@APompliano Viewed your CNBC interview & read this letter As noted at the end, what are the safeguards in place to protect the customers' info from being leaked The thought of every bit of financial info being hacked/stolen potentially all at once due to all being in one place is concerning
No matter what anyone says, one fact continues to stand out: Tonea Nicole Miller said it herself, she would not harm herself.
Her own words deserve to be taken seriously and fully investigated. Every unanswered question deserves an answer, every piece of evidence deserves careful review, and every family deserves the truth.
Justice begins with a thorough, transparent investigation. #JusticeForToneaNicoleMiller
Tonea Nicole Miller was found in Gwen Cherry Park in Miami hanging from a tree.The police automatically said it’s a suicide like they’ve said about the last 8 black people that have been found hanging from a tree which is the last way a black person would commit suicide. No media
Her father wanted a boy so badly that he named her Stanley. She spent her whole childhood being teased for it.
She was 18 years old, unmarried, and pregnant in a state where her relationship was illegal. She raised her son in 3 countries on almost nothing.
She earned a PhD at 49. She never saw him become president. Look at this photo. This is Ann Dunham. And that little pirate is her son.
Her full name is Stanley Ann Dunham. She is born on November 29, 1942, in Wichita, Kansas — the only child of a furniture salesman who wanted a boy so desperately that he named his daughter after himself.
She grows up being called Stanley. She hates it. By the time she reaches college she goes simply by Ann.
Her family moves 5 times before she turns 18 — Kansas to California to Texas to Seattle and finally, in 1960, to Hawaii. She enrolls at the University of Hawaii. She is 17 years old. In a Russian-language class, she meets a charismatic 24-year-old student from Kenya named Barack Hussein Obama Sr.
Within months she is pregnant.
She is 17 years old. He is her senior by more than 6 years. Interracial marriage is illegal in most states in America in 1961. In Hawaii, it is not. They marry — so quietly, so privately, that Barack Obama Jr. later says he could never find a single photograph or official record of the ceremony. Ann gives birth on August 4, 1961.
She names him Barack Hussein Obama II.
She is 18 years old and a mother.
Barack Obama Sr. is brilliant and restless. He earns a scholarship to Harvard. He leaves Hawaii when his son is 1 year old. He goes to Massachusetts. He plans, at first, to bring his family. Ann feels otherwise. By 1964, the divorce is final.
She is 21 years old, a single mother, and back at the University of Hawaii studying anthropology.
Then she meets Lolo Soetoro — a quiet, easygoing graduate student from the Indonesian island of Java. They fall in love. They marry in 1965. And in 1967, when Barack Obama Jr. is just 6 years old, his mother packs their lives into suitcases and moves them to Jakarta, Indonesia.
Barack has never been outside Hawaii.
Indonesia in 1967 is a country emerging from catastrophic political violence — between 500,000 and 1 million people were killed in the anti-communist purges of 1965 and 1966. The streets of Jakarta bear the marks of it. It is a country of profound beauty and profound poverty, and Ann Dunham is raising her biracial American son in the middle of it.
Barack attends a local Indonesian school. He learns the language. He eats what's available. He watches his mother work — always studying, always asking questions, always taking notes on the people and the crafts and the economies around her.
This photograph is taken during those years. Barack is around 8 years old, dressed as a pirate, standing in a garden in Jakarta.
Here's what makes Ann Dunham extraordinary: she does not stop.
Not for divorce. Not for displacement. Not for poverty. Not for the raised eyebrows of people who could not understand a white woman from Kansas raising a Black son alone in Southeast Asia.
1971. Barack is 10 years old when Ann sends him back to Hawaii to live with her parents — his grandparents, Stanley and Madelyn Dunham. She stays in Indonesia to continue her graduate work. Years later, Barack tells Time magazine: "When I think about the fact that I was separated from her, I suspect it had more of an impact than I know."
She earns her BA in anthropology in 1967. Her Master's degree in 1975. She spends years in the field — studying traditional craft economies, the blacksmiths and batik workers and village artisans of rural Indonesia. She fights the prevailing academic theory of her era, which held that developing nations were poor because of cultural deficiency. Her dissertation argues the opposite: that they lacked capital, not character.
She earns her PhD in 1992. She is 49 years old.
She dedicates it simply: "To Barack and Maya, who seldom complained when their mother was in the field."
November 7, 1995. Ann Dunham dies of ovarian cancer in Honolulu, Hawaii. She is 52 years old. Her son Barack is 34. He is a community organizer and law professor in Chicago. He has just published his first memoir — Dreams from My Father — which he dedicates to her memory.
She will never know what happens next.
2004. He gives a keynote address at the Democratic National Convention. The country stops and listens.
November 4, 2008. Barack Hussein Obama II is elected the 44th President of the United States — the first Black president in the history of the country. He wins 365 electoral votes. He gives his victory speech in Grant Park, Chicago, before a crowd of 240,000 people.
His mother has been gone for 13 years.
Look at that photograph again. A little boy in a pirate hat. A young mother kneeling beside him in the Jakarta night. She is somewhere in her late 20s. She has already been divorced once, remarried, moved across the world, and started a PhD. She has no money and no map and she is raising the future 44th President of the United States in a garden in Indonesia.
She does not know that either.
Share this with someone who needs to know — that the people who shape history are rarely the ones who expected to.
This White man reacting to interracial couples said that he would gladly k*ll his daughter if she ended up with a Black man. Hate for Black people is stronger than love for their children.
Let me trace the timeline here because nobody's connecting it.
Step 1: Scrape the entire internet. Every book, every article, every conversation, every piece of art, every forum post. Do it without asking. Do it without paying.
Step 2: Train a model on all of it. Call it "artificial intelligence."
Step 3: Go to BlackRock's Infrastructure Summit and announce: "We see a future where intelligence is a utility, like electricity or water, and people buy it from us on a meter."
Step 3 is where you sell people's own knowledge back to them. On a meter.
They took the collective output of human thought, compressed it into a model, and now they want to charge you by the token to access a version of what you and everyone you know already created.
One Reddit user put it perfectly: "They stole all this data from us, the people, our life's work, creativity, art, by devouring the internet and blowing through all copyright laws. Now they want to sell it back to us in the form of a utility."
Imagine if someone photocopied every book in the public library, burned the library down, and then opened a subscription service for the copies.
That's the metered intelligence business model.
And they're pitching it to infrastructure investors as though they invented water.
Battle rapper and Hip-Hop artist Mickey Factz breaks down the bars from Jay-Z freestyle at the Roots Picnic, pointing to lyrics that may have been aimed at Nicki Minaj and Drake.
(Source: Ray Daniels Presents: Raydar Report)
the legendary Hayao Miyazaki was pitched an AI animation demo in 2016. his reaction was brutal:
It's an awful insult to life.
I fear the world's end is near.
Amber was 22 and serving in the military when she met Faheem Najm, a kid from Tallahassee with a dream and no record deal. She gave him her number on a piece of paper. He kept it.
They married on September 11, 2003, before the fame, before the Auto-Tune, before any of it. Three kids: Lyriq, Muziq, and Kaydnz.
When T-Pain went through four years of depression and nearly lost everything, Amber didn't leave. She co-founded Nappy Boy Entertainment with him, managed his career, and pulled him back up.
On their 18th anniversary, he posted the original piece of paper with her number on it. "Thank you for sticking with me through all the crazy stuff."
Over 20 years. Hip hop never talks about this one.
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