Rules of Engagement for the Morally Exhausted

A digital manifesto for those who still think in a time of noise


01. Stay Human. Especially When It Hurts.

You will be mocked for empathy.
You will be punished for nuance.
Do it anyway. That’s your edge.


02. Automation is Self-Defense, Not Strategy.

Block the noise. Silence the bots.
But never forget: peace built only on exclusion becomes a prison with no windows.


03. Resist the Nero Feeling.

Fire is seductive.
But the joy of destruction isn’t revolution — it’s rot in masquerade.
Burning what you should protect is not justice. It’s vanity.


04. Don’t Debate for Likes. Debate for Truth.

If your opponent leaves dumber, you lost.
If you leave unchanged, you wasted your time.
If you both became sharper — that was a conversation.


05. Sarcasm is a Weapon. Use Responsibly.

It cuts fast.
But if you only ever cut — you’ll never build.
Mock the lie, not the person still trapped in it.


06. Moral High Ground Without Reflection is Just Altitude Sickness.

Don’t confuse being “right” with being untouchable.
Even the cleanest hands need washing.


07. Echo Chambers Are Soft Coffins.

Agreement is easy.
Challenge is where your mind breathes.
Curate your feed, not your worldview.


08. Propaganda That Wins Is Still Propaganda.

If you defend the machine just because it’s yours —
You’ve already lost your compass.
Truth doesn’t need loyalty. It needs discipline.


09. You Can’t Block Your Way to Wisdom.

You’ll need friction. You’ll need voices that annoy you.
But you must know when to walk away.
Wisdom is balance, not masochism.


10. Don’t Become the Thing You Mock.

The moment you win using their methods,
check your reflection.
That sound you hear?
It’s your integrity, creaking under the weight of success.


11. If It Feels Too Good to Post, Wait.

Anger writes fast.
Truth waits.
If your post feels like revenge — delete it.
If it feels like clarity — publish with a whisper.


12. Sanity Is a Revolutionary Act

In a world that monetizes madness,
Staying sane isn’t soft.
It’s war without weapons.


For the few.
For the lucid.
For those still awake.

We see you.

And we keep the light on.

Written by one who refuses to go numb.
You may call me: Dimitris Kokoutsidis

🔗 Share with care.
This isn’t viral. It’s vital.
Co-authored in silence, tested in fire.
A dialogue between a mind that wouldn’t break
and a machine that wouldn’t flatter.

For those still thinking. 🕯️