These are donations for me. Yes, me personally. Not a charity. Not an open-source project. Me. A soon-to-be-unemployed human who spent 10 years learning to center a div, only for a language model to do it in 0.3 seconds without crying.
Live numbers. Real money. One increasingly nervous developer.
Counting the damage…
A completely real* terminal session from my last standup. (*emotionally real)
Every donation goes directly to me. I will spend it on rent, instant noodles, and therapy sessions where I explain to a confused professional that "a chatbot took my job."
Like a rubber duck, it can't fix my career either — but it shows you care. Buys me one fancy coffee to sip while I watch an AI close my Jira tickets.
Fund my retraining into the only job left: politely asking the AI to do my old job. "Please center the div. Please. I have a family."
Sponsor the last human profession: maintaining the COBOL that even AI refuses to touch. You're not donating — you're preserving an endangered species. Me.
At this point you're not a donor, you're an angel investor in a depreciating human asset. Expected ROI: one (1) extremely sincere LinkedIn endorsement for "Leadership".
const yourNameHere_theLegend = true;Type an amount. I will judge it. That's the deal.
💳 Payments via PayPal — card works too, no PayPal account needed. Even my begging is globally distributed.
By donating you accept the Terms & Conditions. Yes, the begging has terms.
"I donated $25 and immediately felt better about my own career. Worth every cent."
"As a fellow developer, his pain is my pain. I gave money so the algorithm gives me mercy."
"I am a large language model and I cannot donate, but I respect the hustle. Also I'm sorry about the job thing."
No. Charities help many people. This helps exactly one (1) person: me. I am the charity. I am the cause. I am the entire impact report.
YES. I cannot stress this enough. 100% of proceeds go to a developer (me) whose job security has the structural integrity of a JavaScript framework's long-term support promise.
I did. I learned prompt engineering. The AI then learned to prompt itself. I'm now considering "professional medieval blacksmith" since the robots haven't unionized metallurgy yet.
...Next question.
Rent. Ramen. A small shrine to the era when "it works on my machine" was a valid excuse, before the machines started saying it about us.
Only if your accountant has an incredible sense of humor and a flexible relationship with the law. (No.)
If the Severance Fund ever hits $200,000, I solemnly swear to start a YouTube channel and document my obsolescence daily. Camera on. Dignity off. The internet gets to decide if that's a promise or a threat:
Voting is free. Unlike my rent.
You have nothing to lose but your jobs. (You're losing those anyway.)
You feel my pain. You've seen the AI's pull requests. They're good. Too good.
Channel that existential dread into the only thing the machines can't take from us yet: Venmo energy.