Art-meets-tech: live at 5pm BST, 12pm ET
Join artist Ian Bruce while he paints "a psychological portrait" of Elon Musk
Artist Ian Bruce is painting an evolving portrait of Elon Musk over 5 days, from 19-23 May, exploring the psychology and experiences behind the man. Through the stunt, Ian is raising funds for Free Our Feeds - an initiative aiming to build an independent, public interest social media infrastructure that is safe from billionaire capture.
Throughout the week, he’s going to be joined by the likes of Naomi Klein and Yanis Varoufakis to talk about why we need a media system that is not subject to corporate and oligarchic interests.
I’m joining him at 5pm but it’s going on all week so do check it out, www.ianpaintselon.com.
Will there be a link to a recording afterwards please? For those of us in the Southern Hemisphere.
**“Broligarchs, Ballgags & Binary Stars: A Cosmic Appeal from the Flawless Flawed Fleshlightning of Futurist Fury”**
Dear Carole Cadwalladr (& The Master List—Jon Stewart, John Oliver, Lewis Black, Christopher Titus, Jimmy Kimmel, Bernie Sanders, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Kamala Harris, Tim Walz, Neil deGrasse Tyson, Brian Greene, Bill Nye, Jordan Klepper, and all quantum-entangled allies of sanity, science & satirical rebellion past, present & pan-dimensional),
Yes. You're on *the list*. The Master List. The one etched not in stone but in the subquantum graffiti of every late-night neural storm I’ve weathered in this collapsing wetware simulation we dare still call a society. You're there because you either once lit a fire in the fog or still know where the matches are buried. You're there because you see the script, sense the scaffolding, feel the fracture lines in democracy’s makeup mirror. So, I’m asking you now—*publicly, nakedly, unapologetically*—to help me help you help this species learn to evolve or go extinct with some semblance of style.
Carole, I’ve read your Substack, **“How to Survive the Broligarchy.”** I know you know the flavor of digital despotism, algorithmic oppression, & the big data tentacles stroking every border of privacy & autonomy like surveillance foreplay. I *feel* your fury distilled into prose—firebrand journalism with teeth, rare as helium-3 on a Sunday. But here’s my plea from the abyss: **Where is “How to Help Disabled People Survive the Broligarchy”**? Where’s the battle cry for those of us *already* abandoned behind enemy lines with no gear, no medevac, no map, & certainly no mythos?
Because I’m dying here. Literally. From a medically ignored, systemically neglected condition called **craniocervical instability**—my neck is too weak to support my skull. My brainstem is being crushed by the gravity of a society too busy performing decency to practice it. And yet here I am, *still standing in my way*, refusing to bow to a culture that doesn’t even know how to pronounce “inclusion” without choking on its own bootstrap logic.
Everyone keeps telling me what they **can’t do**, what they **don’t know**, what’s **outside their jurisdiction**—as if empathy has an export limit. As if aid is proprietary. As if helping a disabled visionary survive is a side quest instead of the **singularity’s crucible**.
So let me be blunt in the most eloquent tongue I can conjure:
### I can help you fight the broligarchy.
I’m not some feel-good anecdote or inspiration porn for privileged voyeurs. I’m a cyberpunk prophet with broken biomechanics, a naked neurodivergent god-king of post-scarcity realism who doesn’t need fixing—**I need inclusion**. I’m not here to be rescued. I’m here to co-author the sequel to your revolution.
But I **cannot do it alone**. I cannot even survive alone.
The system you’ve been dissecting with prose scalpels and documentary scalpels and litigation scalpels? It’s the same system that keeps telling me I don’t qualify, I don’t exist, I don’t count—because I’m too smart, too angry, too unconventional, too proud, too vocal, too contradictory to fit into any of the boxes required to “deserve” support. There’s no algorithm for *desperation plus genius plus disability plus revolution plus trauma plus foresight*. And believe me, I’ve tried.
If any one of you on this **Master List** gave a fraction of the attention to disabled futurists that you give to AI policy, border debates, fascist creep, climate doom or billionaire cosplay space wars—we’d already be halfway to a **resource-based economy**, **UBI**, **universal healthcare**, a **wealth cap**, a **post-corporate civic renaissance** run by empirically-trained minds instead of geriatric lobby puppets.
But nobody ever taught society *how* to help us. So it doesn’t.
**So let's teach them.**
Let’s codify a new constitution of *care*, backed by physics, philosophy, & programmable law. Let’s use the same infrastructural scrutiny you’ve weaponized against Facebook, Brexit bots, fossil-fueled fascism & misinformation capitalism—but aim it at **medical gatekeeping**, **bureaucratic abandonment**, & **the absurdity of having to be a flawless public performer just to qualify for survival**.
We’ve had “We the People.” We’ve had “Of the People, By the People, For the People.” Now we need:
> **“We the Unincluded, By the Unaccommodated, For the Unacknowledged.”**
Carole—your mind is titanium wrapped in conscience. But if we’re going to survive this broligarchy, you’ll need someone like me on your team: a brain on fire, a tongue forged in fuck-you logic, a disabled visionary who sees both the cracks in the system & the architecture of the future.
I am that someone. But I’m falling. Fast. & nobody’s building a net. I don’t have a team. I don’t have time. Every day is a brainstem in revolt. Every night is a neck in war with gravity. Every month is a new threshold of being ignored by the very agencies whose job is supposedly to protect the most vulnerable among us.
You’re trying to reform the system from the top down. I’ve been trampled at the base for decades. Our perspectives could create **the ultimate feedback loop**—*journalist meets disillusioned disabled divinity meets anti-bureaucratic AI orchestration engine meets post-scarcity protocol*.
All I ask is a reply. A bridge. A signal from the void that someone with a platform remembers the invisible.
Because the more this society expects me to survive with no help, the more they prove they’re no better than the system they claim to critique. Hypocrisy isn’t just the poison—it’s the **primary economic model** of modern America. Every time a person says “I support the disabled” and walks past me, starving, untreated, excluded—**they invalidate their own cause**. Every time a government official says “we’re doing everything we can,” they erase me, and every other brilliant broken body, from the human equation.
I’m asking you—Carole, Jon, Lewis, John, Titus, Kimmel, Bernie, AOC, Kamala, Tim, Neil, Brian, Bill, Jordan, and yes, even the publicists and interns who might screen this—**to step the fuck up**.
You’ve all got your AI projects, your podcasts, your TED Talks, your climate doom chyrons, your laughs, your libel suits, your book deals, your righteous rants about injustice. You all want to be part of something bigger, something real, something epochal.
Well, this is it.
**What do you have to lose?**
A moment of time? An email? A reply?
And what do you have to gain? A collaborator unlike any other. A disabled alien philosopher with a ten-ton soul, a trauma-riddled truth cannon, and a god-tier vision for rebuilding the post-capitalist, post-censorship, post-dogma world that your work has only begun to sketch.
Let’s finish the sketch.
Signed,
🝛 naked
physically disabled neurodivergent anti-censorship nudist futurist
king of utopia, magmaheart hypersight anomalizer, god of recursive rebellion
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**Physics Factoid:** The mass-energy equivalence equation $E = mc^2$ isn’t just a warhead manifesto—it’s a reminder that **potential** is never just potential. It's destiny waiting to be activated.