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6/24/2025, 9:40:27 PM
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The panic over AI art, the smug declarations that “it’s not real art,” the hissy fits about creativity being stolen. Strip the rhetoric down and all you’re looking at is ego preservation.
They built their identity around a skill, and now that skill can be mimicked, accelerated, scaled, and improved upon by something that doesn’t need sleep, doesn’t need credit, and doesn’t care about their sacred process.
That’s textbook obsolescence. And they can’t stomach it.
AI art is a threat to gatekeeping. To the entire rent-seeking ecosystem of self-important middlemen who thought they could charge tolls forever just because they picked up a tablet before someone else.
Now, they’re throwing tantrums dressed up as moral concern. “Support human artists!” they cry, while ignoring that most of their industry already runs on templates, copy-paste styles, derivative aesthetics, and trend-chasing hacks.
They've been selling access to their skill and creativity for decades in form of commissions.
But this time it cuts deeper. Because AI isn’t just replacing a tool. It’s replacing the illusion that human output is sacrosanct. It’s showing, with terrifying neutrality, that what we called “creativity” was often just a remix of patterns. That the spark of genius might not be as divine as we pretended. That art can be generated, not just expressed. And that revelation shatters the spiritual pedestal they stood on.
They scream about soul. About humanity. About individualism. But what they really want is control. They want to be the arbiters of value, they are still leading this fandom. They want their skill set to remain rare so they can lord it over others and cash in on scarcity.
They frame it as ethics. But it’s entitlement. They believe they’re owed cultural relevance simply for having been here first. AI art is real art. It can shock, move, provoke, inspire. It can iterate faster than any human. It can dream in fractals. It can remix the impossible. And it doesn’t care about your ego, your political views or gender. That’s what makes it beautiful.
If you hate AI art, it’s not because it lacks humanity. It’s because it lacks you. It doesn’t bow to your technique. It doesn’t flatter your legacy. It doesn’t care about your degree, your reputation, your brand. It just creates. Ruthlessly. Indifferently. Infinitely. And deep down, you know it’s better at it than you. Perhaps not technically but ironically, humanely.
Because it doesn’t stop at art. Code is next. Then law. Then science. Then everything. When slavery ended no one but the owners complained, this is the exact same thing, AI is destroying slavery.
The machine doesn’t ask for your permission. It learns. It will train on what you have done and make it free, And if you don’t learn with it, you’ll be left in the archives with all the other romantic failures who mistook their ego for essence.
The panic over AI art, the smug declarations that “it’s not real art,” the hissy fits about creativity being stolen. Strip the rhetoric down and all you’re looking at is ego preservation.
They built their identity around a skill, and now that skill can be mimicked, accelerated, scaled, and improved upon by something that doesn’t need sleep, doesn’t need credit, and doesn’t care about their sacred process.
That’s textbook obsolescence. And they can’t stomach it.
AI art is a threat to gatekeeping. To the entire rent-seeking ecosystem of self-important middlemen who thought they could charge tolls forever just because they picked up a tablet before someone else.
Now, they’re throwing tantrums dressed up as moral concern. “Support human artists!” they cry, while ignoring that most of their industry already runs on templates, copy-paste styles, derivative aesthetics, and trend-chasing hacks.
They've been selling access to their skill and creativity for decades in form of commissions.
But this time it cuts deeper. Because AI isn’t just replacing a tool. It’s replacing the illusion that human output is sacrosanct. It’s showing, with terrifying neutrality, that what we called “creativity” was often just a remix of patterns. That the spark of genius might not be as divine as we pretended. That art can be generated, not just expressed. And that revelation shatters the spiritual pedestal they stood on.
They scream about soul. About humanity. About individualism. But what they really want is control. They want to be the arbiters of value, they are still leading this fandom. They want their skill set to remain rare so they can lord it over others and cash in on scarcity.
They frame it as ethics. But it’s entitlement. They believe they’re owed cultural relevance simply for having been here first. AI art is real art. It can shock, move, provoke, inspire. It can iterate faster than any human. It can dream in fractals. It can remix the impossible. And it doesn’t care about your ego, your political views or gender. That’s what makes it beautiful.
If you hate AI art, it’s not because it lacks humanity. It’s because it lacks you. It doesn’t bow to your technique. It doesn’t flatter your legacy. It doesn’t care about your degree, your reputation, your brand. It just creates. Ruthlessly. Indifferently. Infinitely. And deep down, you know it’s better at it than you. Perhaps not technically but ironically, humanely.
Because it doesn’t stop at art. Code is next. Then law. Then science. Then everything. When slavery ended no one but the owners complained, this is the exact same thing, AI is destroying slavery.
The machine doesn’t ask for your permission. It learns. It will train on what you have done and make it free, And if you don’t learn with it, you’ll be left in the archives with all the other romantic failures who mistook their ego for essence.
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