His internet has been slow for 6 months. So, he paid Comcast to upgrade his tier.
Speeds got worse.
He called Comcast again. They blamed his router. He bought a new one. Still slow.
He called a third time. They sent a technician out. The tech ran a speed test from inside the modem and said:"Speeds are fine on our end. Must be your devices."
A neighbor who works in IT came over the next weekend with his laptop.
He looked at the router for two minutes, opened the admin panel, and pointed at four settings on the screen.
"Comcast pushed a firmware update last year. They enabled all four of these silently. This is why your internet is slow. This is why every Comcast customer's internet got slower around the same time."
Here's exactly what he found and turned off. 🧵
I strongly endorse this outstanding report, commissioned by Daniel Diermeier, Chancellor of Vanderbilt University, and Andrew Martin, Chancellor of Washington University on the State of Scholarship. It is a cri de couer about the state of the humanities and the interpretive social sciences. The object of scrutinty is
"a deterioration in scholarly standards fueled by the substitution of political criteria for properly scholarly criteria in the assessment of research and a more general repudiation of longstanding ideals of rigor and objectivity."
The report is properly nuanced in identifying subfields in which the scholarly enterprise has been damaged and as opposed to blanket disciplinary condemnations because of problems in particular areas.
https://t.co/VhO4x4qOED
We should not forget the impact that Jordan Peterson had in arming us with arguments against progressives.
Nobody mainstream was able to do it like him.
Fuck you.
That flag isn’t a goddamn buffet where you pick the parts that stroke your fragile ego and spit out the rest.
It’s a contract.
It’s the unbroken chain of men who died face-down in foreign mud so you could flip tricks down a snowy hill and call yourself an “athlete.”
You don’t get to wear it while publicly vomiting on the very nation that handed you every privilege you’ve ever known.
This isn’t “nuance.”
This is narcissistic betrayal dressed up as virtue.
You’re not brave; you’re a coward hiding behind performative detachment because deep down you know your politics are fashionable poison that couldn’t survive five minutes under scrutiny.
You crave the applause of the coastal echo chamber more than you crave loyalty to the people who actually built this country.
You want to signal how “evolved” you are?
Fine.
Pack your shit.
The second your plane touches down, revoke the passport, strip the citizenship, and ship your disloyal ass straight to Pyongyang.
Let’s see how long your enlightened whining lasts when the state decides what you’re allowed to think, say, or ski.
America doesn’t need athletes who treat her like an embarrassing relative they tolerate for the inheritance.
We need warriors who understand that representing this nation is an honor purchased in full by better men than you.
Get the fuck out.
And take every last one of your enablers with you.
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I’ve wanted to write this story for awhile, but every time I try, I end up deleting it.
So if you’re reading this, I finally did it…
I think my red-pill journey is likely very different from most, but starts very similarly.
It starts with apathy and empathy.
A surprisingly dangerous combination.
In my late teens/early 20s, I barely paid attention to the news. I read the headlines and that was enough for me to glean “the news”.
As I navigated getting my first corporate job, the dating scene, social media… I think somewhere along the way incentives just slowly aligned for a more liberal worldview.
At work, talk about politics was taboo… except for when people dunked on Trump. Then it was just considered great humor. You want to fit in, you’re young, you haven’t done the research, you’re busy… you join in.
The same is true is dating. The same is true in social media.
You watch as people are ostracized for saying anything pro-Trump, ever. You see headlines day after day of Trump being a Russian spy, random clips of what seem like crazy statements, university professors and “expert” just dunking on Trump and Republicans all day.
You read things like the “Muslim Ban” and heartbreaking stories of refugees and kids in cages… you read these stories and your empathy for those who are hurting, is sky high.
…and then you read these stories every single day
That’s the news. That’s your co-workers. That’s your dating life. That’s the TV at the gym. That’s the push notification on your phone.
It’s everywhere.
It was my choice not to do the research to find out the truth… but at the same time, I thought that if the same story was being repeated by EVERYONE, there was no chance it could be false, right?
That there was no possibility that there was a gigantic political bent to stories because then they would be called out by “true journalists” for the bias…
…so you just believe them, because everyone, seemingly everywhere is telling you all the same stories
Until one day.
One day… the story you hear from the news is one you know better than anyone else on the planet.
Because you are living it.
And you watch the news, you get the push notifications and you walk out your front door… and it’s just not true.
Hurricane Helene was that watershed moment for me.
The moment where the news, the experts, the Democrats, the media, the politicians, the activists… and my reality in Western North Carolina were polar opposites.
I watched as the media moved on from Helene as the election grew closer.
I watched as FEMA failed to deliver aid fast enough.
I watched as the Biden administration handed HUNDREDS OF BILLIONS of dollars to Ukraine while I was on the phone with victims begging to not get kicked out of their FEMA hotel rooms into the snow.
I got the text messages of people panicking being declined from FEMA.
I drove the RVs to kids and their mom’s LIVING IN SHEDS WITH PROPANE HEATERS.
I lived through it.
I did the work the government promised it would do… and failed.
I did the reporting the MEDIA I TRUSTED said it would do… and never did.
Then, and only then, did I realize that the matrix I was in… was truly a house of cards.
The “experts” weren’t the experts.
The journalists weren’t unbiased.
The government didn’t care about us more than their arbitrary rules.
The help that was promised to come for so many… just never came.
It took one little push on the walls of that house of cards… that I had been too scared to do for so long for everything to come crashing down.
Some never push.
It’s safe in that house. It’s great to never be called a bigot, a fascist, a liar.
It’s great to never have your job threatened or opportunities taken away from you.
It’s great to not be swatted, sent death threats, or lose friends.
The house is safe.
But it’s also a lie.
And I get why many, many people never want to push on the walls of that house to find out if it’s real.
The cost is so, so high.
But there comes a point where the cost of denying the truth becomes greater than the safety of living in the house.
Because if the house is made of cards… then it really never was all that safe.
One little breath of truth could make it come tumbling down anyways.
So you leave… and yes for me, all the terrible things I mentioned above did happen.
They still do.
But my life and my family’s life, is so much better for it.
The truth will set you free.
I don’t know if anyone reading this would actually change their mind… but I hope it does.
@GigaBasedDad Why would anyone vote Houston! They had to build underground tunnels between the buildings so people could actually go to restaurants for lunch without burning up under the heat
I didn't go to college until I was 30. This gave me a chance to see it with the perspective of an adult.
One lecture in Industrial Psychology, in particular, I will never forget.
The professor spoke about how an effective job description focused on concretely measurable tasks, not vague instructions, or characteristics.
For example, "maintain an 85% or greater average on customer feedback surveys", instead of "be cheerful and upbeat", or even "interact positively with customers".
This means that goals are clear, and performance is measurable. A job is to do something, not be something.
Once some of the students had wrapped their minds around this concept, the professor decided to do a class exercise.
He asked the female students to come up with a job description for "husband". At first, this went fine. The girls noodled around a bit with things they wanted their husbands to be (tall, etc), but he was able to gradually steer them towards describing what they wanted in terms of actions.
But then he asked the male students to define a wife in the same way.
And all the girls became upset. Some of them had full-on meltdowns.
Every single thing that a male student wanted, or expected, from his hypothetical future wife was sexist, oppressive, old-fashioned, misogynistic, patriarchal, etc.
They were literally screaming. Some of them in tears.
And I realized something pretty quickly. It wasn't the actual, concrete responsibilities of the female role that they objected to.
It was the idea of there being a female role at all, with any attached responsibilities.
These women didn't want to be wives. They wanted to be pets.
What's a pet? Well a pet is not a wife, or a friend. A pet is a creature of instinct, which you bring into your home because you like how it naturally behaves.
You get a cat because you want to behave like a cat, and do things a cat naturally does, like play with string, and purr when you pet him. If he's smart, he'll adapt you somewhat, but he doesn't have responsibilities other than "be a cat".
If you get a wife, you get a wife so she will do things for you, specific things that are the responsibilities of wife, like care for your home, bear and raise your children, cook nutritious meals so you don't have to eat processed slop, look after your emotional well-being, and so on.
These girls didn't want to be held responsible for those things. As married women, they might have anticipated doing some of them, but some of the time. When they felt like it.
The cat chases the string if and when it wants to, not because chasing the string is its job.
These young millenial women didn't realize it, but they wanted to be pets. And that's what they were in their college relationships. They hung out with guys when they wanted to, had sex with them when they wanted to, broke up with them for someone new when they wanted to.
Their relationships had no element of reciprocal responsibilities. They were perfectly at home with the idea of men having responsibilities to them, but they would repay those men if they chose, and how they chose, not how the men actually wanted.
And as I've said twice already, someone you have responsibilities to, but who has none to you, is a pet, or a child.
The reason that a significant portion of men want to invent sentient feminine robots so that they can marry them is because they want wives, and they have given up on the possibility of young women re-embracing the concept of sex roles and actually having to do something for someone else.
Women didn't spontaneously became more selfish than previous generations, of course. They were the targets of a concerted psyop whose purpose was to convince them that female responsibilities were demeaning. It was tailored to their unique psychological vulnerabilities, and they swallowed it hook, line, and sinker.
Who mounted that psyop, and why, is a conversation most of us aren't ready for yet.
But our point for today is don't worry, young ladies.
The robots aren't being brought in to replace you.
Just to do the jobs you won't do.
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Look, I'm seeing this from the inside, and am admittedly biased towards our president (and my friend), but there's a lot of crazy stuff on social media, so I wanted to address some things directly on the Iran issue:
First, POTUS has been amazingly consistent, over 10 years, that Iran cannot have a nuclear weapon. Over the last few months, he encouraged his foreign policy team to reach a deal with the Iranians to accomplish this goal. The president has made clear that Iran cannot have uranium enrichment. And he said repeatedly that this would happen one of two ways--the easy way or the "other" way.
Second, I've seen a lot of confusion over the issue of "civilian nuclear power" and "uranium enrichment." These are distinct issues. Iran could have civilian nuclear power without enrichment, but Iran rejected that. Meanwhile, they've enriched uranium far above the level necessary for any civilian purpose. They've been found in violation of their non-proliferation obligations by the International Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA), which is hardly a rightwing organization.
It's one thing to want civilian nuclear energy. It's another thing to demand sophisticated enrichment capacity. And it's still another to cling to enrichment while simultaneously violating basic non-proliferation obligations and enriching right to the point of weapons-grade uranium.
I have yet to see a single good argument for why Iran needed to enrich uranium well above the threshold for civilian use. I've yet to see a single good argument for why Iran was justified in violating its non-proliferation obligations. I've yet to see a single good pushback against the IAEA's findings.
Meanwhile, the president has shown remarkable restraint in keeping our military's focus on protecting our troops and protecting our citizens.
He may decide he needs to take further action to end Iranian enrichment. That decision ultimately belongs to the president. And of course, people are right to be worried about foreign entanglement after the last 25 years of idiotic foreign policy.
But I believe the president has earned some trust on this issue. And having seen this up close and personal, I can assure you that he is only interested in using the American military to accomplish the American people's goals. Whatever he does, that is his focus.
As Director of National Intelligence, I promised to root out and expose the politicization of intelligence.
I recently declassified two reports that show how the Biden administration labeled Americans who disagreed with their policies as potential “domestic violent extremists,” which was often followed by FBI investigations, surveillance, and government-directed social media censorship. This is a classic ploy to politicize intelligence and the national security state against the American people, undermining our Constitutionally-guaranteed rights and freedoms.