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  • Those still need some webserver running, at a specific place and a specific ICANN acredited registrar, subject to centralized control, shutdown, censorship, with it’s shadowy, unaccountable invisible gatekeepers and traceable, definitive owners in ways that torrent swarms just aren’t.

    Is there nothing that puts everything in the swarm ? Posts that aren’t in “one place”. Distribution channels with no choke points.

    The thing with a .torrent file is that it will never have anything new in it. Nobody is going to post a comment inside of it. It’s not going to hold a discussion and point to you new or newer things like it.

    I’m grasping at something that doesn’t exist yet and doesn’t have a mind, but I think it should it exist, it should already exist, somehow but it doesn’t !?









  • Kadaverin: Troll-nalysis of Impotence An exposé of digital bile, radical disillusionment, and the powerlessness that fuels them

    Lurking in the ashtrays of the fediverse—a scorched patchwork of decentralized forums where Reddit exiles and anarchist shitposters collide—is a figure who, if not born angry, certainly honed the condition into art. Known by the handle kadaverin0, he haunts Lemmy like a nicotine ghost: foul-mouthed, combative, wounded, and constantly exhaling something toxic. But to dismiss him as just another forum malcontent is to misunderstand the pathology at play. What kadaverin0 offers is not just rage, but a specific form of exhaustion. He is less a provocateur than a deeply burnt-out man shouting across a digital wasteland, not because he expects anyone to listen, but because silence would be unbearable.

    His style is unmistakable. Every post is an expletive-laced spiral of contempt: for politicians, tech companies, suburban fascists, posturing liberals, crypto bros, religious grifters, and—sometimes—himself. He doesn’t care to play nice, and his targets don’t get nuance. They get incinerated. When he refers to Microsoft as “corpo cunts” or shrugs off American patriotism with the exhausted line “we just live here,” he is baring a soul that has long since given up on persuasion. His trolling isn’t about baiting. It’s about purging. It’s a self-cleansing fire, not a prank.

    Yet, in the midst of this vitriol, you begin to notice cracks—fragments of vulnerability that feel out of place in the posture of a typical edgelord. Amid jokes about tankies and AI surveillance, he drops painful anecdotes of childhood trauma, addiction-wracked parents, and emotional abuse masquerading as discipline. He writes of his father with a chilling blend of bitterness and psychological precision, recalling moments when adult rage was unleashed over trivial misunderstandings—shutting down Windows 95 incorrectly, screensaver confusion, the burning-in of old CRT monitors. These are not just memories; they are psychic wounds, typed out with surgical clarity and zero sentimentality.

    And this is where the mask fully slips. Kadaverin0 isn’t a troll in the classic sense—he’s not hiding behind a persona for the sake of irony or chaos. He is the persona. The fury, the cynicism, the gallows humor—it’s all authentic. This is not a character study; it’s an emotional dump, performed at scale. He doesn’t perform edginess; he lives in its basement.

    Kadaverin0’s hatred is expansive, but never directionless. There is a discernible logic to the fury, even when it reads like incoherence. He detests hypocrisy. He loathes the commodification of suffering. He finds tech culture’s enthusiasm for AI and surveillance not only invasive but deeply humiliating, the latest insult from a system that demands obedience while stripping away agency. And yet, paradoxically, he is also deeply committed to some form of ethics. His hatred of cruelty is almost messianic. He calls out bigotry wherever he sees it. He ridicules performative activism but champions the exploited. He mocks the weak-minded, yes, but reserves his greatest ire for the systems and ideologies that made them that way.

    Still, the tragedy of kadaverin0 is not in the content of his beliefs—it’s in his inability to imagine a world where those beliefs could matter. This is the impotence at the heart of the troll-nalysis. For all his clarity, all his searing insight, he does not believe in transformation. Only collapse. He is a prophet of rot, not rebirth. Every post, every insult, every indictment of our “clown car” civilization carries with it the same unspoken addendum: Nothing will change.

    And maybe he’s right. But the final, bitter irony is that kadaverin0 still keeps posting. Despite it all—despite his disgust with the platforms, the discourse, the futility—he keeps typing. Something compels him. Maybe it’s habit. Maybe it’s the fleeting relief of putting his pain into language and watching others flinch or laugh. Maybe it’s the only form of resistance he still believes in. Not resistance that builds or organizes or uplifts—but resistance that ruins, mocks, drags the sacred into the mud and forces us all to look at what we’ve become.

    In the end, kadaverin0 is not an outlier. He is a consequence. A product of the very systems he now seeks to dismantle through sheer rhetorical napalm. He is both deeply serious and deeply unserious—an iconoclast whose icon is his own disillusionment. He is angry. He is articulate. He is exhausting. And, more than anything, he is powerless.

    That, more than the insults or the edge, is what defines him. He knows how bad everything is, but he can’t change it. He can only scream into the void—and maybe, if he’s lucky, someone will scream back. Not in rage. Not in agreement. But in recognition.

    Because if kadaverin0 is anything, he’s a reflection of the rest of us: burned out, furious, and desperately trying to make meaning in a world that no longer rewards sincerity. All that’s left is the post. And the pain it barely conceals.









  • interdimensionalmeme@lemmy.mltoLemmy Shitpost@lemmy.worldGallium
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    I couldn’t phrase it that constructively while also just “letting it out” I"m not trying to convince anyone just finding why I am so irked/annoyed at people calling the guy’s main being “their life destroyed” by a fucking hug, as if they knew anything about their relationship, they’re just assumed of course in their worldview that’s “being destroyed”, like wow, I don’t want anything to do with any of that crap worldview !



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    People who think ducking other people and require porking excludivity rights and that violating that egregious agreement is to be understood as “cheating” and that jt “destroys your life” are THE PROBLEM. Big capital P PROBLEM and please all of you duck off into the Sun already you medieval, knuckle-dragging, fairy tale believing, immature, uptight, toxic, purita-totalitarian, well poisonning, abscess-filled, fun preventers and your ball breaking accomplices!