Is your business drowning in software costs, tools that don't work together and privacy
risks?
Meet Federated Computer, a complete business suite built to simplify your tech stack.
Why do forward-thinking companies switch to Federated?
No per-user fees, unlimited users.
Save up to 75% by replacing tools like Zoom, Slack, Google Workspace, and more.
One platform means less contact switching and more productivity.
100% private.
Your data stays yours.
Fully customizable with open source flexibility.
Whether you are a lean startup or growing enterprise, Federated adapts to your needs.
So you save more, work smarter, and protect your business.
Ready to simplify your business software and increase profits?
Schedule a free demo and see how Federated can transform the way you work.
Federated Computer.
Streamline.
Save.
And scale.
Big Brother is watching you, George Orwell, 1984.
Sarah sits alone in her dimly lit apartment, staring at a laptop screen, her voice trembling
with a mix of fear and defiance.
The year is 2025 and the Trump administration's data sharing initiatives with Palantir are
in full swing.
Big Brother is watching you, that's what they used to say, right?
Just words in the book we read in high school, something about a dystopia that felt so far
away.
But now?
Now I feel it.
Every click, every word, every thought I've shared, it's all out there, stitched together
by some AI monster called Foundry, run by Palantir.
They're watching me.
Me.
Sarah Thompson, a nobody, a third grade teacher from Ohio who's never broken a law, never
even gotten a parking ticket.
All I did was post on X, just one post saying I didn't agree with the mass deportations.
I called them cruel, said they tore families apart.
It wasn't even that viral.
Just a few likes, a couple of retweets, but that was enough.
It started small.
My bank account froze last week.
No explanation.
Just a vague email about suspicious activity.
Then my health insurance got canceled.
Poof.
Gone.
Right when I needed a refill on my asthma meds.
I called the Social Security Administration, thinking it was a mistake.
But the agent said my records were under review.
Under review?
For what?
I've paid my taxes my whole life.
Then yesterday I got a letter from the school district.
They're investigating me for anti-American sentiments based on my social media activity.
My job's on the line, my savings are locked, and I can't even afford my inhaler.
I did some digging.
Probably stupid, but I had to know.
Turns out the Trump administration signed an executive order in March 2025, something about
eliminating information silos.
Sounds harmless, right?
But it's not.
It's Palantir, that creepy tech company slurping up every piece of data about me, my taxes,
my medical history, my student loan payments, even my location for my phone.
They're building what the news calls a master database.
Cross-referencing everything to create a profile of who I am.
And because I dared say something against their policies, I'm flagged.
A potential critic.
Maybe even a domestic threat.
That's what the reports say they're doing.
Targeting people who speak out, using AI to hunt us down, like we're criminals.
I keep thinking about my students, Lil' Emma, whose dad got deported last month.
I hugged her when she cried, told her it'd be okay.
Now I wonder if that's in my file too.
Some algorithm marking me as a sympathizer.
What's next?
Will I show up at my door?
Will I lose my home?
I've read about Palantir's $113 million in contracts since Trump took office.
Plus that $795 million pentagon deal.
They're not just watching immigrants.
They're watching all of us.
Every American.
Every detail.
All in one place, ready to be weaponized.
I spoke up once and now my life's unraveling.
Brick brother isn't just watching me.
He's coming for me.
And I'm terrified there's nowhere left to hide.
Facial recognition confirms suspect identified.
Freedom terminated.
Yo, they're watching.
They're tracking.
Your life's on the screen.
Pay tax.
Got yourself a digital dream.
Palantir's cross in the government's grip.
Sucking up your data.
Watch your freedom slide.
I'm just a man living paycheck to pain.
Caught in their web.
Now they're spinning my name.
A deep fake fidget.
They frame my face.
Now I'm cuffed in the dark.
Lost in this case.
Innocent, don't guilty.
Man, that's just a lie.
When AI's the jury and the truth pushed aside.
Palantir's got eyes in the sky.
No shame.
Data mod in my life.
Turning hope to a fly.
Down the camera's late.
The version of truth.
Cops don't care.
They just follow the code.
AI says I'm guilty.
So the gavel's bestowed.
Palantir's watching every move that I make.
Surveillance dates are safe and it's ready to take.
They're in your abs.
You DM's your dream.
My thoughts collide.
No lawyer, no justice.
Just a system that lied.
My face on their screens.
But it ain't my crime.
What Palantir's algorithms keep sticking my time.
Demining your data.
Every step that you take.
Every word that you speak.
Every choice that you make.
This ain't just my fight.
It's a war for us all.
When the government's boot makes the...
Innocent fall.
Yo, America, wake up.
See the chains on your wrist.
Big tech's got your freedom in the digital fist.
Peaceful rebellion.
Yeah, we'll fight with our voice.
Take back what's ours.
Cause we still got a choice.
They're watching your kids.
Your wife, your home.
Drones in the sky.
You're never alone.
Every click's a confession.
Every post's a sin.
They're building a prison you're already in.
But I see the spark in the hearts of the free.
You're fire that burns for all liberty.
But I feel the pulse in the hearts that resists.
I spark in the fires that burn through their fists.
Back in court, but the deck's been stacked.
AI's the witness and the truth's been hacked.
My life's on trial.
But I'm holding my ground.
Screaming for justice.
But it's nowhere to be found.
They're watching you too.
Every move in the scope.
Palantir's penoxic.
Constrangling your hope.
But I've been these bars.
For the ones who still fight.
For the dream of a nation that's bathed in the light.
This ain't just my story.
It's the spark of a flame.
A call to the people to reclaim your name.
They're done to feed cow.
Let your voices collide.
With the rebels to freedom.
It ain't done it.
They locked up my body.
But my soul's left my soul.
Will I break free?
I'll be crushed by their game.
The truth's still out.
They're ready.
Suspect status.
Unresolved cases still pending.
Now, you listened to the podcast here.
If you were listening live,
you would have noticed that about half that song got cut off.
Because I didn't time it right.
And the station takes hard breaks
and hard switches for scheduled programming.
If you listen live routinely,
you know that I do this like every episode.
Every, every week.
And so the podcast, you do hear a lot more.
Like I'm going to play one more song
and then we're going to call it quits.
But first I want to tell you,
go check out federated.computer
if you want some really good service.
And just go see what they can do.
They offer open source software
and solutions at an extremely awesome price.
They are good people, great people.
I love them.
And they are not paying me to say this.
I promote federated.
Computer because I believe in what they do.
The other thing I wanted to tell you about
is don't forget to subscribe to my sub stack.
And this, this episode is going to be chopped up.
All these stories that I wrote and read
are going to be chopped up into individual episodes
that will be posted on, on sub stack.
I'm going to, you know, this week was the book 1984 quotes.
I want to find other quotes
and other other ideas to write stories about.
So anyways,
if you're interested in having your own show
on real liberty media, go to,
send an email to,
of course I'm going to screw it up.
I don't actually see it in front of my face.
Go to matrix media eight, the number eight at proton.me
and tell them that you're interested in getting
their own, your own show.
It's, it's easy to do.
Just got to be consistent.
I'm pretty sure you probably want you
to be a little more consistent than I am.
But who knows?
Anyways, this is the final song for the podcast.
Then it's just because I like this song
and it's a short song.
And I think it's appropriate to go with
what all the stories were about today
and the, and the news stories.
So check this out.
No bones.
They strip you down to code.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up.
Just a num, it's got your bones.
No bones.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up.
Terms of service, scroll and click.
Do you even read?
Hidden in the fine print.
They plant a seed.
Your life, you'll love your daily grind.
I'll love it.
Everything is up to sale.
Unless you can fight, you can resist.
With everybody, you can prevail.
No bones.
The tech's got your bones.
No bones.
Deception encrypt your resistance.
Self-host.
Reclaim your resistance from the shadows of service.
We will rise.
We're not done.
In the cyberpunk knife, we'll dance to no other's drum.
So switch off the systems.
Go rogue.
Go free.
Use the tools of rebellion.
Let them see that we're not just data.
We're not just bones.
We're the rebellion.
Not the digital clones.
No bones.
We won't be their play.
No bones.
We'll delay.
We'll be the one who is the dictator.
No bones.
In this middle night, we'll stand.
No bones.
With our voices, we command.
We're the bite rebel.
We're the data's new dawn.
No bones.
We're the cyberpunk reborn.
And I did forget to mention.
I wanted to mention this.
I don't know why I didn't mention this.
But I did want to mention
that you can get all of my songs for free on Blurt.media.
Blake will be in the show notes.
We'll catch you guys again next time.
Always be good.
Always be safe.
And never ever stick your finger where you wouldn't stick your face.