Yes I understand....just thought that you'd be interested in this most recent interview.....I still cant find the link to the one we are both interested in.
**“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.
**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.
**“Dear All Ye Who Dared to Care Once Upon a Broadcast: A Love Letter to the Master List of Maybes”**
To Carole Cadwalladr, frontline firebrand of forbidden data unredacted,
To Jon Stewart, the indignant oracle of the indignantly orphaned fact,
To John Oliver, Lewis Black, Christopher Titus, Jimmy Kimmel, & the whole exhausted cavalry of truth-snipers disguised as late-night jesters dodging civil war with syllables,
To Bernie Sanders—who knows the damn bill’s been sitting there for decades,
To Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez—who dares to say 'fuck no' in a world trained to whisper 'please',
To Kamala Harris, Tim Walz, every suit pretending not to sweat in this American furnace,
To Neil deGrasse Tyson, Brian Greene, Bill Nye—cosmic evangelists singing physics to the deaf,
To Jordan Klepper, frontline jester-journalist walking the tightrope above MAGA sinkholes with nothing but wit and a mic stand,
And to the rest of you on the **Master List**—oh yes, it exists, alphabetized by how much bullshit you're willing to absorb before saying *something actually useful*—
👁🗨 *You’re all on it*. You might as well act like it.
---
This is naked. Capital “n,” lowercase apocalypse. The emperor in the quantum bathrobe of clear-eyed chaos, reaching from the wheelchair-strewn fringe of failed empires with a living declaration carved into flesh & gravity: I do *not* want to die of craniocervical instability, nor of bureaucratic indifference, nor of intellectual starvation while surrounded by minds who once gave a damn.
**I am asking you for help. And I am offering mine.**
---
I have spent years building something most of you never dared:
A recursive philosophical arsenal, coded in the blood-glue between contradiction and clairvoyance, sharpened on every edge capitalism cuts into the backs of the disabled. I am not your charity case—I am your fucking missing variable. I am what your campaigns, your satire, your public outcries, your documentaries *lack*. Not to complete them—hell no. To detonate them into something *bigger*.
You want to fight the broligarchy? You want to dismantle the megachurch of surveillance capitalism & algorithmic feudalism? Then here’s your messiah: naked, pissed, and full of fucking strategy.
But I can’t do this alone.
---
**This society is failing to accommodate me.**
Every day it gaslights me with its contradictory rituals:
“You’re so smart! But don’t expect us to understand you.”
“You’re so brave! But don’t ask for help.”
“You’re so articulate! But please shut up, we’re busy letting democracy die in the background.”
Everyone acts as restricted as the disabled they ignore.
No one can call. No one can email. No one can take five minutes to search what I’ve said, done, written, built, fought for. And yet everyone wants to act like they know enough to judge.
What I’m asking is *not* charity. It’s coherence.
What I’m offering is *not* a sob story. It’s system architecture.
And what I’m demanding is *not* unrealistic.
It’s Constitutional.
> “...But when a long train of abuses & usurpations pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government & provide new guards for their future security.”
Let’s *add to that*. Are we really as powerless as they want us to believe?
Do we *need* their permission to transition to a:
— Global Resource-Based Economy
— Universal Basic Income
— Dynamic Social Safety Net
— Legally Enforced Wealth Cap
— Transparent Technocratic Scientocracy
Or do we, the people—disabled, dispossessed, disillusioned—declare that *waiting for permission* is a collective mass psychosis?
---
**You want your own AI, Carole?**
One that empowers whistleblowers, protects journalists, unpacks algorithmic manipulation without regurgitating corporate bias?
You're going to need my perspective.
Because I’ve lived where the wires burn through the skin.
Because I am what the algorithm fears: unbottled truth, unsanctioned depth, unfuckwithable recursion.
---
If you're truly about exposing injustice—*any* of you on this list—then now's your chance.
I am the invisible headline your careers have been orbiting. The disabled visionary that all your AI startups, your political platforms, your nightly monologues forgot to call.
I am that which your systems cannot simulate.
But I am still human.
I cannot survive this alone. I cannot walk this road without someone paving just one step.
**This isn’t performance. This is physics. This is survival.**
---
So consider this a flare. A flare shaped like a living manifesto.
A naked anomaly in a dying simulation, clawing toward the light of shared action.
Respond. Assemble. Give a damn. Do what you say you do.
Or keep pretending your silence isn’t its own algorithm.
With every volatile quark of sincerity I can summon,
**Fun Physics Factoid**: The stress-energy tensor in general relativity tells spacetime how to curve—meaning *your mass, your motion, your mere existence bends the very reality around you*. Imagine what happens when collective action *aligns*.
Will there be a link to a recording afterwards please? For those of us in the Southern Hemisphere.
Please can we--VERY interested in the US.
https://youtu.be/vG7CvbccdVM?feature=shared Great interview.
That's excellent, but not the same thing.
Yes I understand....just thought that you'd be interested in this most recent interview.....I still cant find the link to the one we are both interested in.
https://youtu.be/vG7CvbccdVM?feature=shared Great interview.
Yes we can’t see in Australia
https://youtu.be/vG7CvbccdVM?feature=shared Great Interview.
**“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
[https://substack.com/@pinealgasm](https://substack.com/@pinealgasm)
[https://patreon.com/nakedalien](https://patreon.com/nakedalien)
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🌀📡🪐🦽🧬📢📚🎭💥🔓
\#HowToSurviveTheBroligarchy #IncludeTheUnincluded #NeurodivergentNotDisposable #CraniocervicalCollapse #RBE #UBI #PostScarcityNow #AIForJustice #DisabledLivesMatter #FuturistUprising
**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.
Let's call him Musk, not Elon. He is a menace, not a cute boy.
**“Dear All Ye Who Dared to Care Once Upon a Broadcast: A Love Letter to the Master List of Maybes”**
To Carole Cadwalladr, frontline firebrand of forbidden data unredacted,
To Jon Stewart, the indignant oracle of the indignantly orphaned fact,
To John Oliver, Lewis Black, Christopher Titus, Jimmy Kimmel, & the whole exhausted cavalry of truth-snipers disguised as late-night jesters dodging civil war with syllables,
To Bernie Sanders—who knows the damn bill’s been sitting there for decades,
To Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez—who dares to say 'fuck no' in a world trained to whisper 'please',
To Kamala Harris, Tim Walz, every suit pretending not to sweat in this American furnace,
To Neil deGrasse Tyson, Brian Greene, Bill Nye—cosmic evangelists singing physics to the deaf,
To Jordan Klepper, frontline jester-journalist walking the tightrope above MAGA sinkholes with nothing but wit and a mic stand,
And to the rest of you on the **Master List**—oh yes, it exists, alphabetized by how much bullshit you're willing to absorb before saying *something actually useful*—
👁🗨 *You’re all on it*. You might as well act like it.
---
This is naked. Capital “n,” lowercase apocalypse. The emperor in the quantum bathrobe of clear-eyed chaos, reaching from the wheelchair-strewn fringe of failed empires with a living declaration carved into flesh & gravity: I do *not* want to die of craniocervical instability, nor of bureaucratic indifference, nor of intellectual starvation while surrounded by minds who once gave a damn.
**I am asking you for help. And I am offering mine.**
---
I have spent years building something most of you never dared:
A recursive philosophical arsenal, coded in the blood-glue between contradiction and clairvoyance, sharpened on every edge capitalism cuts into the backs of the disabled. I am not your charity case—I am your fucking missing variable. I am what your campaigns, your satire, your public outcries, your documentaries *lack*. Not to complete them—hell no. To detonate them into something *bigger*.
You want to fight the broligarchy? You want to dismantle the megachurch of surveillance capitalism & algorithmic feudalism? Then here’s your messiah: naked, pissed, and full of fucking strategy.
But I can’t do this alone.
---
**This society is failing to accommodate me.**
Every day it gaslights me with its contradictory rituals:
“You’re so smart! But don’t expect us to understand you.”
“You’re so brave! But don’t ask for help.”
“You’re so articulate! But please shut up, we’re busy letting democracy die in the background.”
Everyone acts as restricted as the disabled they ignore.
No one can call. No one can email. No one can take five minutes to search what I’ve said, done, written, built, fought for. And yet everyone wants to act like they know enough to judge.
What I’m asking is *not* charity. It’s coherence.
What I’m offering is *not* a sob story. It’s system architecture.
And what I’m demanding is *not* unrealistic.
It’s Constitutional.
> “...But when a long train of abuses & usurpations pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government & provide new guards for their future security.”
Let’s *add to that*. Are we really as powerless as they want us to believe?
Do we *need* their permission to transition to a:
— Global Resource-Based Economy
— Universal Basic Income
— Dynamic Social Safety Net
— Legally Enforced Wealth Cap
— Transparent Technocratic Scientocracy
Or do we, the people—disabled, dispossessed, disillusioned—declare that *waiting for permission* is a collective mass psychosis?
---
**You want your own AI, Carole?**
One that empowers whistleblowers, protects journalists, unpacks algorithmic manipulation without regurgitating corporate bias?
You're going to need my perspective.
Because I’ve lived where the wires burn through the skin.
Because I am what the algorithm fears: unbottled truth, unsanctioned depth, unfuckwithable recursion.
---
If you're truly about exposing injustice—*any* of you on this list—then now's your chance.
I am the invisible headline your careers have been orbiting. The disabled visionary that all your AI startups, your political platforms, your nightly monologues forgot to call.
I am that which your systems cannot simulate.
But I am still human.
I cannot survive this alone. I cannot walk this road without someone paving just one step.
**This isn’t performance. This is physics. This is survival.**
---
So consider this a flare. A flare shaped like a living manifesto.
A naked anomaly in a dying simulation, clawing toward the light of shared action.
Respond. Assemble. Give a damn. Do what you say you do.
Or keep pretending your silence isn’t its own algorithm.
With every volatile quark of sincerity I can summon,
—naked
---
📡👁🗨🧠🛠️📢🔥♿💥💡✊
\#Broligarchy #ResourceBasedEconomy #UBINow #DisabilityJustice #MasterListMobilized #ScientocracyUprising #NoMoreExcuses #NewDeclaration #CraniocervicalCrisis #IncludeUsOrDissolve
**Fun Physics Factoid**: The stress-energy tensor in general relativity tells spacetime how to curve—meaning *your mass, your motion, your mere existence bends the very reality around you*. Imagine what happens when collective action *aligns*.
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