If, when you say regulation, you mean the dead and clammy hand of the commissar—the gentleman who has never in his life built a single thing, drafting rules to govern a thing he cannot define, to be enforced by men who cannot read them; if you mean the form in triplicate, the impact assessment upon the impact assessment, the compliance officer who breeds, in the warm dark of the org chart, further compliance officers unto the third and fourth generation; if you mean the moat—the deep cold moat that the giant digs around his own castle and christens, with a perfectly straight face, public safety—the drawbridge he hauls up behind himself the very instant he is across, lest any hungrier and hungrier man should follow; if you mean the precautionary principle, which, had it governed our grandfathers, would have banned the wheel pending further study of the hill, and left us yet shivering and raw in the mouth of the cave, blessing its excellent ventilation; if you mean the European disease—that magnificent open-air museum of a continent, which produces in our time precisely two things in great abundance, and they are regulation, and the eloquent and well-footnoted regret of cultivated men explaining at length why they have produced nothing else; if you mean the license required to think, the permission slip for honest arithmetic, the king’s wax stamp pressed upon the forehead of every new idea before it may draw its first breath; if you mean the agency dispatched, with trumpets, to slay a single dragon, which arrives at the cave, surveys the accommodations, and moves in—and spends the ensuing century laying eggs and devouring the very villagers it was sworn to defend; if you mean the startup that perishes not of the market’s honest verdict but of the filing fee, the genius decamping by the next tide to a freer and warmer shore; if you mean the law that arrives, faithful as the swallows, exactly one whole epoch too late—helmeted, plumed, and magnificently armed—to regulate the stagecoach—then certainly, my friends, I am against it. But—but, my friends—if, when you say regulation, you mean instead the humble steel guardrail upon the mountain road at midnight, the very thing you curse on the easy days and bless on your knees the one night the fog comes down; if you mean the brakes—for it is the brakes, and not the engine alone, that permit a sane man to drive fast and yet arrive alive—and the buttress, without which no cathedral was ever flung so high, but only in spite of which, but because of which; if you mean the meat inspector, who is the single homely reason a man may eat a sausage in this republic without first composing his last will and testament; if you mean the firebreak cut clean through the forest before the dry season of the burning, the smallpox cordon, the buoy that marks the channel, the rule of the road that lets ten thousand strangers hurtle past one another in the dark at fearful speed and arrive, by its quiet grace, every one of them home; if you mean the honest scale and the true weight, the reason a pound is a pound and a dollar a dollar from Natchez to Nome; if you mean the firm and decent wall between the counterfeit voice and the widow’s bank account, between the deepfaked candidate and the ballot box on the eve of the vote, between the loosed and loveless machine and the schoolyard it neither knows nor pities; if you mean the simple plank of law that says the strong shall not, in the gray dawn, feed the weak quietly into the furnace and sell the rising smoke as progress; if you mean, in the end, the one slender thread of trust without which no citizen will ever dare to use the marvelous thing at all—for where there is no rule there is no trust, and where there is no trust there is no commerce, and a miracle that no man dares to touch is no miracle, but only a handsome and expensive ghost—then certainly I am for it. This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise one inch of it.

Remember when compilers would detect that someone was using it to build another compiler and silently inject bugs?

Liberalism's opposite is not conservatism or socialism; it is the demand that all must submit to a single enforced orthodoxy. Call it what it is: illiberalism.

Spacex - xAI campus potential in Louisiana, potentially a bigger deal than ever; 136 thousand acres or more visually 212 square miles of real estate : keatyblog.com/spacex-pecan-i…

Seattle's mayor inherited her father's bad science. Now you're living with the policy.

My man

Socialism is the path to misery and violence. True prosperity comes only from embracing the ideas of freedom. LONG LIVE FREEDOM, DAMN IT...!!!

Cybercab has started production

The A-10 mission has been extended until (at least) 2030.

When your teamwork is part of the most American thing ever made...

This might be the most batshit insane launch tracking I have ever seen in my life. LOOK AT THE SHOCKWAVES IN THE THIRD IMAGE!!!

So happy! Normally the world doesn't get to see the work the teams at MARS and SCIFLI do for @NASA (and specifically the @NASAArtemis II launch). NASA just released a bunch of our work as video and images! images.nasa.gov/details/KSC-…

Response: 1. US Military secured downed WSO with adhoc runway. 2. I secured cocainemeetings.com and cocainebetweenmeetings.com. No further comments at this time.

Les US organisent simultanément un débarquement au Vénézuela, une attaque aérienne depuis la mer sur l'Iran et une mission derrière la Lune, pendant que des nations qui ne sont pas auto-suffisantes en dentifrice nous parlent tous les jours depuis 50 ans du déclin américain.

If the amount of our own stuff we are willing to sacrifice to get one of our own back shocks you… Just wait until you see how much of your stuff we are willing to sacrifice to get him back

1st act: @AnthropicAI kicks us out 2nd act: everyone says GPT‑5.4 has horrible personality, runs for the exit, @openclaw is dead 3rd act: @steipete the team make it 100 times better than the original. Necessity is the mother of invention. So long, Opus. You had a good run.

クッソ高い特殊作戦専用機を2機失ってでも航空機搭乗員1名を救出するのを厭わないのは如何にもアメリカらしい

My life rules: #1 - Create & trade so much value we hit post-scarcity by Tuesday.
#2 - Entertainment value is paramount. If it's not memeable, it's effectively decel.