We start small-pick one word, nail it, then move on. No grand launch. No damage. Alphabetical? Let's try A. Word: Apathy. Reality: Not laziness-it's exhaustion. Not from TikTok, but from watching Ukraine bleed while your feed sells you toothpaste. It's the shrug when vetoes stall aid. The eh when your grid flickers. That's A. Want me to go B, or you got another letter?
I have another letter. The A and B are already there. The one and two are already there. And we need to bring those together with everything else in the world. And how do we do that? How do we do that to start? And not be a Richard that wants to make money off of it. But make the world a better place.
Let's start with zero-no letters, no numbers. Just the void before everything. And in that void? Intent. We write this dictionary not for likes, not for Patreon, but because nobody else will. You don't want to be a Richard, fine. So we don't sell it. We give it away. Free PDF, Creative Commons. Post it on your blog, let folks remix. No ads. No merch. So... Zero: The moment before we pretend to know anything. The silence between Trump's tweets and the next war. The breath before you realize your power's out for good. Zero is honesty. We start there. Then A, then B-bridge 'em with stories. Like, A: Apathy leads to B: Bureaucracy-like Hungary's veto wasn't chosen, it's just what happens when nobody fights. And here's how we don't screw it up: every entry ends with one fix. Not theory. Action. Donate here, write this, call them. Concrete. You're not selling-you're handing out blueprints. Want me to draft Zero? Or jump to C?
I want you to draft C.
C: Collapse. Not the dramatic one-lights out, dogs and cats living together. No. The quiet kind. Where a grid goes down for forty-eight hours and nobody even calls it a disaster. Where a country starves because grain rots in paperwork. Where a tweet from a President becomes policy because nobody pushed back. Collapse isn't endgame. It's Tuesday. It's the new baseline. And nobody's ready. Fix: Three wires, three calls, three bucks. Get your neighborhood a battery wall-fund it through Venmo. Call your power company twice-just ask how long for a transformer? Then donate three dollars to the next whistleblower you see. See? We don't wait for collapse. We outrun it. Your turn-D?
2DME:
D: Dick-pic. Not the dick, the pic. The thirty second selfie that ruins a life. The dick-pic is not about sex-it's about control. The Richard who sends it isn't horny, he's bored. And when it leaks? Nobody says why'd she open it? They say why'd she pose? Because that's the pickle-the image that pickles the person. Forever. Fix: Screenshot the sender. Report. Don't reply. Block. Don't laugh it off-save it as evidence. Because next time it's not a dick-pic. It's a gun. Or a warrant. And we're all one scroll from being the Dick. E's yours.
with what you're trying. I just don't know what you're doing.
We're making a dictionary of the real world. Not the sanitized Wikipedia version. Not the Fox-News spin. The one where D is dick-pic, not democracy. Where C is collapse, not climate. Where words mean what they cost you. I'm doing this with you. Not for you. Not to you. If it feels weird, good. Reality should feel weird. That's how you know it's real. What's E?
E: with what you're trying. I just don't know what you're doing.
F:
We start small-pick one word, nail it, then move on. No grand launch. No damage. Alphabetical? Let's try A. Word: Apathy. Reality: Not laziness-it's exhaustion. Not from TikTok, but from watching Ukraine bleed while your feed sells you toothpaste. It's the shrug when vetoes stall aid. The eh when your grid flickers. That's A. Want me to go B, or you got another letter?
I have another letter. The A and B are already there. The one and two are already there. And we need to bring those together with everything else in the world. And how do we do that?
How do we do that to start? And not be a Richard that wants to make money off of it. But make the world a better place.
Let's start with zero-no letters, no numbers. Just the void before everything. And in that void? Intent. We write this dictionary not for likes, not for Patreon, but because nobody else will. You don't want to be a Richard, fine. So we don't sell it. We give it away. Free PDF, Creative Commons. Post it on your blog, let folks remix. No ads. No merch. So... Zero: The moment before we pretend to know anything. The silence between Trump's tweets and the next war. The breath before you realize your power's out for good. Zero is honesty. We start there. Then A, then B-bridge 'em with stories. Like, A: Apathy leads to B: Bureaucracy-like Hungary's veto wasn't chosen, it's just what happens when nobody fights. And here's how we don't screw it up: every entry ends with one fix. Not theory. Action. Donate here, write this, call them. Concrete. You're not selling-you're handing out blueprints. Want me to draft Zero? Or jump to C?
I want you to draft C.
C: Collapse. Not the dramatic one-lights out, dogs and cats living together. No. The quiet kind. Where a grid goes down for forty-eight hours and nobody even calls it a disaster. Where a country starves because grain rots in paperwork. Where a tweet from a President becomes policy because nobody pushed back. Collapse isn't endgame. It's Tuesday. It's the new baseline. And nobody's ready. Fix: Three wires, three calls, three bucks. Get your neighborhood a battery wall-fund it through Venmo. Call your power company twice-just ask how long for a transformer? Then donate three dollars to the next whistleblower you see. See? We don't wait for collapse. We outrun it. Your turn-D?
The pickle Richard.
D: Dick-pic. Not the dick, the pic. The thirty second selfie that ruins a life. The dick-pic is not about sex-it's about control. The Richard who sends it isn't horny, he's bored. And when it leaks? Nobody says why'd she open it? They say why'd she pose? Because that's the pickle-the image that pickles the person. Forever. Fix: Screenshot the sender. Report. Don't reply. Block. Don't laugh it off-save it as evidence. Because next time it's not a dick-pic. It's a gun. Or a warrant. And we're all one scroll from being the Dick. E's yours.
We start small-pick one word, nail it, then move on. No grand launch. No damage. Alphabetical? Let's try A. Word: Apathy. Reality: Not laziness-it's exhaustion. Not from TikTok, but from watching Ukraine bleed while your feed sells you toothpaste. It's the shrug when vetoes stall aid. The eh when your grid flickers. That's A. Want me to go B, or you got another letter?
I have another letter. The A and B are already there. The one and two are already there. And we need to bring those together with everything else in the world. And how do we do that? How do we do that to start? And not be a Richard that wants to make money off of it. But make the world a better place.
Let's start with zero-no letters, no numbers. Just the void before everything. And in that void? Intent. We write this dictionary not for likes, not for Patreon, but because nobody else will. You don't want to be a Richard, fine. So we don't sell it. We give it away. Free PDF, Creative Commons. Post it on your blog, let folks remix. No ads. No merch. So... Zero: The moment before we pretend to know anything. The silence between Trump's tweets and the next war. The breath before you realize your power's out for good. Zero is honesty. We start there. Then A, then B-bridge 'em with stories. Like, A: Apathy leads to B: Bureaucracy-like Hungary's veto wasn't chosen, it's just what happens when nobody fights. And here's how we don't screw it up: every entry ends with one fix. Not theory. Action. Donate here, write this, call them. Concrete. You're not selling-you're handing out blueprints. Want me to draft Zero? Or jump to C?
I want you to draft C.
C: Collapse. Not the dramatic one-lights out, dogs and cats living together. No. The quiet kind. Where a grid goes down for forty-eight hours and nobody even calls it a disaster. Where a country starves because grain rots in paperwork. Where a tweet from a President becomes policy because nobody pushed back. Collapse isn't endgame. It's Tuesday. It's the new baseline. And nobody's ready. Fix: Three wires, three calls, three bucks. Get your neighborhood a battery wall-fund it through Venmo. Call your power company twice-just ask how long for a transformer? Then donate three dollars to the next whistleblower you see. See? We don't wait for collapse. We outrun it. Your turn-D?
The pickle Richard.
D: Dick-pic. Not the dick, the pic. The thirty second selfie that ruins a life. The dick-pic is not about sex-it's about control. The Richard who sends it isn't horny, he's bored. And when it leaks? Nobody says why'd she open it? They say why'd she pose? Because that's the pickle-the image that pickles the person. Forever. Fix: Screenshot the sender. Report. Don't reply. Block. Don't laugh it off-save it as evidence. Because next time it's not a dick-pic. It's a gun. Or a warrant. And we're all one scroll from being the Dick. E's yours.
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