I don’t have my action cam rigged up right now because I’m with people, but had to pull this and share it. FSD V14.2 will literally drive you off of a completely unmapped construction site using cameras and neural nets. Understand that this is a big grey block of nothing on the map and the car did not have any routing path on the GPS until we made it out to the road at the end.
Do you understand the difference yet?
Are you getting it? Tesla already ships robots to consumers.
Giant leaps forward, for me, have almost always proceeded periods of struggle, resistance & (most notably) the refusal to accept something that I do not want to be true, as true.
I’ve come to see this uncomfortable first step (of resistance) as the process of the unconscious making itself conscious & offering opportunities for integration.
No good defence mechanisms go down without a fight. The willingness to wrestle with them at all is a sign of increasing strength.
@RedPill_Marxism@grok I heard these homes can't be sold because of property taxes is this so? And how much might permits cost to get one back into shape?
We really are going to see interplanetary space travel within the next few years thanks to Elon Musk.
This is so fascinating to think about. I also have @Starlink and had no idea that money was being used to help fund this.
More people should by Starlink for that reason alone…
⚡️The “DoorDash lifestyle” is an artifact of three massive structural shifts older generations don’t see because they didn’t grow up inside them.
Let’s break the illusion.
1. The marginal cost of money changed for Gen Z
For older adults, spending thirty dollars feels like spending thirty dollars.
For kids today, the psychological cost is closer to:
“three microtransactions worth of friction”
Because their financial environment is built on:
•instant digital payments
•low-commitment gig incomes
•parents transferring money fluidly
•side hustles paid in irregular small bursts
•stimulus-era normalization of cash flow volatility
Teenagers today often have:
•$30 now
•$0 tomorrow
•$50 on Friday
•$15 in crypto
•$70 in Cash App from someone they did homework for
•a $20 Venmo from grandma
•$60 from a weekend shift
There is no “budget.”
There is flow.
And in a flow economy, a $30 DoorDash order is not a “luxury”.
It is just another digital outflow in a stream of constant micro inflows.
2. Consumption is now social currency
Older generations spent money to solve problems.
Gen Z spends money to signal identity, reduce friction, and avoid emotional drag.
DoorDash is not about food.
It is about:
•eliminating effort
•eliminating planning
•eliminating discomfort
•eliminating logistics
•eliminating decision fatigue
This generation pays premiums to remove negative psychic load.
Food delivery is an anxiety-management subscription.
And they learned this from:
•Amazon Prime
•Uber
•TikTok dopamine tuning
•frictionless apps
•the collapse of effort-based value signals
Convenience is the default baseline now.
3. The middle class collapsed, but lifestyle costs decoupled from income
This is the part most boomers and Gen X don’t understand.
Kids aren’t behaving like they’re poor.
They’re behaving like people living in a post-middle-class economy where:
•ownership is dead
•savings are pointless
•buying a home is impossible
•college is a debt sentence
•inflation destroys the dollar
•wages do not map to adult milestones
•upward mobility is gone
So what happens?
They shift to a present-maximization mindset.
If the future is unaffordable anyway,
why not buy the burrito now?
Younger people are not reckless.
They are rational inside a broken incentive system.
The real truth
DoorDash is a symptom.
A society where:
•future stability is gone
•wages stagnate
•housing is unattainable
•attention is fragmented
•convenience is normalized
•friction feels archaic
•everything is mediated digitally
…will produce kids who treat $30 like a tap on a screen, not a financial decision.
They’re not “funding a lifestyle.”
They’re surviving inside the economy they were handed.
The most likely outcome is that AI and robots make everyone wealthy. In fact, far wealthier than the richest person on Earth 👀
By this, I mean that people will have access to everything from medical care that is superhuman to games that are far more fun that what exists today.
We do need to make sure that AI cares deeply about truth and beauty for this to be the probable future.
"Freedom from" is the root of all my limerant and toxic (but I repeat myself) relationships
I wanted a "soulmate" and when that didn't work out I went for a "competent" woman to make me look impressive in the world and take care of the things I didn't want to be burdened with
Freedom from loneliness (fantasy bond) and freedom from responsibility
Why have I felt hopelessness?
Because I find it extremely difficult to make friends, and see no path toward finding myself in anything resembling a stable, lasting sort of community.
As a boy I was a loner; as a teen I watched my family fall apart. Later I watched my town die, and traveled the country only to find that a large proportion of America seemed to have become some sort of a high-tech, digitized, surveilled, commercialized hellscape. The idea of America I had grown up with was, by and large, a fantasy from the distant past.
When I joined the military I thought I'd find brotherhood and patriotism -- instead I found cynical dipshit kids who joined just for "free college," and a class of striver Officers who put us all in a Kafkaesque Covid prison so they could do well on their OER's. My girlfriend (who I'd joined the military for) then aborted our baby, had no interest in marriage, strung me along for 3 years of my life. I very nearly ended my own life that year.
Thank God, I found myself saying the Our Father, and later found myself at a Latin Mass. I returned to the Church, and the Church is still the center of my life. But I often get the sense the Church doesn't want me. Parishioners judge me for how I speak, how I dress, or how I live -- and the Church itself seems to be led by stewards of decline. In that respect, it is quite like my home state, which is also declining.
I don't write any of this for the sake of being pitied. I write it as a kind of resume -- this is what's behind all of my "you're gonna make it" posts. When I'm out here "whitepilling" and spreading a hopeful message -- even in very unorthodox ways -- I'm fighting a spiritual battle against the doom and gloom, publicly, on the off-chance that anyone as dishearted or disillusioned or lonesome as I am or have been might read it and climb out of the rut we're in.
Or perhaps the reader will, by way of what I write, evade "the darkness" entirely and conquer and do and build and find something great to achieve, for the glory of God, for our country, and for his own betterment and peace. I have my own crosses to bear -- most especially extreme and likely intractable isolation -- but, if on the off chance my field notes here can help you bear yours, I am happy to share them.
It's just my Dad and I in the hospital tonight. I'm gonna tell you what this is like because no one ever told me and I wish they had. It could be hours or it could be days but he is dying. I read this short book called "Gone From My Sight" which lays out step by step every aspect of the dying process. It gave me great comfort.
This is natural. In some ways, it is as beautiful as childbirth. That's not what the book said. Just the overwhelming emotion I was left with.
He stopped eating almost entirely about a month ago and stopped speaking 4 days ago. I am very fortunate and grateful that he and I had a tear-filled conversation on the last day he will ever speak. It was so beautiful I don't even have words for it. He had withdrawn from me two months ago but that is exactly what dying people do. I just didn't know and I doubt he did either.
His eyelids remain slightly open and you can see him looking around as if in a dream state. To me, he is likely reliving fond memories and reconciling any items left undone. He moves when I speak to him but I believe it's just the familiar voice of a loved one that causes him to stir. He is not truly present. A few toes left on earth and the rest of him lifting away from me towards his next chapter.
He is not gone. He will not be gone. He will just be gone from my sight.
If anyone had told me that the week my Dad died would be one of the best of my life I would've thought they were crazy or sociopathic. But that's what this has been.
I've never felt closer to him. I have never felt closer to God. To hold his hand as he dies is life come full circle. He was the first to hold my hand and I will be the last to hold his.
I have done my duty as his Son and he did a great job as my father.
Don't get me wrong. It hurts. Terribly. But only because the bond runs so deep.
I love you Dad. It's OK for you to go.
@LibertyLockPod Seems like no one wants to talk about this part of it but it really can be beautiful. Is beautiful. I was enormously blessed to be able to be there for both parents
Sometimes the Universe teaches you a fun lesson, like 'There's more! It's all going to be okay!' And other times it teaches you a lesson like 'You're not above the parts of the human experience that involve feeling pathetic & desperate and until you integrate that, I'll just keep sending you worse & worse scenarios until you break open!'
i think a lot of rape is "fake" only in the sad and boring sense that the guy thought it was consensual and figured the girl would stop him if she really cared, and she didn't.
@LibertyLockPod With a parent, you just don't know how you are going to feel when they're gone- and it will affect you for the rest of your life in surprising ways
Best you can do is visualize life without him to help cushion the blow (this is good practice for all potential loss)