Voice over Meshtastic is here. 🔊

In this demo, Kenny from @AT_Labs_Actual shows how to send real-time voice comms between two RM-2s using ATAK and the Meshtastic plugin. No cell towers, no licenses — just a mesh that talks back.

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s Friday.

Today, I’m releasing never before seen intelligence revealing new evidence of past US government funding for more than 120 biolabs in over 30 countries, including Ukraine. In support of President Trump‘s Executive Order to end federal funding of dangerous gain of function research around the world, and increase transparency and accountability, ODNI will continue working with partners across the Administration to identify where these labs are, what pathogens they contain, and what “research” is being conducted. odni.gov/index.php/newsroom/…

“I don’t think you have mate” has created a memetic fulcrum It doesn’t need to be explained or defended It’s too transparent to be dialectically subverted The power of Laconic phrase against the Athenian subversion

A single radical Uruk-hai blew up the walls, yes. But people attacked the all of the moderate orcs who entered through the breach and who didn't blow anything up. This is Aragorn's Middle-earth.

Marty O'Donnell on his way to destroy the Democratic Party

The Irish have had enough of their country and people being violated. May the fires they light, show us the way.

“So a bunch of idiots donated $600,000 to you for your legal defense?” Das right, Dave. “And your family spent it all on bottles of Hennessy, jars of Kool-Aid pineapples, two new Cadillac Escalades, and rented a million dollar home?” Uh huh. “So you ended up with a third-rate defense team, and you were found guilty of first degree murder in less than three hours?” Sho’ nuff, Dave.

It’s about to be legal to hire straight White males again. Let’s go

Whenever I see news reports about migrant crime in Western Europe, it makes me wonder: Aren't people living there like rabbits living in a bear's den? They seem to be huddling in a corner, waiting for their turn to be attacked by teeth and claws. And if they resist even a little, they are attacked by wolves called the police. How did things end up this way in societies that have elections and claim to value freedom? From the outside, it almost looks as if ordinary white citizens have become second-class citizens. Were elections really held? Were they conducted properly? From a Japanese perspective, it feels strange—strange beyond words. The more we look at it, the harder it is to understand.

Remember everyone…we are still in the lead, and we’ve got allllllll the way til July 6th to keep counting. They’re not the only ones who know where to find votes 😉

I don’t think they have mate

“If returning the U.S. to 1924 is the goal, the Trump Administration is succeeding.”

Fate hates hypocrisy.

In America, the first time I entered a gas station, I thought it was a place to give fuel to the car. As a Japanese person, this seemed reasonable. Gas station. Gas. Car gets fuel. Finished. The answer is in the name. But America had other plans. I opened the door, and suddenly I was inside a small counseling center for bad decisions. Coffee. Hot dogs. Potato chips. Beef jerky. Phone chargers. Sunglasses. Somehow, hats. And a drink large enough to ruin one man’s hydration plan. I had come for gasoline. But the building looked at my entire life and said, “You are missing several things.” Outside, my car was waiting. But the moment I stepped inside, the problem was no longer the car. It was me. Sleepy. A little hungry. Thirsty. Phone battery low. Suddenly convinced beef jerky was important. Somehow, sunglasses seemed necessary for the man I might become later. That was when I understood. In America, a gas station does not only refuel the car. It refuels the person who made bad decisions. I picked up coffee. Understandable. Then a hot dog. Still acceptable. Then chips. Now suspicious. When I picked up beef jerky, even I thought, Who are you? And when I added a phone charger, I finally understood. This was not shopping. This was self-disclosure under fluorescent lights. A man does not enter an American gas station. He confesses to it. I paid and walked back outside. My car was still waiting. Still hungry. I felt guilty. I came here for you, my friend. But somehow, I was filled first. That day, I thought I had come to buy gasoline. But I left having refueled myself with coffee, jerky, and a personality I did not have yesterday.

My grandfather stormed the beaches of Normandy. I once asked him what kept them pushing uphill and into the meat grinder, what kept them fighting? His answer absolutely floored me. “We wanted Hatians to sell fake Gucci at the train station.”

parents: "move out" girlfriend: “quit being such a loser” boss: "work harder" claude: "uber for dogs (the dogs are the drivers) is a great idea, you should absolutely pursue it"