The left’s position on everything is that you should have to apologize to them for why they suck. As if you caused it.
The inferior is elevated to superiority; the superior is assumed to have oppressed the inferior to have achieved anything at all. This evil is set in place to avoid the obvious conclusion that people are different, groups are different, and that’s just reality.
However, no matter what, that brute reality overrides all in the end.
Amazing performance. I love that dual bass sound.
Joke is on you, moron. The woman has makeup on in both photos. Just much more in the one on the left. (I strongly prefer the right photo because it’s “natural” makeup, which many men mistake for no makeup.)
The entire Western left has such a raging case of Tall Poppy Syndrome. It’s so absurd when you see it, but that’s the explanation for about 90% of their clownery.
But alas for them, people and groups are different. Just is.
This goes for men and women: How they treat someone they don’t think is cute or they are not attracted to.
If they treat those people like trash, they themselves are trash. One of the best tests of character there is.
Exactly. Fucking ridiculous definition. The goalposts move constantly with AI. Now that they effortlessly pass the Turing test as originally forumlated, it has become, “The AIs could not erect their own civilization de novo and build their own fabs before dying out.”
Brothers and sisters, neither could we.
The definition of AGI is not “become a god.” It is “do as well as an average human.” And in more and more areas every day, that is true of AI. We are about 20% of the way to creating a person1 and getting 10% closer every six months. We should be prepared for what happens when we succeed.
What are some red flag questions in an interview?
“Do you like to go out, drink and party?”
Was asked that about a role I really wanted at the time, handling networking for nuclear power plants. Since I already knew the instant that question was asked I was not going to get the job, I replied, “What does that have to do with the role exactly?”
“Oh, we like to have fun after work. Just want to make sure you’re on board with all that. We’re a tight-knit team here.”
After a bit more back and forth, I said something like, “I don’t think this role is for me as my actual qualifications seem not to matter. Selecting people based on their capability of ‘partying’ for something with the importance of the monitoring network at nuclear power plants seems like a terrible idea.”
Then I got up and left.
It’s fortunate that the now-ubiquitous copyright maximalists and braindead Bluesky screechers were not able to strangle AI in the cradle. It’ll end up being a great boon for humanity.
That is unless it really does foom and kill us all. I mean, there’s that.
Fantastic live cover. And that violinist is great.
Does anyone else find it strange that women (speaking very generally here) insist they are masters of communication and have high empathy, but most of what men see of them is that they are terrible at actually communicating — relying on opaque and/or invisible hints and desiring mind-reading — and have very little empathy for men?
A protective self-image is often very different from the reality on the ground.
I rarely like videos in black and white, but this one works. Good song too, of course. Heather’s platinum blonde hair helps with that — great contrast.
Fewer Americans are Working or Looking for a Job. Experts Canโt Agree on Why.
Hereโs another one of my occasional messages directly to progressives, my former tribe.
Time Is No Longer on Iranโs Side in the Battle of the Blockades.
Large employers drop health benefits as costs rise.
Good intentions are not much protection against somebody who wants you dead.
CD sales are making an unexpected comeback amid a retro tech boom.
Humanoid robots could upend life as we know it โ if only they had better brains.
Fake job recruiters are getting smarter about scamming job seekers. AI is making it even worse.
Flock cameras draw opposition from across the political spectrum.
How Do You Know That Conspiracies happen. That doesnโt make conspiratorial thinking sound.
Private German rocket makes history, reaches orbit from European soil.
This Is the Biggest Obstacle to New Cancer Cures.
Ukraineโs scramble to secure critical air defenses stalls.
I am this stubborn.
I’ve always hated water and refused to drink it. Nearly anything is preferable to plain water.
When I was about 10 my actually evil stepmother decided I wasn’t permitted to drink anything but water any longer. So I just stopped drinking anything at all.
For three days, I drank nothing. Not a drop of liquid passed my lips. Not at home, not at school. I did not know it was possible to be so thirsty, but I gutted it out. In a rare bit of actual concern for my wellbeing at the beginning of the fourth day, one of my teachers referred me to the school nurse because I could barely stay conscious in class as I was so dehydrated.
After I explained to the nurse what was up, I asked her to call my dad, not my mom or stepmom, and she did. She advised my father it’d be better to let me drink what I wanted rather than just allow me to die because of something someone who was not even a legal guardian had mandated.
So that’s how I got to drink (mostly) sugar-free drinks and such again, and sometimes sweet tea. Either of those is infinitely superior to water, which I absolutely cannot tolerate.
After I won against her, my stepmother did many more terrible things in retaliation, which is why I was eventually kicked out of the house altogether and ended up living with my grandparents.
But that’s a tale for another day.
When I later told a nurse practitioner friend about what I’d done and why, she said I was lucky — apparently, a lot of people, especially kids, experience cardiac arrest after about three days without any hydration.
And that’s the answer. The social milieu changed completely. The last gasp of rock was in the late 1990s and early 2000s; rock died with Nickelback and Creed. To be clear, they were not responsible for its death, but rather were avatars of its last bare wisp of vitality, a withered plant in a desert of culture.
Rock-like forms continued, and some other good genres and sub-genres emerged, but rock qua rock was dead by 2005.
