‼️ LG monitors are silently installing adware on computers through an LG app because Windows allows to automatically fetch apps for connected devices with full system access.
Once an LG monitor is connected to a Windows PC, it triggers Windows Update to fetch the LG Monitor App Installer, an app whose store listing grants access to "All system resources," with no consent screen and McAfee trial ads following shortly after.
Microsoft's role deserves scrutiny too. The Windows feature was built for drivers and companion utilities, not for ad software with full-resource permissions.
The same behavior was found by YouTuber Gamers Nexus on monitors up to three years old, including ones already in use at its own office. LG has not publicly responded, and the first consent screen you ever see is the ad.
Doomscrolling is a black magic ritual. You lay in the same position. Turn off the lights, deeply focused on the feed. You’re shown memes, tragedies and “useful” information (it’s all slop) and before you know it you’re stuck in a trance. Your thumb moves without thought. You’re in flow but it’s artificially engineered by the dopamine loops the algo was built to trigger. You remember you have things to do but the black mirror pulls you in deeper by showing you something that stimulates you more. Before you know it, all your free time is gone. Every original idea you may have had is gone. You’re polluted with open loops and feel restless all the time. Every day you go to your altar (your bed), pull out your rosary (your ig feed) and you endlessly worship slop. Time blurs together and years have gone by yet you repeat the same pattern. Why? because you’ve never been taught how to engage with your own boredom, with your own pain, with your own discomfort. You resist it like it’s killing you, but what’s killing you is what you’ve turned into a part of your life (scrolling). It’s inverted. If you simply learned how to be courageous and face your immediate discomfort with pain and boredom. You’ll allow your natural wisdom and creativity to rise and begin living a life you truly want to live.
Taiwan solved tax evasion in 1951 with a trick so cheap it should embarrass every tax authority on the planet.
The problem was an all-cash economy full of small shops. A merchant pockets the cash, skips the receipt, and the sale never existed. Auditors can't catch what was never recorded, and hiring enough of them to watch every noodle stand costs more than the missing tax.
So finance chief Ren Xianqun flipped the incentive. Print a lottery number on every receipt. Draw winners every two months on live TV. Top prize today: NT$10 million, about $310K.
Suddenly the customer and the shopkeeper want opposite things. The merchant wants the sale off the books. The customer wants the ticket. And there are millions more customers than merchants. Every transaction now carries a built-in witness demanding the paper trail.
Year one, reported tax revenue jumped 75%, from NT$29 million to NT$51 million. Seventy-five years later, roughly 70% of Taiwanese still play. Convenience stores redeem the smallest NT$200 prizes at the register, so even a coffee receipt feels like a scratch card.
The elegant part is what the audit force costs. The prize pool runs about NT$7 billion a year, roughly $20 million. In exchange, the government gets 23 million unpaid auditors working every checkout line in the country, forever. No inspector general on earth delivers that coverage at that price.
Greece, Italy, Portugal, and Slovakia all copied it. The most effective compliance tool ever built looks like a game, and that's exactly why it works.
🚨LEAKED 4 CHAN PSYCHIC METHOD!
A user on 4chan posted a method for developing psychic abilities using isochronic tones while focusing attention on a visual point
What if we simply just never understood ourselves well enough to use these abilities..
A user on 4chan /x/ posted a method for developing psychic abilities.
It involves training the brain using isochronic tones (starting at 15-20 Hz) using sites like onlinetonegenerator(dot)com while focusing attention on a visual point.
One note mentions tobacco as a way to accelerate cognitive processes.
How very interesting. Have fun and be careful.
Any politician that is for age verification, Digital ID, VPN bans or hate speech laws are part of a global movement to build a new enslavement of humanity.
We should build a future that treats these people as criminals.
This is how you know the UK has slid too far right
Both of these men are zionist, war criminal, ableist, transphobic, centre-right capitalists, who both undermined (and Starmer even expelled) socialists in Labour. Yet, because they’re not in Reform, they get called “socialist”.
UNBELIEVABLE. Your entire life sold to a billionaire and you never got a vote. DIGITAL ID. Blair brokered it, the King read it out like a shopping list, and 2.96 million of you signed a petition begging them not to. They read it, smiled, and did it anyway.
Here’s this COCKY IDIOT, smirking down the camera, telling you it's only what he was elected to do. The sheer NERVE.
They tried to force this in 2006 and the country threw it back. So they got clever. You don't force a leash on a country, you call it child safety and let them clip it on themselves. Optional, they say. Until the bank needs it. Until the job needs it. Until you can't buy milk without it. Optional the way a cliff edge is optional.
Embedded so deep that pulling it out takes the whole system down. Surviving every election. Every Prime Minister. Every one of you who never agreed to a word of it.
That's not a service. It's a LEASH. Heavy surveillance with a friendly logo, built to watch you, price you, and switch you off the second you say the wrong thing. Once it turns, it never turns back.
Now watch him smirk through it. FIVE times he stood there and said it's not possible. FIVE. Like a parrot that learned one phrase and mistook it for genius, reciting his greatest hits to a country that stopped clapping months ago, taking a bow in an empty theatre.
Wrong every time, he sneers. No, sunshine. Wrong about the boats. The bills. The borders. The only thing he's right about is how much he adores the sound of his own voice telling you he's right.
Watch what he's smirking THROUGH. The most despised Prime Minister this country has ever recorded. Ministers bolting for the door. MPs begging him to leave. A man waist deep in his own wreckage, straightening his tie for the cameras.
He was elected to serve this country. Not gift-wrap your private life and post it to the highest bidder who filled Blair's pockets fastest.
A landslide, he calls it. Won on barely a third of the vote, the emptiest mandate in living memory, worn like a crown God lowered onto his head.
Biggest NHS drop in 17 years, he beams. For ONE month. While 7.3 million still rot on the list.
Highest growth in the G7, he says. For ONE quarter. The next month it shrank. Funny how he forgot that bit.
Then everything he left off the brochure. TEN things not one of you voted for. Not one in his manifesto.
Winter fuel torn off ten million pensioners. Biggest tax raid since 1993. The thresholds Reeves swore she'd never freeze, frozen. Energy bills up after he promised cuts. The family farm tax. WASPI women promised the earth, handed a shrug. Grooming inquiry sat on six months. Post offices for the chop. Chagos given away.
And the tenth, buried deepest. Digital ID, held up behind the children like a human shield, because who argues with protecting kids. Then they vote to come for your VPN, the one tool that let you slip the net, and bolt the last door behind you.
Here's the punchline that should make your blood boil. Australia tried this exact ban. Months later the children strolled straight through it. It didn't protect ONE child. It was never built to. The children were never the point. The contract was.
Blair gets richer. Ellison gets richer. Then they plug it into Europe so the same machine prints money across a continent. Every regime that ever pulled this used the same excuse. China. Russia. North Korea. Protect the people. Then own them.
The children were never the target. They were the costume. You were never protected. You were harvested, and told to say thank you.
So watch him smirk and call it a mandate. It was never a mandate. It's the biggest robbery in plain sight this country has ever seen, dressed up as the will of the people and sold back to you as kindness.
Once it turns, it never turns back.
They can’t. Make your own vpn:
1. SSH to a host with:
ssh user@host -D 8081
2. Point your browser proxy settings to localhost port 8081, and mark it as a SOCKS v5 proxy.
3. You now are proxying your browser traffic to where that host is, like a vpn.
USA. I ordered a large soda.
In Japan, large means slightly larger.
A small drink becomes a medium drink.
A medium drink becomes a large drink.
Everyone understands the agreement.
But in America, large means the conversation has left the restaurant.
The cashier handed me the cup.
I looked at it.
It looked back.
This was not a drink.
This was a private reservoir with a lid.
I held it with both hands, because one hand felt disrespectful. The ice moved inside like a small glacier. The straw stood there with the confidence of a flag planted on new land.
The cashier smiled like this was normal.
So I accepted it.
In America, a large drink is not a beverage. It is infrastructure.
I took one sip.
Nothing changed.
I took another sip.
Still full.
I took a serious sip, the kind of sip a man takes when he has decided to participate in his own future.
The level did not move.
At that point, I stopped drinking and began managing it.
I checked the weight.
I listened to the ice.
I adjusted the straw angle.
I monitored condensation on the cup wall.
I was no longer a customer.
I was the Department of Soda.
A child walked past holding the same size cup with one hand.
One hand.
No fear.
No hesitation.
No respect for the burden.
I understood.
He was born into the system.
I carried mine outside like a sacred responsibility. The sun was hot. The cup was cold. I was small. The soda was still winning.
By the time I reached the parking lot, I had accepted the truth.
I did not order a drink.
I was appointed temporary governor of a liquid province.
I did not finish it.
It finished me.
USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop.
I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls.
Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors.
In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves.
This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift.
The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were.
So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply.
The owner asked if everything was okay.
"It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter."
He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?"
I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter.
I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer.
So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen.
And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it.
Reborn.
A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.
If this goes forward — $250 bill with Trump's face on it. — Chinese will get a huge kick out of it. "250" (二百五, èrbǎiwǔ) is a common Chinese insult meaning a half-wit, a blockhead, a fool. Comedy writes itself. 笑死.