Corporations aren’t moral or immoral. They’re empty machines built for one purpose: profit. That’s the creed. That’s the rot.
So when CBS axed Colbert, when ABC gagged Kimmel, when every network pre‑emptively bowed — they marked themselves. They showed us exactly who they serve.
And then came the Amazon wedding. Lauren Sanchez clutching her bouquet of cash like a saint of excess while U.S. aid cuts left infants dying. A gilded celebration in a graveyard. The truest image of our age.
So we hit them where it matters: the ledger.
No fire. No bullets. Just attention, dollars, and clicks. A million tiny refusals that snowball into a boycott big enough to make the machine choke.
When brands become liabilities, the market corrects itself. Trump, Musk, Thiel, Zuck — their empires can be voided like bad transactions.
But it starts with us. With starving the beast.
This is the boycott: a living list of collaborators and profiteers — banks, telecoms, gas stations, grocery chains — every company cashing in on the collapse.
Use it. Share it. Add to it. Every name is a pressure point. Every withheld dollar is a strike.