Kpop Demon Hunters: meaningful art or genAI slop?

So, yesterdayish, a post announcing the launch of OpenAI in Korea started making the rounds online. This post also said that one of the creators of the song “Soda Pop” from KPop Demon Hunters had asked ChatGPT for advice on how to make it “more bubbly” while writing it.

the post in question from yesterday

…A lot of the fandom imploded over it—largely with outrage and disgust, which helped a tiny bit of the sting, because at least I wasn’t alone in my dismay—myself very much included.

a screenshot of a few consecutive posts from different Bluesky accounts posting yesterday and expressing distress and/or disdain at the idea of genAI having been used in Kpop Demon Hunters

Mine was a fairly quiet implosion.
I might’ve heard a little piece of my heart crack ominously, like ice, at the idea that one of my favorite pieces of media of all time might be tainted by cheaters using stolen work. 🥲

I thought, said, and posted things like, “I feel nauseous and betrayed” and “how miserably appropriate that we find out the demon boy bands’ songs actually are made from stealing the souls’ work of actual artists.”

A lot of other fans imploded in a different way—almost like they were embarrassed, and trying to distance themselves from their previous unbridled enthusiasm for the movie. I saw lots of posts and comments to the effect of “I always thought that song seemed soulless”, or “I never liked that one”, or “I didn’t get the hype anyway”, or “always was a vapid song”, or “I always hated that earworm.”

A collage of a few of the posts in the KPDH tag on Bluesky yesterday

I…do not have the ability to turn on a dime like that. 😬🤷🏻‍♀️

Much as I’d like to drop anything that might have a chance of genAI bot-rot slop in it, much as I’d swear I heard my heart crack at the idea that my favorite movie might be tainted with it, I can’t pretend for a second that I don’t think the movie and the songs in it didn’t all do a fantastic job at what they set out to do.

Because look, the thing is, yeah, “Soda Pop” is kind of shallow, poppy, earworm crap.
…it’s also very clearly that on purpose.

I can’t listen to a song and enjoy it without looking up and drilling down into the lyrics—with a background in both anthropology and poetry, that sort of thing is my jam.
And the thing is, for what it is and what it’s trying to do, “Soda Pop” is perfect.

Like with “Your Idol”, the Saja Boys’ songs embody a lot of the most toxic aspects of “traditional” relationships, and the lyrics of both are straight up portraits of abusive codependency.
I didn’t mind that “Soda Pop” was a little insipid, that’s the point—it’s satire of the gross and weirdly dehumanizing songs aimed at girls that boy bands have been churning out since they came into existence. (ex: that deeply creepy One Direction song with “you don’t KNOW you’re beautiful, that’s what MAKES you beautiful” ie “hey girl, your low self esteem is what makes you attractive to me, so definitely don’t develop or display any confidence in yourself!” 🤢)

I don’t love the song as a song, it’s literally about wanting to consume your partner to sustain yourself, but as social commentary in musical form, I thought—and honestly, whether AI is really involved or not, I can’t stop thinking—that it was making a really insightful and self-aware joke (not a “ha ha” joke, a satirical joke about power dynamics, much like the minhwa pieces featuring the tiger and magpie were in their own time) about how soulless and predatory that whole pop scene often is/can easily be, to the point where, in the movie, literal demons can sing about wanting to consume the audience, and the audience doesn’t notice anything strange, just laps it up and thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

a screenshot from the Wikipedia article on KPDH, including a picture of a tiger and magpie minhwa

The possibility that AI made its way into a movie that feels so cleverly, lovingly, and intricately handcrafted makes me feel sick, but I can’t just…act retroactively like I didn’t and don’t think it did a fantastic job at what it was trying to do. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I can’t pretend it didn’t absolutely slap as both a fun movie and an actual piece of meaningful art, even if admitting I love something that might’ve been created in ways that are fundamentally opposed to my moral compass feels gross and humiliating.

I went to bed last night with a heavy heart at the idea that somehow, these creators, whose so clearly lovingly-woven creation I adore so much, used AI (and therefore stolen work from other creators) to make the movie.
I’ve watched it literally hundreds of times now; I have spent hours looking up new little facets of things I notice in it each time, things that turn out to have cultural significance, in a way that teaches me things when I go to look them up.
The level of attention to detail, the loving intricacy, all the layers of ancient and pop culture, in this movie are so impressive—I kept thinking that it feels too human for AI to have touched much of it, but the nauseating question lingered in my head: if one songwriter on the team used it, where else did genAI creep in? What else in this work did it taint?

Eventually, I slept.

…and then I woke up today to find out that the whole thing was likely entirely a hoax. 🤪

today’s post, kindly sent to me by a mutual who saw me fretting about this on Bluesky

It was seemingly based on either an accidental mistranslation of an article or an intentional one to get more hype for AI in Korea—the situation isn’t entirely clear yet. 🤷🏻‍♀️

a screenshot of a post discussing the possibility of an AI mistranslation of the original Korean article into English

I definitely breathed a sigh of relief anyway.

a screenshot of a Reddit megathread about this topic

But a part of me also still worries that, even if this one thing wasn’t true, we’ll find out that genAI did taint some other part of it, or that the idea of it being a hoax will turn out, itself, to be a hoax. 😬😓

a screenshot of a Bluesky post summarizing the situation and then a meme saying “the internet was a mistake”

My trust feels once-bitten; a seed of worry has been planted.

a screenshot of a post on Bluesky summarizing the likely misinformation issue and observing the fast spread of misinformation

My comfort movie is no longer quite as comfortable—and probably never will be again, at least unless the creators come forward with a formal statement that genAI wasn’t used.

a screenshot of a post on Bluesky of a user expressing a desire for the KPDH team to make a statement on whether or not the OP was a mistranslation

I spiraled a little when I realized that we’re likely never going to get to take in and enjoy a piece of art again without having to second-guess if it’s actual art from actual people, or if it’s slop made of stolen art from thousands of people, chewed up and spat out in our faces.
I hope more movies start taking a stand and including the “no generative AI was used in the making of this film” thing in their credits. Knowing no artists were stolen from in the making of something matters.

I have come to accept that, at least in this instance, I probably can’t know for sure. 😮‍💨

Maybe they did ask ChatGPT how to make the song “sound more bubbly”; I don’t have proof one way or the other.


But what I can do, and have done over the last few months, is read a decent bit into the background of a lot of the people who worked on this movie, and about the fact that many of them have been waiting a very long time to be able to make this movie—to have the platform, the tools, and be given the chance to say what they wanted to say and show what they wanted to show.

The thing is, I sincerely cannot imagine THAT team—


The team who spent like 4 years crafting this movie (and however many before that dreaming up the things that eventually became this movie), this fantasy that is an absolute love song and homage to Korean culture as what it is in the now, both full of meaningful ancient heritage and simultaneously on the cutting edge of so many things, from tech to pop music—

a screenshot from the Wikipedia article on the production of KPDH

This piece of absolute art that says, like an adult child to a grandparent, “I love you so much, and this is not to hurt or disrespect you, but some old traditions and expectations, especially how we handle things like fear and shame, have to change as we grow and change”—

a screenshot of the Wikipedia article on KPDH, discussing some of the movie’s themes

The team that understood their industry and audience so well that the Saja Boys’ songs from it have even taken off in real life in the same order as they did in the movie, with “Soda Pop” luring a lot of otherwise-disinterested folks in with its innocent poppy vibes first, and “Your Idol” sealing the deal with its own diabolically insightful appeal later—

a screenshot of part of the Wikipedia article on KPDH, discussing the characters’ journeys through their costumes’ visuals

The team that designed intricate norigae for each of the HUNTR/X girls to reflect their personalities, and gave each of them a different, historically and spiritually significant, demon-fighting weapon; who bothered to give each Saja Boy a different type of shoe that reflects their personas in the “Your Idol” scene; who have talked in interviews about the fact that they actually bothered to make sure to capture distinctly Korean facial expressions, especially mouth movements, as well as subtle linguistic mismatches, that are specifically created by speaking Korean as a first language

a screenshot from the Wikipedia article on KPDH discussing the traditional Korean elements of the characters’ costumes
another screenshot from the Wikipedia article on KPDH, discussing animating the mouth shapes of Korean-speaking characters

I cannot imagine THAT team being like, “oh, actually, yeah, let’s let the robotic theft machine make our masterpiece instead.” 😒

That feels…ridiculous. 🤷🏻‍♀️

The level of attention to detail, the loving intricacy, all the layers of ancient and pop culture, in this movie…it feels too human for AI to have touched much of it. It would be such a waste—of all their skills, and of the opportunity.
Moreover, it would be an admission from every artist who used it that they didn’t have the skill or dedication to actually make the art they worked so hard to get a chance to make.
If a couple people who worked on it ran a question or two about it past ChatGPT, or used another of the thievery machines in some way, that sincerely sucks. I hope they didn’t.

But even if a few did, it still feels to me like all the fundamental and meaningful parts of this creation were made by actual human beings expressing things about their cultures, lives, and experiences. If any bot-rot did touch it, it could, at most, have only done so on a superficial level, once its substance was already well-formed.

So, I can’t know if some of the folks working on it were slimy lil art thieves, no—but I can and do know that the core creation that I love has been in the works since before the genAI bot-rot boom, and the team who made it did so because they spent their lives actively wanting to make art and tell meaningful stories.

To me, that suggests that a hefty majority of those people—who made it to where they are in their fields before genAI was available, btw (and therefore likely had to spend years actually developing and refining their creative skills instead of pretending that entering a prompt is a creative skill—are not going to have wasted finally having a platform to express themselves and tell their story by just giving that opportunity away to an incompetent art theft machine instead.
Maybe we’ll find out otherwise, but. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Call me an optimist. 😮‍💨🤞🏻✨

a screencap from KPDH in which Derpy is hopefully nudging Jinu’s hand, trying to get him to take the bracelet he got with Rumi

Dear probably-comically-underpaid FBI/NSA underling interns…

Dear comically underpaid FBI/NSA underling interns having to comb through all the things of mine and my silly little friends that the AI bots flag for you, satirical and serious alike:

I am not suspicious! Nay—I am but a noisy little wheel that spins nowhere!
I’m too disabled to leave my home and be troublesome!
I’m just a smol lil writer with the constitution of a wilting victorian maiden!
Yes!
Yes, I, I am just—
Just a poor, disabled lil silly writer, simply a cartoon mouse with brain damage!
Just a sellout comedian writing mad nonsense for monetized engagement!
Just saying anything online for clicks, yes!
All simply an effort to buy soup, soup for my family! 🙃

a clip from the show Parks & Recreation, showing Jean-Ralphio and Mona Lisa Saperstein dancing right in front of their own fake funeral while singing “don’t be suspicious, don’t, don’t be suspicious”.

Truly, I hope they waste lots of resources figuring out that I’m too disabled to even make my own meals and shower without supervision, let alone do any direct street action. That I talk so much because I’m a BEAUTIFUL LIGHTHOUSE, not a BATTLESHIP AT SEA. I exist to blast light into the dark, to guide my people on their way, to do what I can to keep them safe.

Cuz you know the thing I can do when I’m mostly homebound and bedbound and too sick-scrambled to do anything else useful?
I can make VERY LOUD NOISES while my community gnaws away at the straps of their boots and does the direct action I can’t.
I can sit here in bed, and I can laugh loudly in the face of fascism and try to make you laugh, too.
Fascism cannot survive not being taken seriously, and it relies on advance compliance based in fear.

I do know they could come for me. My loved ones remind me often, because they worry.
Speaking out, loudly and often, is dangerous, even with an audience as small as mine.

The funny thing is, I have spent SO LONG being terrified of EVERYTHING. I was raised in a town that called me a “darkie”, and where my classmates repeatedly terrorized me and tried to end my life between classes for being too queer, fat, dark, and/or nonChristian.

It’s funny that fascists are giving me my first ever access to freedom from that endless, pantophobic fear, just by making me—us—being afraid of them a key point in their agenda. Their plans REQUIRE us to be too afraid to live loudly as ourselves in front of them, too afraid to call them out for being stupid and horrid, too afraid to laugh in their flaccid, grey-orange faces.

I refuse to be complicit in their agenda; thus, I must release my fear.

I can’t pretend it’s not there, but I can learn to feel it and let it flow through me until its power over me diminishes.
With every incoherent, verbose monstrosity of a personal essay and bitingly sardonic antifascist shitpost I make, I become minutely stronger, and fascism’s hold becomes minutely weaker.

the sunset from my balcony tonight

If they ever do come for me, don’t stop laughing at them, don’t ever give them the control they want.

Because here’s the thing: we are predatory apes who evolved to cooperate, to share responsibility and work in communities, all so that we can bask in the sun, make art, make love, eat delicious fruit, drink clean water, write poetry, get care when we’re injured or ill, and generally enjoy our existences.

Not one of us was made to live in fear or poverty or shame for who we are, let alone made to line somebody else’s pockets with surplus while we live in deprivation with our necks under their boots—not ONE. I got a degree in anthropology, okay, and I swear, the majority of the population living as wageslaves without hope of a better life beyond MAYBE being able to afford the cost of living someday is *not* part of human nature, it is a carefully manufactured way of life, instituted by greedy people who had a head start and no sense of empathy or moral backbone.

Emerald Rose perform Rudyard Kipling’s “A Pict Song” – I find this especially amusing, as it’s situationally apropos, but also, my ancestry is filled with Picts and Romans, and the song is also being played by my dad’s band.

They don’t listen when we speak, they condemn our peaceful pushback, and sometimes it feels so hopeless that I want to scream.

But it’s not. If it were hopeless, they wouldn’t need their propaganda. They wouldn’t need us frightened of their power. They wouldn’t send 2,700 troops to try to suppress one city of people to instill fear in the rest of us.

(Which is, of course, RIDICULOUS. The NeoNazi Cheeto Man needs almost 3k troops to even begin to TRY to quell ONE CITY of queers, actors, and immigrants? The people he says are lesser than *his* people? Ha! What a loser. Does he try to add random pieces to the board when he’s losing at chess, too? Wait, he can’t play chess, he can’t even find his own butt with both hands. And I say this as someone who has brain damage and can still confidently say that at least I’m not *that* brain damaged. Put that man in a diaper and a padded room and give him some soup. Possibly to the face, still canned.)

So, yeah. Seriously, hilariously? Laughter is powerful. Laughter is a reminder that they do not control the narrative inside us, no matter how much media spin they buy. We must laugh in their faces at the idea that the world was made for anyone to rule, let alone that any among us were made to be their disposable labor force.

a refrigerator magnet haiku from my fridge, reading: “flowers break concrete / revolution must blossom / destroy and create”

We must laugh at the very idea that their fascist order is natural, meaningful, or anything but a pathetic farce played out by greedy imbeciles grabbing endlessly for more at the expense of the entire rest of the human community.

We must laugh, even with blood on our teeth and fear nipping at our heels.

We must be wilder than fear.

NeoDadaist protest thoughts? Idk, you figure out how to title it, I’m very tired.

As…let’s say, a writer, yknow, looking at…the narrative of our attempts at resistance to fascism? Yeah, as a WRITER, looking at the NARRATIVE. I truly think folks have got to get more unhinged with protesting. 

(Not violently—I’m not promoting violence, imaginary legal team!)

Just absolutely UNHINGED. Feral. Utterly off our nut. 

Yknow, if this were a story, I mean. All that follows this? It is all a story. A hypothetical, satirical piece of dystopian metafiction. Really! I’m an author. No, honestly, I am, look it up. Totally an author, totally just speaking in literary evaluation of the plot of American antifascist efforts as narrative content. Absolutely, totally.

But, yknow, *as a story,* it’s missing something. 

And that something? 

Is A CEASELESS TORRENT OF BEAUTIFUL, CHAOTIC MADNESS. 

We should start showing up to protests with bagpipes and drums and kazoos and *refusing to stop making them make noise* until we get human rights back. 

“You! Officer! Where is all this drumming coming from?”

“Um. We’re working on it, but. It seems to be coming from EVERYWHERE, sir? Some of them are just drumming from home with the windows open. Others are blasting the drums over car speakers. We’re getting reports that workers are stopping mid-task to start banging things against whatever’s nearby to join in.”

“Nonsense, officer! People wouldn’t leave their jobs to do something so nonsensical! Round up these troublemakers! And for god’s sake, stop whoever’s strangling that goose!” 

“Well, we did actually secure the initial bagpiper, sir, but several more immediately started up. The echoing is making them very hard to locate, and some seem to just be dummy ones—just speakers blaring bagpipes from rooftops and people’s pockets.” 

Can’t play the bagpipes? Got no rhythm?

That’s not a bug, that’s a FEATURE! 😀

“Officer! What’s going on? Our server crashed, and the phone lines are all tied up with noise complaints.”

“We keep detaining drummers, but now the ones still out there are all playing different beats. It’s—well, frankly, it’s pure katzenjammer, sir.”

Like…wear face paint. 

Wear masks. (Please, as a disabled person who can’t join street action largely because people don’t mask en masse, WEAR MASKS.)

Wear glitter. 

Wear COSPLAY. Seriously, the more ridiculous and recognizable the better. 

Dance and drum in the street. 

Bring the kids. Bring the grandparents. Bring the wheelchairs. 

Stand outside and SCREAM.

“WHAT is that unholy racket, officer??” 

“Well, sir, there seem to be a bunch of people dressed as superheroes, robots, and cartoon characters swarming the streets. They were originally just marching and doing TikTok dances to the drums, but when we got them surrounded, they all just kinda…stopped, and stood still. And then—then, well—“

“Spit it out, officer!” 

“They just started screaming, sir. Shrieking, really. This unholy, unnerving shrieking. All of them, all at once. If one pauses to breathe, the others just continue.”

“And? What are you doing about it?” 

“Well, sir, we were about to deploy tear gas and firehoses, but they have an outer perimeter of children, pregnant women, the elderly, and people in wheelchairs.”

“So what?”

“Well, sir…it’s just, the optics. There are quite a lot of news vans and people filming on cell phones. Several well known drag queens are dressed as famous princess and superhero characters, and appear to be acting as independent broadcasters, describing the scene in character as if they’re really characters under attack by evil forces, sir. Initial responses from the public are…not quite in our favor.“

And when you stand up to be chaotic, don’t think like individuals. 

Think like family. Everyone resisting is your sibling, whether you like each other and get along or not. 

Think like community. You pull up the person beside you if they fall. You feed them if they’re hungry and you have food; if you don’t, you find food together. 

Bring all the resources we have access to. 

Spend our own time, our own money, our own resources. 

We need to organize and bring and share everything we can, and make a real push like it MATTERS. 

If not now, when? 

Once they’ve thinned our numbers even more?

No, it’s time to stand outside and scream.

If you can’t go outside and scream, scream from inside. Drum from inside. Play bagpipes from inside. Hang speakers out the window and blast the sound of chaotic pixie giggling at full volume. 

“Hmph. Well, they’ll have to stop shrieking to eat and sleep eventually. Surround them, officer; we’ll wait them out.” 

“Um, well, sir…”

“What NOW?” 

“We would, sir, but they seem to be sleeping in shifts, and, well…they apparently brought provisions. Folks from the local Renaissance Faire and SCA are directing the setup of what looks like a long-term encampment. Several port-o-potties were dropped off, seemingly donated. Large tents have been erected, places for people to rest, and they’ve got doctors and pharmacists who seem to have brought medical supplies to distribute as needed. Several food trucks with their logos and licenses covered have parked in a makeshift rear guard to their forces, and are distributing food and water, seemingly for free.” 

“FREE? There’s no such thing as a free lunch, officer! Don’t they know how the world WORKS?” 

“Well, sir, the one food truck worker we managed to detain said that a bunch of grocery store and restaurant workers donated expiring food that was still good but required to be thrown away. Apparently there’s quite a lot of it? Anyway, that’s how there’s so many more of them than expected—they’re offering free food, and somebody seems to have informed the students.”

“Which students, officer? College? Primary, secondary?”

“Well…all of them, sir? College students have been flooding in ceaselessly—we’ve spotted flyers advertising free food posted all around local campuses. But more than that, sir. Apparently several teachers, parents, and school cafeteria workers have joined forces, and are listing the school lunch debts of anyone who joins them as paid, and giving them all free food for the duration of the protest.” 

Staying quiet and staying home will not save a single one of us, it will only doom us to live whatever’s left of our lives cowering in fear and living as something other, lesser, than ourselves. 

Now is the time to be our truest, weirdest selves, loudly, together.

We need to get CREATIVELY WEIRD. 

If you can’t contribute traditionally, if you can’t leave home to join in, contribute from home and contribute BIZARRELY. 

“This is absurd, officer. We are the LAW! What about the K-9 units?”

“Uh, well, we’re working on it, sir, but the dogs are refusing to approach the perimeter, and there’s a really weird smell. One of the guys is a hunter, and he recognized the smell—he said they seem to have surrounded the perimeter with…uhh…predator pee, sir.” 

“WHAT?” 

“Apparently, the…uh, the urine of stronger predators discourages dogs from approaching? We got a few of the more veteran dogs to ignore it, but apparently the protesters include a bunch of hiking-and-dog lesbians and gay guys from the pup community, who thought it would be funny if they brought a bunch of dog whistles.”

“Dog whistles, officer?”

“Yes, sir. The really shrill ones that dog trainers use? They keep blowing them, and between that and the urine perimeter and the noise of the drums and bagpipes, the dogs are going haywire, sir. On top of that, the sides of the food trucks have been armored with old phonebooks and strips of old tires, and the cooks keep throwing meat scraps to reward the ones who ignore our orders.” 

If you see an opportunity to toss some glitter in the gears of the machine, do. 

If you see chaos starting, add to it (without adding violence.)

The machine of fascism relies on human cogs being able and willing to show up and do the stuff they’re told. If you mess with the functionality and authority of those cogs, make their day to day lives harder, they machine turns a LOT less smoothly. 

When I say to add chaos without violence, what I mean is, gum things up. 

Inconvenience the stormtroopers. 

Stand between the machine and somebody being crushed by it. 

Do you work in a lunchroom? Did that kid take a lunch without paying for it? No, they didn’t. If somebody asks questions, it would be a shame to play as dumb as they pay you like you are. 

Do you work in a chain grocery store? Did that person pocket food and leave the store quietly? No, they didn’t. If somebody asks questions, it would be a shame to play as dumb as they pay you like you are. 

See ICE or DOGE show up? It would be hilarious and very silly and also has been proven effective to stop and shriek and point at them and start shouting variations on, “oh my god somebody call the police, there’s masked terrorists with weapons over there!” It would be extra silly to tie up the phone lines calling to report those masked terrorists to the authorities. 

Work in a corporate or government building? It sure would be a shame if an open can of tuna found its way into the CEO/higher up’s air vents. If somebody asks questions, it would be a shame to play as dumb as they pay you like you are. 

Are you a SW whose clients include hypocritical politicos or neoNazis? Sure would be a shame if you accidentally recorded them and sent proof of their hypocrisy to their wives/mothers/adult offspring/entire workplace. 

Got an old junker? It’d be crazy to rip the plates off, file off the VIN, go park it in between protesters and aggressors, and leave it with the speakers blaring The Hanging Tree or Ke$ha or Bob Dylan or The Wiggles until the batteries give out—so definitely don’t do anything like that. 

You know what really messes with cameras, so you definitely shouldn’t utilize to shield yourself? Highly reflective surfaces, including mirrors and sparkly clothes and fans and parasols and glittery makeup! Also? Laser pointers. So definitely *don’t* use those near cameras or drones—unless you *want* to mess with them, which would be very silly and naughty and none of *my* business! 🙃

“This is ridiculous, officer! Food trucks? Bagpipes? Break through their lines and arrest these hooligans!”

“Well, sir, we’re working on it, but they seem to have made a perimeter barricade of boxes of expired soda, and a bunch of junkyard workers and construction folks just showed up to reinforce it with truckloads of old tires and cement. Children in cute costumes are climbing the tire stacks like jungle gyms and…well, they’re playing kazoos and waving banners with hearts on them and blowing bubbles at the riot police, sir.“ 

“BUBBLES, officer? Our forces are being undermined with BUBBLES?”

“Yes, sir. They seem to have several bubble machines, too, and are using dry ice to create fog as well, so our drones are having trouble getting clear images. Several people seem to have glued pieces of mirror to umbrellas, and it’s doing crazy things to the light and making it nearly impossible to get clear visuals. They also seem to have t-shirt cannons, and they’re using them to shoot down the drones with balled up Pride flags, as well as the flags of Palestine and Ukraine. From what little we CAN see, most of them are masked, or wearing respirators, and the ones who aren’t seem to have their painted faces, or are in full furry mascot suits. Footage and facial recognition are useless.” 

It is so important that we begin to push back in ways that are NOT “through the proper channels.”

The reason the folks in charge want us to use those is because they control the proper channels, and know that they don’t work unless they LET them work. 

Again, not suggesting anything violent, just beautifully weird and authentic and very, VERY annoying. 

We don’t have to *destroy* fascism like it’s an anime villain or video game boss. 

All we really have to do is *uproot* fascism’s hold, and all we need to do *that* is to be WEIRD and LOUD and UNGOVERNABLE and IN THE WAY.

We just have to be punk. Punk is ANYTHING that flips a bird to the fascist status quo in protest (without actively hurting anybody. Again, imaginary legal team, I would never suggest that.)

We must be like hobbits facing the spreading darkness of Mordor. 

We must be like Picts, the thorns in the side of Rome. 

We must be like the protagonists of the stories of freedom and revolution that we were raised on, who touch our hearts and unite us all.

Do you think Sailor Moon and Luke Skywalker and Katniss Everdeen and Aragorn, son of Arathorn and Alanna the Lioness and The Doctor would be proud of you? 

It’s time to make SURE they would be.

“Furry…mascot suits, officer? What are you even saying?”

“Well, sir, uhh…people in fursuits are setting up sound and light equipment in the center of the protesters, and beautiful young women in cosplay are carrying baskets and going around handing out earplugs and eye shields to protesters who request them. I—well, I think the drums and bagpipes were just a prelude, sir. They’ve tapped into the electrical grid, and they have ENORMOUS speakers painted with trans pride flags.” 

“HA! Showing their ridiculous colors now. Do they really think we’ll be afraid of furry DJ freaks?”

“Uh, well. Um…”

“SPIT IT OUT, officer!” 

“Well, sir…they’ve, uh, they’ve sent all the traffic lights in the city haywire somehow, sir. Cell phones aren’t working correctly, and local government websites are crashing. Apparently they’ve hacked into several government databases and replacing lists of targetable minorities and dissenters with the code for DOOM.” 

“What are you even TELLING me, officer?”

“I—well—some of the men are saying that the IT and finance furries have joined the resistance, sir.” 

“The IT and finance—furry, what—I—that is the TERRORIST REBELLION, officer! Not the RESISTANCE.” 

“Uh, right, sir. The terrorist rebellion of…costumed children blowing bubbles and people dressed as fluffy animals and superheroes playing music and dancing.” 

“They are DEFYING THE LAW, officer! They are a public nuisance, and a threat to our ability to maintain order!”

That’s the real threat to fascism, you see. 

Not violence or perfect strategy—chaos and humor. 

The atmosphere of nervous silence that fascism relies on is broken by laughter, by song, by dance, by silliness of any type. 

The idea fascism relies on, the thing that makes up its backbone, is the idea that its leaders know and control the Way Things Are Done. 

If we start doing unhinged madness instead of things they expect, we replace the order of fear with the chaos of absurdity. 

There is risk in even silly resistance. 

There will always be risk. 

I am talking about this largely because I am too immunocompromised and disabled to join in street action, so the only way I know to contribute is to speak out from home. Just doing *that* is a risk. 

All we can do about that is make it just as risky for them to try to silence us.

And the thing is? 

They’re human beings, they’re our sons and brothers and coworkers. 

And they’re as vulnerable as we are.

“I can’t disagree with that, sir. They’ve bribed away half my squad to join them already.” 

“WHAT? With WHAT?” 

“Well, sir, they have beautiful women and femboys in cosplay dancing and blowing kisses and holding up signs offering free hugs and free food if they hand over their sidearms and join them. And sir, the food? It uh. It smells REALLY good.” 

“WHAT did you say, officer?” 

“It’s mouthwatering, sir. The smell. It’s like all the ethnic minorities we’ve relegated to underpaid foodservice jobs have decided to abscond with supplies from work and come feed the resista—uh, rebellion.” 

“Just get in there and PUT THOSE DEVIANT FREAKS DOWN, officer!”

“Well, I would, sir, but…uh, well…my mom and my wife apparently joined them after I went to work this morning, and, uh, well…my kid is dressed as Captain America and, uh…blowing bubbles at me from the barricade. My wife’s last text to me said ‘Magneto was right’, whatever that means, and that I have two hours left to join her and the resistance, or she’s going to leave me for ‘someone brave enough to do the right thing instead of just doing their job.’ Sorry, sir; I’m out.”

a photo of a refrigerator magnet haiku, reading: “mushroom children laugh / tyranny only unites / every bloom beneath”