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The Singapore government is trying to block access to social media posts (some featuring videos, many in Chinese) warning citizens that their nation is being overrun by ethnic Indians.
The content originated on China-based platforms such as Douyin, Rednote and TikTok.
Singapore handles foreign information operations with unusual clarity and decisiveness. It identifies them early, then compels platforms to block the content so it never reaches Singaporean eyes.
I remain skeptical that this game of censorship whack-a-mole can ever be fully won, but there is real value in ministers publicly naming the source and explaining exactly why these narratives are subversive.
The narratives being peddled claim that Singapore’s multiracial model is just a “facade” to placate Western sensibilities, and that the country has really always been anchored by its Chinese-majority demographics.
They assert that “Singapore’s culture is fundamentally Chinese,” and that the government’s decision to distance itself from Beijing while ignoring the “threat” of a growing Indian community will end in disaster.
The videos portray the Chinese majority as under siege by an increasingly powerful Indian minority, including politicians. They single out President Tharman Shanmugaratnam, of Indian heritage, and warn that “curry concentration” (yes, really) is eroding Chinese cultural dominance.
This coordinated push arrived immediately after Senior Minister Lee Hsien Loong’s recent viral remarks in China where he reminded Beijing that Singapore-China ties are based on “mutual benefit and shared interests, not ethnicity.”
He drew a clear red line saying that Singapore is sovereign and not an overseas extension of the PRC. Chinese netizens and state-aligned voices reacted with indignation, framing it as ingratitude from “ethnic kin” who should show deference to the motherland. The subtext was clear: how dare Singapore prioritize its Indian, Malay, and other communities over blood-and-soil solidarity with the CCP?
Connect the dots to Beijing’s broader information warfare against Israel, the United States, and others, and the pattern becomes clearer. Especially since Oct 7th, Beijing has weaponized antisemitism as a wedge issue.
On its tightly censored platforms, state media and influencers have let Hitler memes, "Jews control America" conspiracies, and Nazi comparisons proliferate unchecked. This all has spilled out into global social media.
What is the goal? Fracture the West, erode US-Israel ties, poison diaspora debates, sow domestic discord, and paint America's alliances as puppets of a shadowy cabal. It's created and amplified because it distracts, divides, and weakens the very coalition (MAGA) containing Chinese expansion.
Now, apply this same lens to the sudden surge of anti-Indian content in Singapore and even in the US, particularly targeting tech circles. While organic frustrations (H-1B abuse, cultural friction) exist, the volume, timing, and precision point to deliberate seeding.
Amplify resentment against Indian professionals and you damage the American-India tech alliance, the most credible long-term hedge against China dependence. It disrupts supply-chain diversification and poison talent pipelines in Silicon Valley.
In Singapore, the same operation pits the Chinese majority against the Indian community, weakening society from within. This should be recognized for what it is: classic United Front work in the digital world. It's low-cost, high-impact subversion with plausible deniability.
China doesn’t need naval fleets in the Strait of Malacca when it can export ethnic poison to fracture societies from within. A divided Singapore becomes a less reliable financial and technological anchor for US interests in Southeast Asia. A majority-Chinese Singapore riled up by Indian invasion narratives becomes more inclined to embrace the ethnic ties to the motherland and advocate for deepening Singapore's ties to the CCP.
Likewise, a fractured US-India partnership keeps supply chains tethered to the PRC. Stoked antisemitism keeps the West chasing ghosts instead of confronting the primary challenge of our era.
Western democracies cannot and should not copy Singapore’s blunt censorship model. But we must learn from its vigilance.
We are all being targeted by sophisticated, state-driven influence campaigns designed to exploit our existing fault lines.
Recognizing the playbook is the first step toward resisting it. The price of complacency is a more divided, weaker, and more easily manipulated world.
Tom Felton was 13 when they bleached his hair and handed him a decade inside the biggest movie franchise on the planet. By his mid-twenties he was parked at a dive bar in LA most nights, drinking pints before sundown with whiskey chasers. His agents, his managers, his girlfriend, his lawyer, they all showed up for an intervention. Sent him to a rehab facility in Malibu that cost $40,000 a month. He walked out after one day.
He went through several more rounds over the next couple years. Then in 2021, he collapsed on live TV at a celebrity golf event and got carted off the course. He was 34.
Emma Watson (Hermione in the original films) pushed him to be honest about all of it in his memoir. The book hit #1 on the New York Times list. In it, Felton wrote: “To this day I never know which version of myself I’m going to wake up to.”
That’s the guy who just reached out to 14-year-old Lox Pratt, the kid cast as the new Draco Malfoy in HBO’s Harry Potter reboot.
And he didn’t give him acting tips. He told Pratt “this is your journey,” then just gave the kid his phone number. In case he ever needs to talk. Radcliffe wrote a letter to the new Harry. Grint wrote one to the new Ron. All three original stars reached out. But i keep thinking about Felton’s version of this, because he’s the one who knows what the fame actually does to you when nobody’s watching.
He’s 38 now and playing adult Draco on Broadway (literally 400 meters from Radcliffe’s own show, which is kind of wild). On a podcast this week he called the social media pressure these new kids will face “inconceivable.” When Felton filmed the originals, they shot on actual film. The mic boom guy was a 70-year-old rolling cigarettes between takes. No Twitter. No comment sections. No millions of people with opinions about a child’s performance in real time.
The HBO series drops Christmas 2026. Seven seasons planned. A full decade of filming. Lox Pratt is the exact same age Felton was when all of this started for him.
And the man who barely survived what comes after just handed the kid his number and said “I’m there.”
Netanyahu posted a proof-of-life video. People said it was AI because he had 6 fingers. He posted another one ordering coffee and showing 5 fingers. People said that was AI too because the coffee didn't spill.
We've crossed a line we can't uncross. The same AI tools that can generate a convincing fake of anyone on Earth have made it impossible to prove anything is real.
The technology that was supposed to give us more information has made all information less trustworthy.
This isn't about Netanyahu. Every world leader, every CEO, every public figure now lives in a world where "that's AI" is an unfalsifiable response to any evidence.
Proof of life now requires multiple videos, press witnesses, and cafe Instagram posts. People still don't believe it.
We built tools so powerful that seeing is no longer believing. Nobody has figured out what replaces it.
> be niantic
> launch Pokemon go
> 500M players scan real-world places while playing
> scans turn into 30B geo-tagged images
> niantic builds a 3D map of the world
> robots and AR apps use it to navigate within centimeters without GPS
this is actually insane.
be Sam Altman
> kid from St. Louis, Missouri
> grows up in a middle-class family
> comes out to his parents at 8 years old
> discovers computers and never looks back
> spends high school convinced he’s supposed to build something
> nobody can tell him what, exactly
> just a feeling he can’t shake
age 19: Stanford
> studies computer science
> learns more from side projects than class
> realizes the whole thing is a detour
> drops out after two years
> one idea already louder than everything else
2005: co-founds Loopt
> location-sharing app
> lets friends see each other in real time
> raises $5M from Sequoia
> launches at SXSW, gets buzz
> gets the technology exactly right
> misses the timing
> smartphones aren’t everywhere yet
> grinds through pivots for 7 years
> sells for $43M in 2012
> not a moonshot
> but he learns everything
2011–2014: becomes a spotter
> joins Y Combinator as a part-time partner
> bets early on Airbnb, Stripe, Reddit, Dropbox
> builds a reputation for being brutally direct and rarely wrong
> gets a feel for what founders look like before they’ve won
2014: handed the keys
> becomes President of Y-Combinator at 28
> youngest ever
> scales batches from 40 to hundreds
> turns it into the most powerful startup factory ever built
> starts thinking about problems bigger than startups
2015: the long bet
> co-founds OpenAI
> mission: make sure AGI benefits all of humanity
> most people think it’s idealistic
> some think it’s naive
> he doesn’t care
> for years it looks like a research lab with good intentions
> then everything changes
2022: ships ChatGPT
> released as a quiet research preview
> 1 million users in 5 days
> 100 million users in 2 months
> fastest-growing consumer product in history
> zero traditional marketing
> the world changes over a long weekend
2023: the year the board fires him
> Friday afternoon, no warning
> walked out of his own company
> Brockman resigns within hours
> 700+ employees sign a letter threatening to quit
> Microsoft offers him a new lab on the spot
five days later:
> reinstated as CEO
> walks back in wearing a visitor badge
> posts a photo of it
> never says a bad word about anyone who fired him
> not once
2024–2026: AGI on the horizon
> GPT-4o, o1, o3, Sora
> raises $6.6B
> announces Stargate: $500B AI infrastructure project
> most valuable private AI company on earth
> still moving like someone with something to prove
Sam Altman is basically:
> a Midwest kid who dropped out after two years
> ran his first company for 7 years for a modest exit
> became the sharpest pattern-matcher in Silicon Valley
> co-founded the most important company in the world
> got fired from it on a Friday
> got his job back by Tuesday
> never flinched once
he made one long bet in 2015 that most people laughed at and it turned out to be the most important company built this century
yo so just to recap the most INSANE week of 2026 (and how 99% of it was caused by 1 fucking company 😂):
- U.S. starts war with Iran, kills supreme leader khamenei USING CLAUDE (anthropic) to facilitate it.
- anthropic tells pentagon to “fuck off” for trying to use claude for mass surveillance - public loves it - claude hits #1 in app store BUT THEN
- Trump blacklists their ass RIGHT BEFORE openAI swoops in to steal the ENTIRE DEAL becoming the flagship ai model of the U.S. military in <24hrs
- Anthropic then accused china of hacking claude but it backfires - public calls them hypocrites (dario’s losing hair at this point)
- boris cherny (creator of claude code) sees all this drama, yawns and ships 4 BANGER products that threaten OpenClaw’s market share on personal agents
- then anthropic’s Head of ‘Special Projects’ saw this and shipped a feature that lets you steal memory from chatgpt and upload it to claude in <60 seconds - switching costs to claude went to ZERO.
- oh yea and openAI raised $110B, jack dorsey replaced 4000 jobs with AI, Perplexity became the default AI assistant for Samsung phones(!) and Nvidia CRUSHED earnings
my entire job is to keep up with AI and i’m fucking exhausted
see you at market open tomorrow!
the fucking wildest 7 days in U.S. defense history
- pentagon revealed they used Claude to capture venezuelan president Maduro
- pentagon demands anthropic gives them unadulterated access to claude for mass surveillance and autonomous killing weapons
- anthropic says “fuck you”
- trump blacklists them calling them woke pussies, Pete Hegseth designates them a “supply-chain risk”
- Openai swoops in with better terms stealing anthropic’s deal, securing ChatGPT as the military’s preferred ai model.
*5 hours later*
- U.S. starts war with Iran and kills supreme leader Khameini
insane timeline.
You could get DSA into RI, then RJC, then Harvard scholarship then get a high-earning corporate job. Jestermaxx out a mid SMU psychology girl that's 1/4 Peranakan but still looks Chinese enough for your mother's approval. Get married and accept she's going to gain 15kg of extra bodyweight after 3 kids. Put your salary and savings into crypto, NVDA and TSLA early and flip your bloodline from mid-tier Sinkie Chinese to New Money Sinkie. Get a nice GCB and hire a 7/10 Indo maid named Dewi that you occasionally sniff the scent off down the hallway but don't touch because you're a Good Christian Man.
Send your kids to international school so they don't have a sinkie accent and are raised as part of the new elite and not the permanent grab driver underclass. Hate your wife for giving you a daughter first but you have two sons (one seems gay because you argued with her too many times while she was pregnant) so at least the bloodline is somewhat secured. You've been racist enough at the dinner table that he probably won't fall for a brown girl and will bring home one that's yellow or white. The marriage falls into a loop of presenting niceties to your church community and colleagues, but you sleep in separate bedrooms. Except when there's friends staying over, then the middle of the bed remains cold and frigid, your wife's body and yours left untouched with separate duvets.
Your only heterosexual son chooses to leave Singapore for Australia after he couldn't get into a good university and you sent him to Perth and he fell in love with an Aussie libtard barista with purple dyed hair. Half her family are bogans that you met on a road trip to Margaret River where you spent 70% of it deeply intoxicated due to work stress while your son drove you from BnB to BnB. You don't understand his fascination with angmoh women but his gf dyed her hair back to brunette out of courtesy and you begin to have a normal relationship with your potential daughter-in-law. She even laughs at you saying she uses chopsticks well. Your biological daughter hates that you detested her for being female and changed pronouns after you sent her to New York for a liberal arts degree. She seeks to inherit your estate but you're not sure how that will work with the Mandate of Heaven. Your gay son moved to the YooKay and sends you text tirades of how much he detests your wealth but the only way he doesn't block you is giving him a stipend to pay off his overpriced Kensington flat each month. At least he never dated a Malay boy, you whisper, as you hear your wife blowing her nose from chronic hypothyroidism after the years of a loveless marriage. Thank God for separate bedrooms, you say.
Your wealth generates enough interest to sustain several sugar babies. You read about Melvin Lim getting busted in his office and laugh at his terrible opsec. No one knows about the Vietnamese, Russian, and Thai mistresses, you think to yourself as you stare at the ceiling on your Tempurpedic that you got at a discount at King Koil. Your cute Indo maid that's a single mother, you've visited her daughter's kampung close to the Ring of Fire and even left her enough money to pay for her entire primary schooling. You've still never touched Dewi as a good Singaporean Man. But there's a bit of mould in your room even though it's worth millions. You'll call the contractor tomorrow. The lines on your forehead that weren't there when you first got your money seem to be getting deeper each day. You've got a longevity expert that says your vitals are fine yet your heart remains filled with a sense of emptiness.
You age. Decades pass. Your gay son somehow discovered Ray Peat when he went to a sauna gathering in East London and reverted to heterosexuality. Turns out it was just the parasites and unfiltered tap water. He looksmaxxed and somehow seems to be a better inheritor of the estate than both the lesbian daughter and your first son. Your first son has been hit by the Norwood Reaper but at least his Eurasian kids are cute and get preferential treatment in Singapore. You suspect your Golden Rice Bowl might be ripped to shreds when you finally pass. Your ex-colleagues and business network look at your grandchildren with jealousy as they go home to their robot harems, devoid of human company. The new Scarlett Johansson model just came out, and the Chinese bootleg has self-cleaning genitals. They've released a new Neuralink update that simulates the peace and quiet of a GCB even if you're in 2-room HDB in Aljunied so you're kind of worried that the GCB might be worth nothing in several decades. But that's still in the future. You're 88 now and they're projecting life expectancy to be 200. You just might make it.
But now your children start to clamour for your estate and their pound of flesh. The mistresses you have stay the same age, while you pay a specialist to smuggle Chinese peptides from Bangkok to Singapore. Your favorite Indo maid is now a grandmother. Her daughter became a single mother and took over the housecleaning in the GCB, while her mother does the cooking. She's older now but she's still the round-eyed, sweet-scented brown woman that looked at you with love, understanding and sadness after the hundredth argument with your wife about money and happiness. You treat Dewi's daughter better than your angmoh daughter in law and your wrinkled, longsuffering wife wonders why CNY reunion dinners are always so quiet even with wagyu sashimi, caviar kueh pie tee and abalone yusheng on the dinner table. At least the grandchildren still talk to you.
It's 2100. You've outlived your wife. The funeral is ornate, elaborate, and you shed a single tear watching the pearl white robots wheel her casket into Mandai crematorium. It's time, you say. Time to have the life I always wanted beyond all this, you quietly whisper as you hear your grandchildren crying. You pay for a jailbroken Claude Opus hybrid agent that's connected to a nanorobot quantum mechasuit to quietly bequeth most of your wealth to your lesbian daughter as she was the one that proved her business acumen. Artificial wombs became mainstream, so all your children did secure the bloodline with your bags of fiat. But you realize your sons could never live up to your shadow, and thus - you choose to leave them in the darkness of their human fragility.
But you've secretly slipped Dewi life extension pills for all these years. Her telomeres remain long, her vitals still youthful. On a quiet night before Christmas, you write a letter to your daughter detailing the steps to protect the Rice Bowl. For your sons, you leave them both 30 pieces of silver each. For your grandkids, their future is safe. It's time to go. Dewi steps into the robot mechasuit with you as it transforms into a nuclear powered submarine. Nanorobots. The power of a thousand suns is finally in the palm of your hand. Off the coast of Pulau Ubin, the both of you descend into the ocean's depths, in search of worlds unknown. Free at last, you say. Free at last.
You could do this all. But you will not.