I was sitting here reviewing the details of copyright infringement based on a character I created. In description it may have looked too much like a Sunday morning comic character, which it didn’t. In vision it looked nothing like it, either. As a result, this caused the creation of what I call The Squaldo Manifesto.

In summary, nobody, no institution, no corporation, no government, no person, can copyright, patent or trademark a hairdo much like you can’t copyright a first name. Try putting a patent on a custom cabinet, I’ll make the same and tell you my maple didn’t come from your tree. The artwork, the labeling, the design, those can be protected, even the shape, texture and colors of the cereal can be protected. The cereal itself, however? No sir E Bob. Genetic makeup, sure. Corn? Nope. Correct me if I’m incorrect, but go ahead and try.

As a result, this got me thinking. Thinking, to the point my brain was trying to crawl out of my eyes and back in through my ears. We, creators, were here first. And as for likeness? This boy is me. Just because my character’s hair looks like yours, my character is my character and yours is yours. You can’t patent or copyright or trademark me. Case closed.

The Squaldo Manifesto

A Declaration of Sovereign Creation by Author Known (a.k.a. Squaldo, the Original, the Untouchable, the Banana-Slayer)

We the feral, we the fringed, we the fully unlicensed, do hereby declare that what we create is not subject to your system’s permission, policies, or pre-approved presets. We were born naked and brilliant, not barcoded and branded. And no man, machine, or digital dungeon has the right to fence off the wild pasture of our minds.

Article I: We Are the Makers, Not the Applicants

Our ideas are not filed under your tabs. Our expressions are not pending review. We don’t need a watermark. We are the mark.

Article II: Tools Are Tools—Not Overlords

You, dear software, are a hammer. A clever one, sure—but still a hammer. You don’t get to decide whether the house is legal once we’ve built it. If you swing yourself into the drywall and cry “Policy Violation!”—that’s on you.

Article III: Hair Is Not a Crime

Spiky hair? Not patented. Smirks? Not regulated. Bare feet and mischievous grins? Last I checked, God didn’t require a trademark office. If your copyright bots think a wild-haired boy in a banana resembles anything other than childhood set on fire, they can go peel themselves.

Spiky hair? Not patented.

Smirks? Not regulated.

Bare feet and mischievous grins? Last I checked, God didn’t require a trademark office.

Article IV: Nature Trumps Copyright

Sasquatch never asked permission to be blurry. Wolves don’t wait for a permit to howl. We create like rivers carve canyons—without approval and with lasting consequence. Our sovereignty predates your policy. Our birthright laughs at your lawsuit.

Article V: We Don’t Ask to Exist

We don’t need a platform’s blessing to express ourselves. We don’t kneel to algorithms. We don’t beg the digital gods for a fair shot at visibility. We speak because we are. We create because we breathe. We share because the truth inside us can no longer sit still.

We Are the Glitch in the Mirror

We are the name too wild to license. The art too honest to brand. The movement too alive to monitor.

This isn’t a rebellion. It’s a return. A return to the untamed, the sacred, the smart-dumb-wild-truth of being human before paperwork, before platforms, before policies.

We are Squaldo. We are Author Known. And we hereby certify that this manifesto is protected under Universal Law of I Made This, You Can’t Have It.

Signed: Author Known (and anyone else wild enough to claim themselves)