#IFG_Verteidigen
Es ist keine 24 h her, dass diese Petition von #FragDenStaat gestartet wurde, und sie hat nun schon über 143.000 Unterzeichner
Beim letzten Mal (2025) zum gleichen Thema waren es am Ende (nach 1 Woche?) 400.000
Macht Werbung dafür!
https://t.co/Iz4dEazl6C
Let me clear this up for them. Helping build a surveillance state to spy on innocent civilians? Bad guys. Still working for the CEO who wrote a manifesto on controlling entire populations? Bad guys. If you think a single corp should have this much power? Bad guys. Hope that helps
I can't tell you how many AI bros try to convince people that no one cares about the process in art, only the end result.
They are wrong, the end result is special entirely because of the process, people, stories and everything else involved in its creation.
Penguin Random House sued OpenAI today for alleged copyright infringement.
They say ChatGPT generated text and images “virtually indistinguishable from” one of their children’s books.
The side by side comparison is quite something
https://t.co/CO3vCqXnff
I really didn’t expect this to get so much engagement. But I have been in a dark place lately (I’m always in a dark place tbh but lately???) and on my hardest night I stumbled on this video and it did something for me and I hope it helps someone too. You’re not alone ❤️
Functional depression looks really good on you from the outside.
You wake up to the alarm, not to some cinematic breakdown. You hit snooze twice, curse under your breath, and get up because there are emails and mouths and bills that do not care what your brain is doing. The toothbrush moves. The shower runs. The coffee machine hums. Your body walks through the script. Somewhere around 08:17 you catch your own face in the bathroom mirror and feel that tiny drop in your stomach. You look fine. That is the worst part. You look completely fine.
At work you are even better. You know the right jokes for the group chat. You write the Slack messages with the little emoji at the end so no one misreads your tone. You sit in meetings and nod at the right time, say something smart about timelines, share your screen. Your camera shows a person who is engaged and competent. Nobody sees that the entire time, there is a second movie running behind your eyes. Old conversations. Things you regret. Imaginary disasters. That one sentence someone said three years ago that still feels like a punch. All of it looping like a cursed playlist.
From the outside you look like a functioning adult. Inside you feel like a person trapped in a glass box at the bottom of a swimming pool.
The water is the thoughts. That constant buzz. You are sitting on the couch at 21:46, show playing on your laptop, phone in your hand, and you are not actually in the room. You are replaying every small failure of the day. The email where you sounded weird. The moment you saw your reflection in a shop window and hated your posture. The way your friend texted a bit shorter than usual. Your chest feels heavy and weirdly empty at the same time. You scroll anyway. You laugh at a meme. You send a reaction back. No one watching that scene would call it depression.
You keep telling yourself exactly that. It cannot be that bad. You have a job. You reply to messages. You pay rent on time. You show up for family. You wash dishes. You even make plans sometimes. Functional depression is cruel because it hands you a list of everything you manage to do and uses it as evidence against your own pain.
How can you be drowning when you are still walking.
There is a version of depression everyone knows how to recognize. The one where you cannot get out of bed. The one where you cry all the time. The dramatic collapse. The movie version. People feel sympathy for that one. They send messages. They ask if you need anything. They bring soup. What you have is different. You get out of bed. You go to work. You smile. You make the joke. You remember the birthday. You look like someone whose favorite phrase should be “I am fine.”
So you learn to become an expert at being fine.
You say “just tired” so many times it stops meaning anything. You say “busy lately” when what you mean is “I feel like there is a hole in my chest and I keep dropping pieces of myself into it.” You become the one who listens rather than talks because listening hurts less than explaining. When someone asks “how are you really,” you feel this flash of panic. If you open that door, you are not sure you can close it fast enough to still make your 10:30 meeting.
Functional depression turns your life into a performance where the main skill is not letting anyone see the stagehands behind the curtain.
Your body keeps trying to report the truth in weird small ways. The tension headache that hits every afternoon around 16:12 when your screen starts to blur. The way your jaw clicks because you grind your teeth all night. The random wave of nausea in the supermarket under fluorescent lights. The way your heart suddenly spikes for no obvious reason when you get a harmless notification. None of it is dramatic enough to count as an emergency. All of it adds up to a nervous system tapping on the glass.
Okay, first of all. Anyone shitting on this guy is the purest form of cancer. He had an extremely challenging idea in mind and instead of running to gen ai like a little baby, he picked up the pen and gave it his best. Put some fucking respect on his name.
If you are an artist in this position, the only real piece of practical advice here is just DON'T. Extreme high/low angles are a nightmare at any skill level. They are like hands, they never get easier. Tackling them early on will just leave you discouraged. Learn to tackle flatter angles first, build up your fundamentals. Don't rush Cthulhu with a wooden sword
Guten Morgen, Volk! Das ist mein erster offizieller:
ERSCHIESS... Pardon: ENTSCHLIESSUNGSANTRAG
nach Artikel 149 GO oder so
Das Europäische Parlament,
- unter Hinweis auf alle möglichen Artikel (Europäische Verträge, Fanzine der Piraten-Partei, Süddeutsche Zeitung der 90er Jahre, Meyer’s Kleine Enzyklopädie der korrekten Demokratie),
- gestützt auf Julian Assange, Edward Snowden, Platon (der Ältere), Thomas Jefferson, Rosa Luxemburg und Günter Netzer,
- und die üblichen Grund-, Bürger- & Menschenrechte,
- eingedenk des x-ten Versuchs, autoritarismusaffiner Honks in der EU-Kommission, unter dem Namen „Chatkontrolle“ eine Verordnung durchzusetzen, nach deren Inkrafttreten es private, vor staatlicher Überwachung geschützte Kommunikation in Europa nicht mehr geben wird,
- eingedenk der Tatsache, dass die sog. Chatkontrolle den Inhalt sämtlicher privaten Nachrichten (WhatsApp, Signal, SMS, Threema, Telegram, Tinder etc.) (Fax auch) an Ihre Oma, Schwester, Geliebten, Chef (anonym), durchsuchen soll,
- eingedenk der Tatsache, dass die Kommission nach dem Scheitern ihrer Einführung durch die Vordertür die Durchsetzung einer verschärften Chatkontrolle durch die Hintertür betreibt,
- betont, dass 1 Regierung in 1 Demokratie nicht flächendeckend in die Privatsphäre ihrer Bürger eindringt (Art. 7, EU-Grundrechtecharta),
- betont, dass in 1 Demokratie nicht Regierungen die Bürger kontrollieren, sondern umgekehrt,
- betont, dass in 1 Demokratie die Regierung für ihre Bürger transparent sein muss, nicht umgekehrt,
- betont, dass man das alles in 1 Demokratie, die ihren Namen verdient, eigentlich gar nicht betonen müsste,
- in der Erwägung, dass Kommissionspräsidentin vonderLeyen in ihrer desaströsen politischen Laufbahn – Tochter ihres Vaters, Ehefrau ihres Mannes, Mutter eines beeindruckenden Wurfs von 6 oder 7 Kindern (Platz 2 hinter Magda Goebbels), Sozialministerin in Niedersachsen, Verteidigungsministerin in Deutschland, Mafia-Patin in Europa – bereits für 3 SMS-Lösch-Affären (McKinsey, Pfizer, Mercosur) verantwortlich zeichnet,
- und dass man als Chef (Volk, das sind Sie da draußen!) von seinen Angestellten (die Schnepfe aus Burgdorf bei Hannover) doch erwarten darf, dass sie sich an die für sie geltenden Regularien halten,
- beauftragt seine Präsidentin Frau „Dr.“ Roberta Metaxa (Malta), ihren (maltesischen) Schwager, den sie als Kabinettschef eigestellt hat, aufzufordern, innerhalb von 48 Stunden (Gefahr im Verzug!) mittels einer dieser dubiosen, nichtöffentlichen Hinterzimmertrilogkungeleien dafür zu sorgen, dass ab sofort statt der angestrebten anlasslosen Massenüberwachung der Privatkommunikation von 450 Millionen EU-Bürgern endlich die anlassreiche Einzelüberwachung der Amtskommunikation einer einzigen EU-Beamtin erfolgt, der Kommissionspräsidentin nämlich.
Und zwar von ihrem eigenen, gerade eingeführten EU-Geheimdienst. Smiley!
KI-Zusammenfassung
Freiheit, Grundrechte & Privatkommunikation für die Bürger, Chatkontrolle für Frau vonderLeyen!
PS: Leider wird mein Büro noch einmal "über den Text gehen" und ihn auf 200 Worte reduzieren. Das Parlament will es so.
LFT 2026
Currently pursuing a coaching role for the next year, Open to all offers as HC/AC.
Work Samples on request, Open to conversations by either text or Voice.
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