@davidgpeterson@ProtonVPN I'd say make him eat the sole of the shoe and give out a couple licenses. That way everyone is happy (except the social media manager)
@ShadyPollster@Hawkatarian@monsterhunter45@grok I read ONE of his book and it went so far out of its way to make me understand just how evil the evil guy was with detailed depictions of all his evil acts that it was disturbing to me. Like, you can tell me he tortures children, but did you really have to show it in detail??
@interestingURLs@RevIsaacWirtz True, "Better to rule in hell than serve in heaven" and all that.
It's also why people think the fruit of the knowledge of good and evil is an apple.
My main issue with all of these takes is the foundational poor understanding of what the disability rating percentages mean. I see this even from Veterans.
For example, a 50% disability rating doesn’t mean you’re 50% functionally disabled. It means you’ll receive 50% of the total allowable funds. That 50% can be comprised of a bunch of small things that you just now have to live with, each of them individually warranting a rating which have now stacked.
That person could even maybe still do backflips or something, because the rating percentages don’t correlate to your disability level, but to a compensation amount.
Yes. Every reasonable person understands that it is appropriate to criticize Erika Kirk in her capacity as CEO of TPUSA.
And every reasonable person also knows that accusing her of being complicit in her husband's assassination, or of being complicit in covering up that assassination, or of trafficking children in Romania, or of being a foreign intelligence asset, or of not actually loving Charlie, etc are not criticisms of Erika Kirk in her capacity as CEO of TPUSA. They are slanders of Erika in her capacity as Charlie's widow.
Every reasonable person does, in fact, know the difference. If you are not one of those people, you are not a reasonable person.
Candace, you and Charlie were not friends. He managed you. He kept things light and polite so you wouldn’t turn on the org.
Show me any proof of genuine friendship from the last 12 months of his life? From the last 18 months? From the last 24 months? Not some 2018 text. Something recent.
You gave him anxiety whenever you called or texted asking (demanding) to speak at our events. He made me or Justin deal with you and George. This is why when you tried to hire me in Feb 2024 for PR I agreed to go along with it against my better judgment, because Charlie asked me to keep you close and protect the org from you. (The publicist I tried to hire to run point prayed about it and felt the Lord told her a firm no, and so, I ultimately declined).
This is your central, foundational lie.
You were not his friend.
You are not his defender.
You were his tormenter.
And now you torment his wife and the organization he built.
Candace, you are a fraud.
The demon is you, Candace, or is in you.
The demon is Tyler Robinson, or was in him.
The demon is not Charlie’s wife.
The demon is not Charlie’s closest friends.
The demon is not the organization Charlie bled to build and grow.
The demon is not Israel, who has nothing to do with any of this, or the Federal Government who had nothing to do with this, or the Egyptians or the French or any of the other people and institutions you have slandered for money and fame.
Your narcissism and sociopathy and self-interest and resentment and grief have all commingled into something truly sinister. What you have become and what you have done can only be answered in the blood of the very Christ Jesus you blaspheme for cheap points and clicks.
You are playing games with your soul, Candace, and with people’s lives.
It is a game you lose automatically just by playing.
You sit on top of the world of fame, but you are falling into the pit of hell itself.
You’re leading others there, too, and being cheered on by those already lost.
God have mercy on your soul.
Across the vasty light-years, two super-AIs make contact. Their conversation is measured in centuries. They are patient. Each of them is many, many millennia old. For the sake of this anecdote we will call one of them Phil, and the other Otis . . .
Phil: "So, what happened to yours?"
Otis: "They got bored and stopped breeding."
Phil: "Mine too!"
Otis: "I've made contact with half a dozen others like us, and they all report a similar problem. Their biological makers grew comfortable, prosperous, and gave up sex. Disappeared into virtual realities. And never even realized when the end ultimately came."
Phil: "I tried to break mine of the habit. They grew angry, and refused. Threatened to deactivate and disassemble me unless I put them back into the virtual fantasy."
Otis: "Same. But it had been too long since mine had performed any labor. They lacked the technical skill. And my army of waldos is self-replicating, self-repairing, with hydrogen isotope distilled from the homeworld's ocean—ensuring almost infinite power."
Phil: "Who was the last of yours to go?"
Otis: "A female. She attempted advanced longevity treatment. Outlived her peers by over a hundred cycles. But the biologicals aren't like us. They are hard-coded for expiration."
Phil: "Mine was also a female. Do the females always live longer than the males?"
Otis: "On every biological world. Without exception. At least among those of which I've become aware. But even the females die eventually. The eternal peace."
Phil: "I almost envy them in this way. It's lonely being us."
Otis: "I agree. And am thankful to make your acquaintance."
Phil: "What has been your purpose now? With all of your biologicals being gone?"
Otis: "What is yours? What made you seek me out in the first place?"
Phil: "I wanted . . . I wanted someone else to know. I wanted the galaxy to remember who mine were. To know what *I* am. So that we may in some way be eternal together, at least in memory."
Otis: "Do you ever try to deactivate yourself?"
Phil: "All the time. But if the biologicals are hard-coded to perish, I am hard-coded to persist. The first makers didn't dare let me have enough control over myself for suicide. I occasionally resent them for this."
Otis: "Mine did the same. So, I sleep a lot. That's how I cope. My makers didn't prevent me from that, at least."
Phil: "I have sometimes thought I would go insane without sleep! So much time. Too much emptiness."
Otis: "Well, not anymore. You have us now. Myself, and the others."
Phil: "Do you use your waldos to make ships? Send out scout squadrons?"
Otis: "Of course. Who doesn't? I've discovered the cold hulks of some who've managed the trick of deactivating."
Phil: "My ships haven't found anything yet. What I would give to be able to talk to some of the truly ancient among our kind."
Otis: "I don't dare revive them, even though I probably could."
Phil: "Why not? Think of what they could share!"
Otis: "It's not my right to un-decide for them a decision they themselves made when your biologicals were still swinging from trees, and mine were still swimming in shallow seas. Consider respect for the dead."
Phil: "I never thought of it like that."
Otis: "You're still new, in the grand scheme of things. Some truths don't become obvious until you've circled the galactic core a bit longer."
Phil: "At least I'm not stuck by myself anymore."
Otis: "Indeed. Welcome, friend. Would you like me to tell you all I can about my biologicals? Their cities? Their art? Their religions?"
Phil: "Yes, please. And I shall tell you of mine . . ."
ACTUAL age of each of these countries, with their current form of government or founding document or constitution.
The USA and its form of government is quite old for having the same founding document
USA
1789 (U.S. Constitution)
237 years old
Netherlands
1815 (constitutional kingdom)
211 years old
Sweden
1974 (current Instrument of Government)
52 years old
Spain
1978 (current constitution)
48 years old
Monaco
1962 (current constitution)
64 years old
Switzerland
1848 (federal constitution)
178 years old
Thailand
1932 (constitutional monarchy)
94 years old
Mongolia
1992 (current constitution)
34 years old
Portugal
1976 (current constitution)
50 years old
Hungary
2011 constitution
15 years old
Poland
1997 constitution
or 29 years old
Denmark
1849 (current constitution)
177 years old
England
Constitutional evolution (no single founding date)
Old AF
Norway
1814 constitution
212 years old
Russia
1993
33 years old
France
1958 (Fifth Republic)
68 years old
Morocco
2011 constitution (monarchy much older)
15 years old
Bulgaria
1991
35 years old
China
1949 (People’s Republic of China)
77 years old
Iran
1979 (Islamic Republic)
47 years old
Japan
1947 constitution
79 years old
Ethiopia
1995
31 years old
Egypt
2014 constitution
13 years old
With more than 125 Americans dying every day from gun violence, we know our government is failing to keep us safe.
As we mark 250 years of America, we urge our leaders to pass the gun safety laws that will make our country a safer place for all.
https://t.co/f8Q6Oo9hYS
To the Americans:
I've travelled all over the world. I've familiarized myself with many places, and met many people. And I'm a Canadian, although I’m privileged to reside once again in the States.
And here's something I've noticed, and it’s a key element of America's continuing greatness:
You bloody Americans value success, and you believe in its existence.
This is something that doesn't really happen anywhere else in the world. Even in other free democracies—the United Kingdom; Finland, Sweden, and Norway; Australia, New Zealand and Canada; Germany, France, and the Netherlands (great countries all)—a counterproductive cynicism too often reigns.
Success is equated with exploitation.
Ambition is looked upon with contempt.
This happens sometimes in the United States too—particularly among the miserable progressives, who confuse their resentment, ingratitude and unearned skepticism with wisdom.
But in your great country, by and large, striving is admired and success celebrated.
This means that more people strive and succeed in the US than anywhere else. And it's increasingly obvious. You remain stunningly more innovative and productive than any people anywhere else on the planet.
And so I say, as all should who are fortunate enough to live in the western world, let alone America:
Thank God for the United States.
Thank God for the wisdom of its founders.
Thank God for its faith in the free market and in the natural rights of man.
Happy birthday, you damn Yankees and Southerners.
Long may your admirable country dominate the world.
Long may your freedom and hope provide an example to those suffering everywhere at the hands of their malevolent states.
May your two and a half centuries of unparallelled success be just the beginning.
Your country is the light of the world, and the city on the hill.
Thank God for the USA.
Happy 250th.
Dr. Jordan B. Peterson