# notes on licencing and copyright > gold hat: badges? we ain't got no badges. we don't need no badges! i don't have to show you any stinkin' badges! > ~ the treasure of the sierra madre (1948 american neo-western written & directed by john huston) everything on this site via robert what is free - as in 'libre public commons domain by-default' and exists for the purposes of philosophical critique artistic freedom sociopolitical commentary parody satire and relief from terminal boredom / work that is 'zero copyright / no license / maximum rnd - please kopimi!' as an artistic r&d project 'republic of bob' - which can manifest as an imaginary luxury alternative internet (as pastime) and new media arcology - is by definition 'woke-af' in the precise open senses of 'eastern philosophical zen buddhism and dynamic nonduality-voidness' that is to awake from one's ongoing existential cognitive slumber protect explore and embrace the living imaginative world and above all actively express kindness thoughtfulness and compassion to one's fellow researchers is the rare (yet plain and ordinary) path we walk # regarding traditional concepts of rights permission ownership originality & creativity that is an ethical rather than legal discussion culture isn't anyone's friend and work is merely slavery; indeed 'to labor' means to suffer. 'republic of bob' finds delight and relief in '#antiwork' 'republic of bob' / 'big science' do not exist - yet have efficacy; examples of the collective philosophical imagination at play (and in any /use case should only be considered small potatoes; chill / exploratory / low-stakes and conversational) blind fetishistic worship of profoundly toxic ecologically destructive and infinitely boring capitalist consumer objects (whether materialist or virtual) seems an extremely unhealthy idea for rapidly (spiritually) evolving space-apes truly concerned with the survival and flourishing of (mostly harmless) profoundly beautiful living sentient trans alien arc-mother planet 'earth' so rather than one mythical authoritarian big-a author(tm) 'republic of bob' springs forth from organic spontaneously emergent and multiple simultaneous holographic neuro-sociovisual plasmatic bioflux computing and collective mytho-dreaming also known as 'scene' - which is driven by 'the scenius' (ala brian eno) any characters performances and events portrayed here live in the republic are almost always at least partially fictitious and easily misconstrued if not often directly substituted andor fused with any other researcher dead living undead emergent or otherwise engaged in the rich oddball pageant of post-modem life's daily odd scientific activities it is therefore with healthy booming digital pirate laughter and a cheeky 'cockney voodoo-beaver' wink that fellow researchers 'robert what' / 'henry swanson' and bsz 'big scientist r&d zaibatsu hypercorporation' prefer to waiver-away all aggressive claims demands of copyright or copyleft in any collection or expression of raw vision-data and immediately see it located - _as it always already was_ - in the 'libre public commons domain by-default': no rights reserved / all rites reversed speaking philosophically; 'big scientists' and fellow republic 'researchers' don't want holy copyright automatically assigned by some magical higher authority; they were never consulted from the outset about the granting of any darn license whatsoever why should they then proudly enjoy false freedoms implied through granting others some other equally arbitrary and _apparently_ less restrictive license - for example 'cc0'? thing is the existing miserable and cramped worldview / system of inherently exploitative restrictions is nothing less than copyright(tm) itself. licence-shmicence! as writer dan berry correctly states consider all such so-called 'creative commons' a "commons without commonality" - neoliberal free(tm) market capitalist leather-bootlicking jive by unctuous go-betweeners and aggressively conservative fence sitters the world would be better without grifters exercising greasy legal vernacular on cosmically superfluous licenses and their infinitely varied application conveniently needing (what a surprise) equally greasy lawyers to help untangle things; far simpler it seems to simply continue life and artistic creativity without any license law or restriction _it never had or needed_ (♬ 'do you you want because pirates are free') the mere notion (such as it is) of 'intellectual property'(c) and the 'ownership of ideas' is a conservative cognitive absurdity and deathly dull anti-philosophical abhorrence; as an enoesque scenius 'republic of bob' / robert what's particular ongoing playthrough may be actively used enjoyed andor recycled in any manner desired without prior attribution or notice - so consider 'republic of bob' as pre post-copyright: 'no license anticopyright maximum rnd: please kopimi!' note however this is _also_ not a free licence to act like a duckhead; there are social consequences to actions which can mark one out as an uncool and antisocial tourist without class / conscience / consideration or style. style is important. far simpler to be friendly kind and generous to fellow 'big scientists' and 'researchers' one meets on one's daily strange life adventures in every direction _except_ the lonely one-way street of the asshole. remember - courage, scientist! "stretch out one's helping hand to the republic not one's ego-goatse" and receive the boundless love of a powerful (weird) community calling fellow players - please kindly remix reprint reuse and upcycle all this on-site artistic expression freely for freedom in any cool artistic manner desired without naming 'source' (which in any case happens to be singular united and indivisible 'humalien' consciousness itself; just _think_ about it.) not that one couldn't have done all this anyway under one's own free moral and philosophical impetus like intelligent evolved creatures without being told to (as in the old situationist stance of 'all we want from you are the kicks you've given us') so please note: all rights and wrongs already gently dispersing in the gentle morning mist collecting on the distant beautiful mesas of a wide semi-arid and abstracting virtual desert plain [[ABOUT THIS SITE]] // republic of bob