∆NTIDØTØ

The poison is repetition. The antidote is noise.

The web is poisoned. We need an ∆NTIDØTØ.

Their names are everywhere, like the garbage they spit out. They invade every page online, mostly the news, and they take up so much space. T̀̈ṙụ̀ṁṗ, Muś̖ḱ̗, N̈̌età̱n̖y̱̖ȧ̖ḣ̇ǔ, Ṭhiel. They are everywhere because their vanity is too big even for the internet, and because their names sell ads. How do we strike back at this poisonous presence?

Their propaganda is mostly presence, taking up as much space as they can. Short-circuit their presence. Occupy that space with something else.

Every day the same faces. The same mouths. The same sentences that cut into bodies — the ones who cross the sea, the ones who bleed, the ones who love the wrong way, the ones who can't pay — and come back at breakfast dressed as headlines.

Repetition is how power gets under the skin. You stop seeing it. It becomes weather.

We are so blinded by the imperfections of the body that we don't see the corruption of the soul. We want a perfect look, but we ignore the horror of moral decadence.

DISØRDIN∆RY BÆUTY has always said the flaw frees the body from its image. ∆NTIDØTØ turns the blade around. The ugly was never the body that doesn't fit. The ugly is the contempt that measures it. The hand that decides who is flesh and who is noise.

Moral ugliness is not a face. It's a policy. A speech. A silence kept while others burn.

Why ∆NTIDØTØ

I kept seeing the same mechanism. Far-right politicians, in Italy and across Europe, throwing out one extreme statement after another to occupy the public conversation. Fake news, AI-generated content, anything that makes you angry. Rage is the product, and the platforms monetise every second of it. Anger dollar. Big dollar.

I stand clearly against the politics of hate, and Meta should know it very well. I am miles away from everything they stand for. Yet the feeds kept serving them to me anyway. My own internet, occupied. Many times I reported their content, many times I marked it "Not Interested". Nothing. Their posts kept coming, like zombies moving through the ruins of a society devastated by social media.

So I built a counter-narrative tool. Not to censor: I don't want silence. To contaminate. They want us culturally ill. I have the antidote.

∆NTIDØTØ is a free browser extension (Firefox, Chrome, Edge, Brave) that glitches the names of these men every time they appear on a page. It doesn't erase anyone. Erasing feeds the hunger to be seen. It interferes. The name stays, and rots in place: the letters get corrupted. The photo stays, and breaks: pixel sorting, datamosh row-shifting, RGB channel split, wave-warp, negative tears. Over their wrecked faces, the words of writers, poets, intellectuals and activists who spoke and fought for the people, for human rights, for freedom. Voices that paid for freedom with their own bodies: Gramsci, Luxemburg, Goldman, Douglass, Césaire.

∆NTIDØTØ.run()

scan(feed)

for each name in [far_right, oligarchs, tech_billionaires, authoritarian_leaders]:
    name  = glitch(name)
    photo = glitch(photo) + quote(poets, rebels)

web.deleted    = 0
screen.changed = yours
consent        = TRUE

if (body)     return freedom
if (violence) return body

They want your attention. This is how you take the space back.

Install it and your feed rewrites itself — your choice, your eyes. Everything happens only in your browser, on your own copy of the page. Nothing changes on the news sites themselves. But your experience is freed from their overwhelming sh¡t. You can switch it off whenever you want. They can't.

Get it

1. Download the zip and unzip it somewhere you won't delete.
2. Open chrome://extensions, turn on Developer mode.
3. Click Load unpacked and pick the unzipped folder.

Some photos resist: when a site locks its pixels, the image is tinted and doubled instead of destroyed. That's the web's rule, not ours.

Who is on the list

Office-holders, spokespeople and propagandists of the far right; leaders of authoritarian regimes; the tech and media owners who amplify them. Chosen on public record — roles held, words said, things done in public. The list is an editorial act, signed by the artist, and it keeps growing. ∆NTIDØTØ is an artwork, not a fact-checker: the glitch is a gesture on public images, not a verdict issued by software.

Who gets to speak

Every sentence on the cards was checked against primary or academic sources — never a quote site. Three famous lines were thrown out because nobody ever said them (the ones pinned on Matteotti, Twain and Durruti). If it can't be proven, it doesn't speak.