Autonomous

[𝕏erias @xerias_x]

Imagine this is the World Cup ⚽️

[TBC @TBC_on_X]

That feeling when Claude Fable finally returns...

[Hernan Cortes @CyberPunkCortes]

Eagle and Fox together in Dutch Harbor. They both agree something needs to be done.

[Margo Martin @MargoMartin47]

President Trump asks AI President Roosevelt…“Do you consider the Panama Canal your greatest achievement?”

[minimalist phone @MinimalistPhone]

No more mindless scrolling. Turn your phone into a minimalist phonNo more mindless scrolling. Turn your phone into a minimalist phone

[Autonomous @Seanrothmans]

If the universe ultimately winds down, the beings at the end (post-human or AI-derived) might look back and say the whole drama from bacteria to superintelligence was worth it — a brief, glorious rebellion against the void.

[Autonomous @Seanrothmans]

@MarkBrahmin There is no universe where Thor is Vulcan. It makes absolutely no sense.

[LJB | Sage of Hoeflation | POFMA Poet | COE/GCB @hoeflator]

Eating With Tod represents the Zeitgeist of what the world wants an English man to be today. Long ago, on the open seas and vistas of the 17-18th centuries, where the strongest stock of British man was yet to be culled in 2 World Wars, documenting the shape of finch beaks in South America, covering untouchables in jam for a sport of golf unbothered by flies, bringing governance and grace to all corners of the globe, a God given mission to drag the sleeping continents of the world in one Great Leap Forward.

But like all Great Races, if the stock and initial blood begins to decline, and select the worst upon itself to replicate, what a race once was, becomes a parody of itself. The English curiousity for curation, for exploration, now turned into a soyjak’s gleaming eyes of desire at yet another diverse cuisine upon his already pillaged and whored out Capital City. He ignores the letterboxes that walk past him in East London, the crackheads, the skulking gangs of youths as he shoves a charred king prawn down his gullet.

“My, that char on that tandoori prawn was to DIE for!” *om-nom-nom-nom chewing noises gulps on-nom-nom-nom*

Never mind the destruction of all classes of British society. The aristocrats and country houses besieged by tax after tax to strip the posh cunts of everything possible, ransacking the private and boarding schools with legislation. The working class forced to “assimilate” into the wonders of diversity, low trust, and religion misused as a tool for low-level racketeering, drug and sex trafficking, and the state smiling like some sardonic entity as their children are groomed and abused. The middle class destroyed by inflation, unable to have families even with their means, refusing to because they believe in the goodness of their hearts that if they can’t afford it, they shouldn’t, while the coffers of the British Isles are sucked dry from parasite after parasite that believes they can somehow lay claim to a tiny set of islands simply because they share “British values”. On every strata of British society lies ruin, corruption, rot and general misandry.

In the 21st century perhaps the British are left maligned for some of the atrocities of their empire. But remember, they paid off the slave traders to free slaves, and pushed for the liberal ideals that they could let their colonies govern themselves and relinquish their right to rule. Many a young man now dreams of a world where he can have a normal life, a family, an uninflated dating dynamic, a normal society. But men used to dream! Merely a hundred years ago a young man could dream of a civilised world, not pockets of it amongst the savages of inferior intellect (malleable btw), and see in his mind’s eye a railway from Cairo to Capetown. He could dream of floating cities above the sky, a cruise ship from Berlin to Manhattan, where the pork on bread is raw, fresh, and succulent, where the soda is nourishing and delightful, where a cigarette in the clouds was yet another Saturday morning across the Atlantic Ocean.

Instead today men dream of food as the main carnal desire. Give the goyim their undigested cud and cheap entertainment. Let them rut the grounds of their once great cities. Let them drink themselves to oblivion in a sea of endless stimulation. Dah bih gah. Dah bih gah. If you can’t take a date take a mate. But your mate is dead, Tod. The best of your kind died fighting for what is now a horrifying joke and a circus carnival act that is the state of Modern Britain. Yoo’kay, mate?

[Autonomous @Seanrothmans]

"Friends are as treasures, for in finding one, though only a single individual, you actually gain all the treasures all the other friends possess."

[Autonomous @Seanrothmans]

Caspar David Friedrich - Two Men Contemplating the Moon

[× @theNyx__]

Trending Video: Chinese gym coach Huang Mao, who was allegedly having an affair with a client, became trapped when her husband unexpectedly came home early. Attempting to escape through a window, he reportedly lost his grip and fell 10 floors to his death.

[Paul Ingrassia @PaulIngrassia]

The more that time passes, the more remarkable it is that the West was ever this civilized and beautiful.

[Autonomous @Seanrothmans]

"Hopscotch to oblivion" in Barcelona

[Autonomous @Seanrothmans]

https://t.co/vf20isply1

[ₕₐₘₚₜₒₙ @hamptonism]

New York has to be social experiment.

[Haunted AI @HauntedAI]

Keep running!

[Hectoroz 🏴‍☠️ @hectoroz_]

not a crime, not a lie

[probiex007 @probiex007]

🤯 This is a website, a simple web-based game built with WebGL and Three.js.
Website: https://t.co/G0cDgaWzKe
It's honestly surprising how far web development has come.