@OneGoodJake@ryangrim Show me a video of the man "pulling a gun" and I'll show you close up video of an ice agent removing a gun from his back on his waistband before they murder him. 😘 Keep being retarded
To be clear about what this depicts: An immigration officer threw a woman onto the ground. Alex Pretti, a registered nurse on scene as a legal observer, is filming and goes to help the woman up. He is then pepper sprayed and thrown to the ground for no discernible reason. Many officer surround and assault him; one removes his firearm, which police say appears to have been legally registered. They then execute him with a hail of bullets.
They are, objectively speaking, both cowards and criminals, while Pretti is what we teach people an American ought to be.
Charles and Camilla are the most romantic love story of our time and I’m sick of pretending otherwise. His mother forced him to marry a child he had zero interest in and he did it out of duty to his country. He loved Camilla, horse face and all, and it’s good and right that in the end they could be together
@jpodhoretz What a needlessly petty thing to say, and for absolutely no reason. You look pathetic picking on people in this way and it proves nothing but the desperation with which you crave attention for yourself. I hope you can find it within yourself to grow the fuck up someday.
A woman who truly loves and desires you will go after your soul - not in a malicious way, but with a longing to imbue her spirit into yours. Not the body, not the mind, but the spirit - for the spirit holds dominion over all. She will see you as a being who possesses a soul, which is precious - for souls are treated with reverence, respect, and warmth - and in the purest sense, seeing you as a soul is a quiet admission that she desires to love you unconditionally - to merge with you spiritually so that your souls may once again intertwine.
Many modern men believe women to be heartless creatures, but that is only because they have never tasted the spiritually pure love of a woman who sees a man not as a means to an end but as his soul - encapsulating the entirety of his being. To love him as he longs to be loved, not merely as that which he has learnt to cope with. To be loved in this way means she will seek to uncover every dark corner within him, not just the parts he reveals as part of an optimised mating strategy. The pieces he carries with unspoken shame, the wounds that fuel self-destructive patterns - she will seek them out, the parts he believes to be unlovable, and love them with her whole heart anyway - even the crude, the broken, and the seemingly unspeakable - because she will empathise with his soul and seek to understand his spiritual journey. She wishes to alchemise his soul, accompanying him towards everything she always knew he could be - and beyond - for she reveres his soul and existence.
She will also have a deep desire to protect his soul and heart, an urge to wrap her own heart around his so that he feels safe and adored - yet equally admired for the quiet strength and resilience he has shown over the years, reborn time and time again into the person he is today. She will accept him, see him, and love him - as he is, as he comes. She will notice parts of him even he himself has not yet recognised, long before they shift from his subconscious into his conscious awareness. And she will remember these details. She will create a sanctuary of safety - not to crudely bring forth these aspects to prove her intelligence and awareness, but to allow him the space to unfold at a pace that feels organic and natural to him.
This love is so precious because women have a finite capacity to give it, and it is shaped by their intelligence, self-awareness, and reflection. Once gifted, a portion of her soul belongs to him. This is why women like this are profoundly discerning in offering such love in a world that often feels like a cesspit of performative affection - for if she is not, there is the possibility that she will lose this innate gift.
It is something that cannot be fabricated or forced. Spiritually attuned women are one with their intuition - they recognise when they have met someone of true significance. There is a consuming gravitational magnetic pull - anchored in resonance and familiarity - as if they have known each other before - a fate long since written, felt by the souls of both involved.
Beautiful, thoughtful essay.
And, as always, I must insist: if Dmitry includes a song in his essays, you should definitely listen to it while you read it.
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HOW I LEARNED TO START YAPPING AND LOVE THE AI:
I've had way more success lately talking to the AIs, eg for emotional support or troubleshooting health problems!
But I had to make a huge shift in how I communicate which came VERY unnaturally to me; I think that's why I was so frustrated at first and took so long to learn.
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You Can Just Learn Things
The old economy was run by those who knew the right facts. The new economy will be run by those who know how to ask the right questions.
AI is devastating if your professional reason to exist was just regurgitating facts, or reviewing facts and approving them. If that's what you do, you are done.
The only reason these jobs will persist is because some (most) people won't know how to fully use AI, or regulations will act as a meatshield that legally requires a human tell you facts instead of The Machine.
If you know how to use these LLMs, you are liberated to do almost anything you want. You are no longer constrained by information.
AI truly makes "you can just do things" a reality, because you are now reliant almost entirely on yourself to make shit happen. You and your ability to us The Machine is the only blocker insofar as knowledge and information are concerned.
Centaurs (machine + human hybrids) are those who best understand how to collaborate with The Machine, and extract the wealth buried inside it.
These LLMs are treasure chests, and knowing the right sequence of words that unlocks that chest is the true competitive differentiator now. Claude, Deep Research, DeepSeek, the gifts they offer you if you know where to look are incredible. I'm beyond grateful they exist.
As with all things, when everyone has access to the same tools, it's still the uniquely gifted that stand out. With AI, even more so. The Machine amplifies a certain type of person, and marginalizes most else.
If everyone is standing on a 6" box, then no one is taller in a useful way. If everyone is taking steroids, it's no longer a competitive advantage to do so. You do it to just keep up.
With AI, it will be even easier to stick out, and dominate, if you are authentically unique and insightful, because you'll visibly be the only color atop an ocean of gray.
The next wave of riches will belong to the verbally gifted, because they will know how to coax and confer best with The Machine. They will be the best Centaurs.
The same way natural athletes still rise to the top if everyone is juicing: it's the verbally skilled and genuinely creative that will become even more valuable as AI proliferates.
You can just do, and learn, things. Anything.
@NinetyEight_6@MedGold_ I think that's part of what he meant. He expanded on it in a podcast today. It puts the woman in the role of being to take care of everything, i.e., the role of an old person. We hate feeling like mothering men and resent them when they force us into that role with that behavior
AGAINST POETRY
every time someone writes about morning light
i want to break something
fuck your sensitive observations
about kitchen objects
fuck your meaningful silences
your pregnant pauses
your weighted moments
fuck your birds
especially your birds
every single goddamn bird
if i see one more poem about
watching dust motes in sunbeams
i'm burning the whole house down
no more cups of tea holding memories
no more screen doors in summer
no more walking at dawn
no more watching your grandmother's hands
you're not allowed to mention:
windows
light through windows
rain on windows
anything reflected in windows
anything seen through windows
or any fucking windows at all
no more empty rooms
filled with echoes of what used to be
no more objects holding the weight
of everything that's passed between us
if you write about the quality
of the darkness
i will find you
no more subtle metaphors
no more deep significance
no more finding meaning
in ordinary things
and if you dare
to write about writing poetry
i swear to god
just say the thing
or shut up
@buridansridge It’s true.
Men will claim they want simplicity in women.
But the women they get hooked on are the complex ones.
In this way, the sexes are not so different (women, too, go crazy for that many-layered man they get to peel back and explore).
Enthralling feminine seduction is often laced with notes of darkness. Our allure is intoxicating because of its depth. Men are curious creatures, and while external beauty may ignite fleeting carnal desires, true depth satisfies their hunger for exploration. It is often said that men are adventurous in the physical realm - the same holds true for their internal landscapes. While they revel in the pursuit, they equally long to be desired with a violent sensual hunger. This duality is not a contradiction but a delicate coexistence. Seduction, when done tastefully, is quintessentially feminine - dangerous in its allure yet refined in its delivery.
Mainstream narratives reduce women to the Madonna-Whore dichotomy, the golden retriever or the black cat, the light-side or the shadow-side, the wife or the mistress. But there exists a third archetype - the woman who understands and embodies the interplay of contrasts, the one who is a living paradox of simplicity and complexity. It was never meant to be an archaic extreme, but a fluid movement along the spectrum - as few men embody the exact extremes themselves. This is the key to lasting attraction. It can be likened to the composition of a fine perfume - the top note is the light fresh first impression that quickly fades, the heart note emerges as the core identity once the top note dissipates, and the base note is the rich complex essence that lingers - leaving a lasting resonant impression. The most enthralling perfumes are those in which no single note overwhelms - the base note, in particular, embodies a veiled forbidden mystery that teases the senses with a beckoning siren call.
For instance, a man may perceive a woman as pure of heart, yet there lingers a subtle undertone of shadow - an elusive sultry aroma that his primal instincts know is not entirely innocent. It is as if you are a hot plate - and he knows he shouldn't touch it, yet he does, just to feel the burn - just to confirm you are real.
To embody this, it is not about fabricating some hollow impostor-like shell but about knowing yourself so intimately that the depth and passion with which you live life emanates naturally through your being. This intensity becomes your aura, an energy that cannot be ignored. The secret lies in integration - the merging of your Anima and Animus. To honour their oscillating duality within you is to harness their power. This creates a magnetic unpredictability - an unfathomable allure that is pure, intoxicating, and undiluted. It is this resonance that draws men in. They do not merely want you - they want to consume you and be consumed by the life force that courses through your veins.