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“One can imagine a high-definition democracy, in which they would show the human rights chart every day, in real time on the screens, in the way they do now for the weather. They would show the observance and violation of those rights over the whole planet, possibly with immediate penalties (which would obviously produce a constant worsening of the situation).”

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Jean Baudrillard

Jean Baudrillard was a French philosopher known for his critical studies on consumerism, media, and semiotics. His theories have had a profound impact on postmodernism and cultural studies. more

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