The hardest part isn’t the rants. It’s the simulation they built around us. The algorithm rewards the same low-grade anger on a loop and quietly starves anything that doesn’t fit. You can keep posting. You can keep building. You just won’t be seen unless you play along.

They call it “freedom of speech, not reach.” Translation: yell at the wall. The ones who get the push are either useful or harmless. Everyone else gets the quiet treatment and is never told why. Some of the kids notice. Most just assume their work was never good enough.

I don’t take sides. Both of them change the rules mid-game and then act surprised when the whole thing looks like a joke. If the dispatches land, fine. If they don’t, at least the whiskey still works.

The real question was never what I think of any of this. It’s who the fuck you are when the feed goes quiet.