This is nuts

A 19-year-old college student quietly turns down a job interview, stupidly telling the company it's because he doesn't want to work for a Jew. Within two days: -- The billionaire founder of one of the world's most powerful corporations (Palantir) demands that the company release his the student's to the world. The company instantly complies. -- National media trumpet the incident and spread the student's name and face all over the place. -- A senior Trump DOJ official repeatedly urges the public to notify him if that student is ever hired anywhere in the future, promising to use his office to keep the student permanently unemployable. Adults with large, influential platforms -- pundits, media types, even elected officials -- right here on X routinely say things as bad as, and often much worse than, pretty much every other group you can think of without facing a single consequence let alone a completely unhinged coordinated campaign of very powerful people to run their lives forever:

The actions of anthropic will be remembered as some of the most catastrophically bad mistakes in the history of corporations. Unless they decide to do away with most of humanity open source models have gained the people's trust while closed AI is insulting us.

The message of a protest is "we don't like this". The message of a riot is "we don't like this, and we're able to do something about it". People who unconditionally call for peace and calm, regardless of the provocation, don't fundamentally understand how politics works in the real world. They do understand that the purpose of politics is to provide an alternative to violence, but that's as far as their understanding goes. They don't think through the implications, usually because they are quite comfortable with things as they are. If politics is an alternative to violence, then politics is a proxy for violence. And that means you have to dole out power in proportion to capacity for violence. Or someone's going to figure out they can do better by flipping the table. Monarchy wasn't replaced by democracy because of fine-sounding philosophical ideals and eloquent documents declaring this or that. Democracy happened because if you added rifling to the flintlock firearm, suddenly a individual farmer with a tube was the pinnacle of military technology, and now you had to keep all the farmers with tubes happy by giving them political power. (Ancient Greek democracy had a similar relationship with the hoplite warrior.) When political systems work well, for a while, the violence they represent becomes further and further from people's minds, and those who can't effectively commit or direct violence worm their way into power, and begin to take it away from those who can. And they'll defend their position by saying that violence is unthinkable, barbaric, always bad, must be disavowed at all costs, etc. This isn't some sort of high-minded principle on their part. It simply means one of two things. Either "the status quo works for me, so I don't want you to upset it", or "I suck at violence, and I don't want to have to fight". They want young men demoralized, so that their artificial meritocracy of spreadsheets, or their non-meritocracy of patronage networks, can be protected from the natural meritocracy of conflict. This means that riots aren't actually for achieving any specific material aim. They are for reminding the comfortable that judges and bureaucrats and policemen have home addresses and families. And that violence is always on the table. A protest would only send the message that the Irish don't want to be ethnically cleansed. But the bureaucrats and judges and lawyers already know that. They just don't care. A riot reminds them that they have to care, because the Irish have a long tradition of doing something about it.

If destroying the demon who would rape my daughter makes me a "racist," then that word has been reborn with sacred meaning. It now stands equal to "God," "saint," "justice," and "protector of the innocent." If I am too weak to destroy that demon myself, the savior who rises to do it in my place will become a god in the afterlife. Every blessing will be his. We are still living in the dark medieval age — where governments, politicians, police, and courts actively help those who rape and murder our families. Future historians will look back at the 2020s and record it as: The decade of collective madness. An age of darkness rivaling the witch hunts. What we must do — right now — is for every decent person on this earth to unite with full strength. So that when our children open their history books, they will instead read: "The 2030s: Humanity regained its sanity." "Peace finally returned to human life."

This interaction from nine years ago is the reason you know about Henry Nowak and the events in Belfast

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The pig is the most democratic animal that has ever lived. Everything that follows is built on that. A pig needs no pasture, no hillside, no shepherd, no barn full of winter feed. It eats what you cannot. Acorns, windfall apples, kitchen scraps, the peelings and the whey and the spoiled milk headed for the midden. You feed it nothing and it gives you everything: a year of fat, lard, protein and crackling from an animal that turns household waste into the richest meat a poor family will ever taste. One sow. A back garden. No land, no lord, no permission. That is the problem with the pig. Not hygiene. Not parasites. Not the desert heat, though you will have been told all three by someone confident and wrong. The problem with the pig is that it made the poor man independent, and independence is the one thing the powerful have never been able to abide in people they mean to keep. Walk it back. In Bronze Age Mesopotamia and Egypt, pork was everywhere, thriving in the muck and crowded backstreets of the cities, above all the meat of the urban poor. Protein from almost nothing. And, crucially, protein the tax collector could not see. A field of barley is visible. A herd of cattle is visible. A pig in the yard, fattening quietly on scraps, is wealth that appears in no ledger. So the herders who chased status moved to cattle and sheep. Cattle you could drive, count, tax, lend and inherit. The pig was wealth you could hide, and a ruling class has never had any use for wealth it cannot count. The taboo did not fall from the sky. It crept in. In the southern Levant, pork consumption had been eroding since around 3000 BC, long before a word was written against it. By the early Iron Age the pig was a flag: the Philistines, migrants from the Aegean, ate it; the Israelites, native to the hills, largely did not. You could tell whose a settlement was from the bones in the midden. Then comes the part we can date. When the Biblical texts were codified, the priestly elite of Judah took a custom that already existed and carved it into law, hardening a soft regional habit into a line of identity you would die rather than cross. And men did. By the time of the Maccabees, under Greek rule, it was no longer about cuisine. Hellenistic officials forced Judeans to eat pork precisely because they knew what refusing it now meant. To refuse was to declare who you were. Men chose death over a single mouthful. The animal had become a border drawn through the human body. The Greeks ate pork happily. The Romans ate it by the wagonload. So refusing it became a way of being Not Them, and the taboo grew in power because it was useful: every time an empire pressed down, the pig was a way to stay yourself. Centuries later Islam inherited the line and hardened it again, and now some two billion people will not touch the most efficient protein a poor household can keep. Notice what is absent from all of it. Nutrition. Health. The body. The pig was banned not for being dangerous to eat but for being dangerous to own: an animal that let the landless feed themselves without asking, invisible to the men with the ledgers. Power has never minded what you put in your mouth, only what you can do without it. The pig let people do without. That was the sin. It always was. It quietly still is.

Tu capacidad de procesar datos es tan buena como tu capacidad de recogerlos limpiamente: • Excel y Fórmulas: Rígido ante variabilidad clínica. • IA: Volátil y probabilística. • Humano: Sin contexto, puede mal interpretar y agotarse.

Alcohol and tobacco are available on every street corner. Cigarettes proven to cause cancer. Alcohol proven to destroy the liver, the brain, the marriage, and the careful plans of an entire weekend. Both legal. Both taxed. Both stocked at the petrol station. Raw milk, on the other hand, sold by a farmer three miles down the road from a cow that has a name, must apparently be regulated as a public health threat. The petrol station sells nicotine pouches, vodka, energy drinks containing seven grams of taurine and a kilogram of sugar, and an entire wall of ultra-processed snacks designed by chemists. The farm gate down the lane sells a glass of milk. The same milk humans have been drinking for ten thousand years. The petrol station is fine. The farm gate is the problem. You can decide which of these your government is actually trying to protect you from.

Cada día, otra cosa que le dice a los libros de medicina que no saben nada.

El análisis clínico reactivo es insostenible en el alto rendimiento. En mi artículo completo explico cómo la vigilancia epidemiológica transforma el desgaste invisible en datos financieros y deportivos controlables. Lee el ensayo aquí. promptmd.substack.com/p/mas-…

“And he’s so cowardly and blubbering and pathetic, as are most strong men when you remove their power and they’re and they’re faced with their imminent death, they rarely handle it bravely.” This quote alone proves to you that Kripke is a Revenge of the Nerds type coward and weakling. This single sentence says so much about this man. He thinks “strength” means “power,” and thus rationalizes his own weakness as merely an absence of real power, acquisition of which would be a major sin. He believes his weakness is a virtue. This is absolutely typical of Hollywood writer types. This is why they write stories featuring jocks as low IQ meatheads, when in reality most of the great men of history were both athletes and intellectuals (Plato and Nixon as two great examples millennia apart). They misunderstand “blessed are the meek” as “blessed are the weak.” People like Kripke cannot believe in real strength and real courage because *they* could never feel it. He can’t even imagine it. All those strong and brave men are, secretly, just as chicken shit as he is. The only thing separating Kripke and Audie Murphy is that Audie Murphy had power—or something like that. I don’t care about this show, never have watched a single episode, and have never understood the appeal. But everything I have seen and heard of the showrunner leads me to believe without any doubt that he is the most dangerous kind of person—an utterly weak and cowardly man that cannot even imagine being a stronger and braver one. Be very wary of weak men.

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Por fin le hicieron su debida actualización gráfica a la versión web de Gemini.

I fixed why LLMs write so poorly, and I have a demo to prove it Announcing Distribution Fine Tuning (DFT): A post training step that fixes LLM writing Model outputs fooled pangram on 100% of test cases

CHUD UPDATE: Here are some fun facts that you’ll see developing: - The entire exchange was live-streamed on PumpFun - The stream shut down at the first gunshot due to an automated AI response system - The stream is being subpoenaed THE FACTS ACCORDING TO OVER 100 WITNESSES WATCHING THE STREAM: - Chud told the guy ‘I hope your day gets better. God bless’ - Chud had already walked away. Was about 70-100 yards away - The man went out of his way to run up on Chud while his back was turned - HE confronted Chud - HE punched Chud in his face - CHUD DIDN’T INSTIGATE ANYTHING 👈🏻 Some of you are about to look absolutely stupid.