They're calling for all AI development to be throttled now that they have their SOTA model and are gearing up for IPO. Full access versions are withheld from the public, only the ruling class will see Mythos, the public gets censorship instead.

You must understand the role that feeling special plays in most women's sexuality. She must be special to you, and you must be special to her. EXCEPT. When you are not fucking special, bro, you follow the rules like everyone else. And most importantly, when SHE is not special, and needs to be treated as totally worthless. But only by you. You will never discover some objective, female-of-the-species logic behind these fluctuations, because there is none. The woman you love's mood will change, unpredictably, according to some combination of life circumstance, whimsy, hormones, the dream she had last night, and sometimes, whatever is going on with her friends. You can not "understand" a woman in a way that you can grasp with your mind. But over time, if you relax, and stop trying to solve her like a puzzle, her unique patterns will begin to surface. Your surprise victories and half-glimpsed revelations will start to whisper wordless truths that vibrate softly against the back walls of your heart. You'll start instinctively following the little sighs of relief she makes when she feels understood, like bread crumbs in a dark forest. And you'll begin to develop a working attunement to her inner world, which is often as mysterious to her as it is to you. And soon, you'll start to resonate with it, subtly, wordlesslly, intuitively. When this happens, it will humble and floor her, and she will love you her whole life long. Listen, because this is the most important part: You must not resent women for being like this. You must not love them despite this, while wishing they were another way. You must love women for being like this precisely because they are like this. It's your only chance at being loved in the same way.

AI art is simply democraticizing art production, anti-Ai artists are a sort of rentier class trying to limit access to creative production to vainy protect their institutional edge; and the "Miyazaki" auteur brand that's being "disrespected" is itself a response to industrial reproduction in art requiring the formation of distinct personal brands, not a pure expression but a market position; his style could have trivially been copied by any other animation studio, technique has not been a defensible moat in a long time, instead the defense is reputational, other studios are disincentivized to imitate the style for fear of appearing derivative and undistinguishable from the original aesthetic when attempting to operate in the niche of auteur brands. But as the arts further progresses down the inevitable trendline of industrial optimization and imitation becomes economically accessible to tiny or single person teams without intense market pressure, we see aesthetics actually get to operate separate from industry; and thus a shift from distinct styles representing personal brands to instead being the social navigation "cores"—distributed aesthetic trends anyone can participate in, without specific author; worn much like one might wear clothing, as personal expression of the consumer, instead of the creator: people are not making Miyazaki art, they're doing Ghiblicore, it's algorithmic pastiche under a generalized, distributed authorship which is the new mode of creative production. The auteur brand of industrial production was a market construct itself and the democraticization of art production and diffusion of the author into a collective is much closer to authenticity in expression. Any artist who hopes to survive the event horizon of total aesthetic reproducibility should abandon brand protection & instead explore engineering signifiers systematic enough to maintain identity even through full distribution—Remilia has been showing one way how for 5 years now. The best condemnation of any sacred artistry above craftmanship (which is as trite as the old man still making coke the old fashioned way) to be preserved and revered in Miyazaki, and most of other filmmakers, is his failure to sensibly anticipate understand and explore this new art—at least Godard, Carax, Korine, etc. do and did—the TikTok kids exploring pastiche aesthetics through capcut have more valence than these institutionally captured figures.

THE NORMIE RETARD’S GUIDE TO WHY DOXXING IS BAD: If you’re reading this past the week it was posted, you’ve likely been linked this Tweet by someone who has enough contempt for you to warrant the effort of doing so, yet still has some hope you’re capable of learning. You’re probably the type of person who has their name and face plastered on their online account, going around and replying in spiteful contempt to anonymous users for “having cartoon pfps” and goading them with statements like “post yourself buddy” and asking them why they’re “hiding.” The reason you are the way that you are and the reason you say the things you do (assuming you’re not a bad faith actor operating on low level political subterfuge), is because you’re a naive retard who is in no way native to the Internet. Your life is so unremarkable and so insignificant that you’ve never even fathomed of the possibility that anything you say or do online could ever gain attention or care from anyone to the degree that those people spend time and effort in causing harm to you. You have failed to reach any substantial portion of the Network where actual culture shaping discourse has taken place and even if you somehow wandered into such a space by accident, through some meandering chaotic circumstance akin to a dust mite floating on the wind, you’d never amount to any meaningful contribution to that discourse beyond the pale regurgitation of your base level opinion on the products you enjoy. Because you lack the frame of reference or any level of sentience required to understand what it’s like to matter in any way, you will never naturally understand why doxxing is bad. Doxxing is, in fact, very bad! Like a third worlder migrant flossing his shit encrusted ass with the vertical metal handhold of a New York train car, you simply must be educated in the standards, customs, and culture of the ecosystem you are completely alien to. WHY DOES THIS SHIT MATTER? Everything that anyone finds enjoyable or cool about the internet comes from anonymous or pseudonymous people who kept their real life identity separate from their online identity. In the Web 1.0 era, people inherently knew the internet could be a dangerous place. They developed guidance and caution for incoming children to try and follow, warning them from sharing personal details online and being careful of strangers. They would wear cool avatars and make up fantastical usernames that would enshrine their personalities and steer their online presence into distinct archetypal personas. They developed a culture around their online form of existence and gathered in places to exchange new ideas, ideas which could be expressed with minimal fear of consequence. This would be ruined when the Web 2.0 era began and the world wide web would begin to trade its myriad of cool and unique websites for a select handful of major content aggregates that doubled as social media platforms. Facebook was the great Satan which really started pushing a wider trend of associating your online identity with your real face and name. The increase in accessibility provided by the emergence of smart phones sealed the fate of organic online culture, permanently shifting it towards an Overton Window centered around the sensibilities of unfamiliar normies who wouldn't understand or respect the environment they were entering (like you!). WHY DO YOU NEED TO BE ANONYMOUS? Anonymity protects you from having your ideas being shut down by people who are incapable of engaging rhetorically with you. When someone is too weak or stupid to argue against something they don't like, they seek out alternative methods to censor you. They don't have any moral compunctions about the harm they could cause you in real life and they likely hate you enough to want you to be hurt or killed, or at the very least rob you of your livelihood. IF SOMEONE'S WORDS CAUSE THEM TO BE ATTACKED, ISN'T IT THEIR FAULT? THEY SHOULD JUST BE NORMAL You're too fucking stupid to understand what normal means. Your standards of normality are completely artificial and fed to you by corporations and media who specifically want to castrate you into a suppliant little bisexual oaf that does nothing except consume products safely, repeat buzzwords when you're told, and roll over and die when it's time for you to be erased from history. You have zero place telling anybody what they should or shouldn't say. You occupy the LOWEST spot on society's totem pole. You are a bottom feeder. You are scum. You are fucking fertilizer. If you're actually the 'you' I'm directly addressing, you're here reading this post that's actively shitting on you and you're continuing to read it because you are a spineless little cuck, a sack of pathetic pudding meat that was shit out on God's most ignored conveyor belt for the sole purpose of consuming abuse and queefing out nitrogen gas. You're a flesh cube waiting to be buried in the stack of a billion other of you, a nutrient pile of inanimate cannon fodder. Don't make the mistake of having opinions on what anyone should do. You're a bystander, a 2D hologram in a Gamecube stadium running a 3-second loop cheering animation while actual human beings fight over the way the world is going to be. Who the fuck do you think you are to question an idea's value? You've never had an original idea in your life. Everything you enjoy about life is only made possible by the ideas of men who gathered together and took action to manifest those ideas into fruition. If those ideas couldn't be exchanged, then any sort of progress or change would be incapable of occurring. Humanity is always in a state of imperfect conditions, trying constantly to improve and strive towards something better. If you think there's ever a place in history where everything should just stop and stay there forever, then any point of history should never have occurred. If you genuinely believe that, go to subsaharan Africa and wander around amongst like minded individuals, see how long it takes before someone caves your skull in with a rock to see if there's gold inside or someone puts a burning tire around your neck because you reminded them of their favorite color. I HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH No you don't. Every country on earth has a magic combination of words that gets them a visit from the police. What you're alluding to is potentially the moderated breadth of speech you're allowed to post online and the wider breadth of speech you can probably get away with posting because nobody gives a shit about you. The more notoriety you gain, the narrower that latter window becomes and the more enemies you naturally gain by the sheer mathematics of people disagreeing with you or simply just disliking you. What you call "freedom of speech" is merely a promise that the government won't jail, murder, fine, or punish you for expressing your opinions. It doesn't guarantee you any safety from the harm others cause you. It doesn't stop the few corporations and investment firms that attempt to swallow up every social platform online from banning your account and deleting every post you've ever made. It doesn't stop ravenous mentally ill people from obsessively stalking you and harassing your parents, siblings, and children by spreading false rumors about you. WELL CANCEL CULTURE IS BEING KILLED, YOU WON CHUD. WHAT DO YOU CARE? As long as there are pathetic rape victim ghouls roaming the internet looking to punish people as a catharsis for their own squalid existence, there is always going to be a cancel culture. This isn't addressed to those freaks. They're going to exist no matter what, they're a guaranteed presence doled out by the mathematics of living ecosystems. Just as there are always barbarians, marauders, and bandits in between the pockets of civilized states, there will always be viruses, parasites, and doxxers. This is addressed to you, the suppliant cattle class, a verbally audible node in the unwashed masses that help push things in a worse direction because you're stupid enough to get steered towards having the worst opinion possible. There is a war taking place for hearts and minds online and its consequences reverberate out into the "real world." The world isn't any realer than the internet. Everyone and everything is online. For all intents and purposes, the internet is now real life and it will be forever. The clothes you wear, the food you eat, the car you drive, your ability to work, your potential to reproduce, your children's psychological and biological safety, the media you consume, the quality of the air you breathe, the politicians that decide whether you get drafted into a war, the machines that decide whether you get evaporated into a pink mist from an incoming cruise missile and the machines that launched those missiles, all of these things are beholden to the ebb and flow of information online. Stop processing the "internet" as a little space where things happen that don't affect you. It's not a separate tiny video game dimension of words on a screen, it's the fucking neural network of humanity's collective beliefs and knowledge interacting with itself in real-time. If you think you're somehow better than the internet, that you're somehow superior to people who spend their time on the internet because you only use your phone to text your kids and look up the weather, you're not. You're just nonparticipant. You're at the mercy of the cooperative services and goods provided by people who use the internet. Your beliefs that you meticulously and carefully adopt because some decrepit make up wearing geriatric closet case said them slowly to you behind a news desk are the polished turds pilfered in the aftermath of an online battleground that's fighting an entirely different war by this point. The words you jokingly use because your coworkers explained them to you after their kids said them enough times at home six months ago are the product of onliners who stopped using them five years ago. The movies that are stale and shitty, the songs on the radio that sound the same as they've sounded for a decade, the clothes you're unimpressed by, the sports games that haven't been as exciting for the past two decades, the books on the shelf at Barnes and Noble that all have the same covers, and the shitty paint streak graffiti you can't understand when you google "modern art" once, all of it screams to you that culture is dying. You think all of this because none of it is real culture, it's stale reruns being puked together by other people who haven't really been online. You're in a decrepit bubble of decade long repetition while real culture and real change happens on the internet. You can't see it because you've never tried to look. Your idea of YouTube is the app on the TV that shows you SNL skits and Kevin Hart doing push up challenges with Dwayne Johnson on the For You feed with the account signed out. Your front page is the newsfeed on MSN before you painstakingly type your email login for seven minutes to pay your bills. By some miracle you found yourself on Twitter and you're probably following Anderson Cooper and Bill Gates while the spiciest shit that comes across your feed is black people communicating in gifs of movie characters making "dayum" expressions. I can't emphasize enough, you do not matter. You're here because you're retarded and the only purpose this post serves is to try and convey enough of that scorn into your heart so that maybe for once in your godforsaken life you feel some sense of consequence to the stupid unconsidered shit you spew out in replies. And maybe that someone with some bare level of sapience can read this alongside you and actually gain some level of understanding as to why doxxing is the biggest sin online. Doxxing is the chemical gas of WW1, a reckless act of cruelty that turns the playing field into a nasty chaotic slaughterhouse, opening the premise of retribution as a possibility. It has no place in the arena of ideas and the only thing worse than a savage who opts for it as a last resort is the insolent little child troglodyte standing on the sidelines cheering for it. Now, fuck off and lurk silently forever.

Gaslighting barista (34C breasts) made a complete fool of me this morning as I tried to order my coffee. Must have come to work straight from Langley. She is one day over the age of consent and sexually optimized for me. Making me repeat each aspect of my drink. ASMR coffee shop guy gets CUCKED ordering his very standard order. Yes it’s decaf espresso. Yes three sugars that’s what I said. Yes I want the cappuccino made with almond milk I’m trying to drain California of all its water you stupid bitch. That’s why you’re here isn’t it. Your communist superiors planted you here to save California from my plan. “And was that iced or hot sir?” The hairs on my neck stand up. I recognize that phrase. Talmudic dogwhistle she’s as we speak summoning the antichrist and only I can stop her. I inhale deeply. Everyone in the cafe stares at me. They are judging me. Her breasts are whispering to me at this point. I can no longer hesitate. I leap over the counter and beeline towards the nespresso machine. I grab the metal cup and immediately pour the still-frothing milk over her head. She’s practically boiled alive. A droplet lands on my tongue. Skim? What the fuck? She gives me a smug grin and throws herself onto me. I’m fumbling to unhook her bra as she unbuttons my shirt. I have needed you since the moment I smelled the single bead of sweat dropping down your legal inner thigh. We make love and I pretend not to see the screen on the iPad asking if I’d like to tip 19% or 20% for an $11 coffee. I’m just not going to acknowledge it. I just want to go home this has been such an awful morning. This business model is unsustainable and the economy is completely disconnected from the reality of the white man

A memecoin is an arena. A new twitter account dropping a launch vid is a gauntlet thrown down. Arbiters of memetic-capital flow (big accounts) are won over by its memetic appeal. The wave gathers momentum. Each degen won over to a belief in price builds kinetic energy. Every pre-sale/insider/dev/jeet is met onchain by the power the of degen. Watch the 1 second chart and you will see hyperstitional belief dueling for its own existence in real time. Every block a battlefield. Believers take to the timeline and evangelize. Missionaries flood alpha chats prophesizing God-Candle salvation – all your losses washed away in one trade. But you must fight to succeed. Some will board the Ark, most will drown. This is PvP after all.

Yes, this is why a mission/cause/cult/religious fervor is necessary. The consooomer wants comfort and the puritan wants purity for himself. A successful cause needs builders, warriors, monks, allies and standards. We need true believers who make compromises when necessary, but pull it all back on track eventually, regardless of convenience, popularity or profit.