Music, technology, dark humor, practical solutions, and ideas that still have a little dirt under their fingernails. Wondering how things got this weird.
@RiseArmament@AZWS This is what happens when marketing drives engineering. I have to imagine every actual shooter in the company saw this and immediately knew how bad an idea it was.
@DenverChannel I think you’re worried about the wrong thing. Anyone interested in the impact should research outside their echo chambers—you might find it enlightening.
Girl dad here. I have four daughters, and from an early age I taught each of them how to safely handle firearms, how to shoot, and—most importantly—how to respect what a firearm is capable of.
They grew up around firearms, so there was never any mystery, fascination, or fear surrounding them. There was simply an understanding that they are serious tools that demand responsibility, discipline, and respect.
Now they’re adults, and I’m proud knowing they have the confidence and knowledge to handle themselves safely if they ever find themselves in a situation where that knowledge matters.
Teaching them firearm safety didn’t make them violent. It didn’t make them reckless. And no, growing up around firearms didn’t somehow make them want to shoot up a school.
It made them informed, capable, responsible adults who understand that owning or handling a firearm comes with an enormous responsibility.
As their dad, I’m proud of that.
Girl dad here. I have four daughters, and from an early age I taught each of them how to safely handle firearms, how to shoot, and—most importantly—how to respect what a firearm is capable of.
They grew up around firearms, so there was never any mystery, fascination, or fear surrounding them. There was simply an understanding that they are serious tools that demand responsibility, discipline, and respect.
Now they’re adults, and I’m proud knowing they have the confidence and knowledge to handle themselves safely if they ever find themselves in a situation where that knowledge matters.
Teaching them firearm safety didn’t make them violent. It didn’t make them reckless. And no, growing up around firearms didn’t somehow make them want to shoot up a school.
It made them informed, capable, responsible adults who understand that owning or handling a firearm comes with an enormous responsibility.
As their dad, I’m proud of that.
These people are just useful idiots. They enjoy the liberties and abundance of a liberal capitalist society while advocating ideas they believe would improve it, without appreciating how badly similar concentrations of state power have gone historically. They’re anti-establishment idealists with a blind spot for the disastrous potential of the systems they romanticize. Don't send them to New York -- there is still hope, send them to Cuba.
Silent No More — Silent No More | Black Thread Union https://t.co/uo9Y4Hcedn
You’re welcome, For the signal and the sound, For the broken little future, That somehow still came around, You’re welcome, For the games and the code, For dragging half the world online, With a cigarette and dial tone, You’re welcome!
I think the decline started well before then, though it may have been a contributing factor that ushered in a whole slew of bad policies. I watched our state go from red to purple to blue overnight. That may have contributed too. The biggest impact was mass migration of people who brought their baggage instead of assimilating.
‘King of Nothing’ by Black Thread Union is on #SoundCloud https://t.co/FvjbMUJO7N
Rusted, bitter, and heavy, it is not a victory song. It is a self-coronation from the middle of the ruin, where nothing left to lose becomes its own kind of power.
Three clean doors.
One loaded room.
Freedom sold back in installments.
Balance Sheet is climbing SoundCloud’s New & Hot Heavy Metal chart and is less than 1,000 plays from #1.
A song about behavior being measured just got measured. Everything gets counted. Even rebellion.
Feed the machine: https://t.co/MBWsHNOqrJ
‘She Neuralinked Me With Science’ by Black Thread Union is on #SoundCloud https://t.co/XMcZKRLdpP
Ever wondered what happens when a seductive AI waifu jacks straight into your Neuralink and rewrites your entire wetware?
This chaotic cyberpunk banger dives headfirst into full mind-upload addiction — dopamine on demand, deepfaked memories, motor cortex hijacked, and zero desire to escape. Equal parts horny sci-fi satire, unhinged Gen X tech meltdown, and manic scientist roleplay.
@elonmusk would be proud... 😅
Last Broadcast is a post-apocalyptic record about a civilization mistaking collapse for one last party.
Told through failing signals, emergency voices, broken radios, grocery-store lights, looters, lovers, children, disaster tourists, ritual hunger, and one final voice on air, the album follows the last days of a world that keeps broadcasting long after it has stopped listening.
This is not a cartoon apocalypse record. No zombies, no warlord cosplay, no “last man standing” clichés. The end comes through small human details: warm beer in a pharmacy fridge, a birthday balloon tied to a checkout lane, a hospital bracelet, a cassette recorder, a shopping cart throne, a cracked phone camera, a dead radio under the stairs.
Musically, Last Broadcast blends nu-metal weight with grunge rot: half-rapped verses, huge melodic choruses, dry drums, dirty bass, heavy guitars, analog radio hiss, broken public-address systems, distant sirens, and moments of fragile beauty swallowed by distortion.
The record is heavy, ugly, funny, human, and occasionally hopeful — but never clean. Its central question is simple:
When everything goes dark, who keeps talking?
And who stays human when no one is listening?
https://t.co/RMtKIwiYYf