Why The Guardian’s lament for "truth" misses the point: We have the cure, we just refuse to take the medicine.
They call it "content." We call it puppetry.
Yesterday, a video circulated on Threads and X showing the faces of Freddie Mercury, Amy Winehouse, Elvis Presley, Ozzy Osbourne, and Kurt Cobain stitched onto a single, shifting torso, singing a breakup song they never wrote. It was technically impressive. It was also morally repugnant.
This isn't just bad taste; it is Digital Necromancy. It is the reanimation of the dead for algorithmic engagement. These artists cannot consent. They cannot opt out. They have been reduced to "training data," their likenesses stripped of dignity and forced to perform like marionettes in a digital sideshow.
