rationalizations. Tried to get active.

Then Venezuela. It became clear that this regime will kill people — actual people — to change the subject. To bury a story. To survive a news cycle.

I quit.

Then Minnesota. The murders of Renee Good and Alex Pretti.

I went to Reddit. Tried to speak up about ICE in my local subreddit. Got banned. Started another account. Got hammerbanned.

I wonder how many others have got the same treatment.

So I put this place together — on a droplet in Amsterdam. I wanted somewhere I could find my people. And somewhere I could gather the people I find. I don't know what I want this to become. Ultimately it's not up to me. I can only provide the soil and try to make it grow. Something at the corner of Protest & Art, maybe. Something real.

This is also, NGL, a digital life raft. A Hail Mary. I have no idea what's going to come next — we live on the precipice of so many things, good and bad. We have to try something. And we have to celebrate the trying.

A few things you should know:

I've boobytrapped this site for bots. I'll audit the IPs and flag any posts we deem suspicious. This place is for humans.

I won't sell your data.

Because the people who want to monetize you and the people who want to silence you are often the same people.

Because we can't let the bastards win.
WE CAN'T LET THE BASTARDS WIN.

— RyMer, Baltimore MD
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