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The Post-American Internet

I'm coming to COLORADO! Catch me in DENVER on Jan 22 at The Tattered Cover, and in COLORADO SPRINGS from Jan 23–25, where I'm the Guest of Honor at COSine. Then I’ll be in OTTAWA on Jan 28 at Perfect Books, and in TORONTO with Tim Wu on Jan 30.

On December 28th, I delivered a speech entitled "A post-American, enshittification-resistant internet" for 39C3, the 39th Chaos Communications Congress in Hamburg, Germany. This is the transcript of that speech.

Many of you know that I'm an activist with the Electronic Frontier Foundation – EFF. I'm about to start my 25th year there. I know that I'm hardly unbiased, but as far as I'm concerned, there's no group anywhere on Earth that does the work of defending our digital rights better than EFF.

I'm an activist there, and for the past quarter-century, I've been embroiled in something I call "The War on General Purpose Computing."

If you were at 28C3, 14 years ago, you may have heard me give a talk with that title. Those are the trenches I've been in since my very first day on the job at EFF, when I flew to Los Angeles to crash the inaugural meeting of something called the "Broadcast Protection Discussion Group," an unholy alliance of tech companies, media companies, broadcasters and cable operators.

They'd gathered because this lavishly corrupt American congressman, Billy Tauzin, had promised them a new regulation – a rule banning the manufacture and sale of digital computers, unless they had been backdoored to specifications set by that group, specifications for technical measures to block computers from performing operations that were dispreferred by these companies' shareholders.

That rule was called "the Broadcast Flag," and it actually passed through the American telecoms regulator, the Federal Communications Commission. So we sued the FCC in federal court, and overturned the rule.

We won that skirmish, but friends, I have bad news, news that will not surprise you. Despite wins like that one, we have been losing the war on the general purpose computer for the past 25 years.

Which is why I've come to Hamburg today. Because, after decades of throwing myself against a locked door, the door that leads to a new, good internet, one that delivers both the technological self-determination of the old, good internet, and the ease of use of Web 2.0 that let our normie friends join the party, that door has been unlocked.

Today, it is open a crack. It's open a crack!

And here's the weirdest part: Donald Trump is the guy who's unlocked that door.

Oh, he didn't do it on purpose! But, thanks to Trump's incontinent belligerence, we are on the cusp of a "Post-American Internet," a new digital nervous system for the 21st century. An internet that we can build without worrying about America's demands and priorities.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not happy about Trump or his policies. But as my friend Joey DaVilla likes to say, "When life gives you SARS, you make sarsaparilla." The only thing worse than experiencing all the terror that Trump has unleashed on America and the world would be going through all that and not salvaging anything out of the wreckage.

That's what I want to talk to you about today: the post-American Internet we can wrest from Trump's chaos.

A post-American Internet that is possible because Trump has mobilized new coalition partners to join the fight on our side. In politics, coalitions are everything. Any time you see a group of people suddenly succeeding at a goal they have been failing to achieve, it's a sure bet that they've found some coalition partners, new allies who don't want all the same thing as the original forces, but want enough of the same things to fight on their side.

That's where Trump came from: a coalition of billionaires, white nationalists, Christian bigots, authoritarians, conspiratorialists, imperialists, and self-described "libertarians" who've got such a scorching case of low-tax brain worms that they'd vote for Mussolini if he'd promise to lower their taxes by a nickel.

And what's got me so excited is that we've got a new coalition in the War on General Purpose Computers: a coalition that includes the digital rights activists who've been on the lines for decades, but also people who want to turn America's Big Tech trillions into billions for their own economy, and national security hawks who are quite rightly worried about digital sovereignty.

My thesis here is that this is an unstoppable coalition. Which is good news! For the first time in decades, victory is in our grasp.

Cha Cha Cha | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: It’s Jiyong’s birthday and after all the concerts and celebrations all he wants is to spend time with you. Little does he know you’ve planned the perfect celebration for him. Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: 18+, MDNI, unprotected p in v, fluff, established relationship (reader is married to Jiyong), cats in cute hats Author’s Note: I wasn’t going to turn this into smut, it was just going to be a goofy little fluffy thing but I can’t be controlled, guess. Enjoy this cute little bday fic for my favorite guy! Happy G Day! 

Kwon Jiyong was the hardest working man you knew. Which is why you’d been shocked to find he’d purposely left a couple weeks free on his tour for his birthday. Sure he’d had the variety show to help ring in the day, but he’d actually been doing his best to chill out before his North American and Paris dates. You were proud of him, so much so, that you’d decided your gift to him this year would be you taking care of him. 

The cake was cooling on the counter. Balloons and streamers were hung around the house and you were currently chasing the cats around, attempting to put birthday hats on them. 

Iye  had been easy, accepting his fate the second you walked towards him. But Zoa? She was tired. You and Jiyong were constantly putting her in dresses and fancy collars when all she wanted was to be left alone. After the fifth attempt you’d almost given up and put the hat on one of the Zoa plushies lying around. But you weren’t quitting, not yet. Sneaking up behind her, you finally managed to get the hat on top of her head, just as the front door rang. 

“Jagiya?” Jiyong’s voice rang out as the door closed behind him. You groaned as you wrestled Zoa into her hat.