They take it without your consent for things you never asked for.

A ‘freedom portal’ for Britons, now this looks like it could be interesting.

You thought the downvotes were silent. You thought your power was invisible. You thought that because you moved in circles close to the throne—the owner, the insiders, the untouchables—you could erase voices with impunity and never answer for it.

You mistake silence for consent. You mistake attrition for apathy. But the exodus has begun—not with a roar, but with the quiet click of a power-down button, the gentle unraveling of trust