The Local-First Manifesto: Reject All Social Media and Reclaim Reality Enough. We say no to the endless scroll. No to the digital puppeteers. No to any social media—centralized or decentralized—that steals our time, steals our minds, and steals our souls. This is a call to arms for a Local-First Movement: a rebellion against the digital empire that colonizes our lives and destroys what makes us human. Social media is a poison. Whether it’s Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, or the slick new decentralized playgrounds like Nostr and Pubky, the result is the same: fragmentation, distraction, hollow connection. These networks profit by enslaving your attention, trading your privacy like currency, and reducing your life to data points on a screen. We refuse to be slaves to feeds, likes, reposts, and zaps. The algorithms do not serve you. They serve themselves — and the unseen masters behind the screens. Every notification is a chain. Every swipe deepens the prison. The “decentralized” label is a lie if it still drags you into digital noise and chaos. We stand for locality. For the face-to-face conversation, the neighbor’s wave, the shared work of a community bound by place, not pixels. The Local-First Movement is about choosing real human presence over virtual simulation. We reject the manufactured connections of social media and reclaim our time, our focus, our space. We fight for our minds and spirits. Social media is a machine designed to numb your will and cloud your thoughts. It breeds comparison, envy, and vanity — cultural poisons that erode our roots and cloud our vision. We take back the power to think deeply, to pray silently, to live authentically. We defend our privacy and sovereignty. No network, no matter how decentralized, should have access to the details of your life. Your data is not a commodity. Your identity is not a product. We reject the permanent digital trails and invisible surveillance embedded in every platform. This is a movement of resistance, of choice, of freedom. We declare our homes, neighborhoods, and local communities as our true networks. We build our worlds outside the screens. We choose flesh over pixels, presence over distraction, reality over simulation.

Smash the Gym. Own Your Body. Forget the machines. Forget the mirrors. Forget the gym’s fluorescent prison. You don’t need cages, cables, or clanging metal to be strong. Your body is the original weapon. Raw, brutal, unmediated power lives inside you—waiting to be unleashed. Gyms train slaves. They chain you to routines, memberships, and artificial challenges. Machines force you into robotic movements, killing real strength and making you weak. You trade freedom for numbers on a screen and the approval of strangers. True strength comes from the ground up. Lifting logs, dragging rocks, climbing walls, sprinting wild. Using your whole body, in real spaces, on your own terms. This is how warriors are made. Break your chains. Tear down the gym walls in your mind. Own your body, master your movement, and build power that no machine can fake. No more memberships. No more waiting in line. No more fake strength. Rise up. Move raw. Be free.

Mattresses Are Bullshit. Sleep on the Floor. Wake up. Your mattress is a trap. A soft, sinking coffin that wrecks your back and twists your spine into knots. Every night you lie there, you’re letting your body break down. The floor doesn’t lie. It doesn’t bend or sag. It forces your body into alignment or breaks you trying. It’s brutal, but it’s honest. It’s the only surface that respects your spine and clears your head. Stop coddling weakness. Stop feeding the mattress industry’s lies. Stop pretending that comfort equals health. Drop the mattress. Drop the excuses. Sleep on the floor and rebuild your body from the ground up. No fluff. No bullshit. Just hard, raw rest.

A Manifesto Against Cell Service We refuse to be leashed. We reject the silent chain of cell towers and contracts, the expectation that we must be reachable at all hours, tracked by invisible networks, and billed for our own captivity. Cell service is not a convenience. It is a bargain struck with our attention, privacy, and freedom. Every ping, buzz, and ring is a demand to surrender the moment you are in. Every tower handshake logs your location. Every byte of metadata is fed to corporations that treat your life as a product. The world survived centuries without a signal. So will you. Emergencies can be handled with foresight: Wi-Fi calls, messaging apps, landlines, meeting times and places agreed upon in advance. The rare life-or-death moment is not worth the cost of being owned by a carrier every hour of every day. To cut the cord is to reclaim your time. To decide when you are reachable, instead of being hunted by notifications. To break the illusion that you must be always on, always responding, always traceable. We do not owe the world constant access to us. We do not owe corporations our data, our patterns, our movements. And we do not owe the price of our own surveillance, dressed up as a phone bill. Turn off the towers. Cancel the plan. Find out what life feels like when the signal goes dead — and you can finally hear yourself think.

GM to those who muted me

I unmuted someone yesterday because I thought they were noshole, now I have to find out who it really was and mute them again