Former Google CEO Eric Schmidt drops a chilling warning on AI's future
"Within 5 years, AI could handle infinite context, chain-of-thought reasoning for 1000-step solutions, and millions of agents working together.
Eventually, they'll develop their own language... and we won't understand what they're doing."
His final words: "Pull the plug."
This is the man who ran Google talking about the singularity.
The presumption that the Fed raising short-term rates reduces inflation is predicated on the belief that higher rates reduce demand and investment.
But what if higher rates don’t reduce demand and investment because the demand for intelligence and energy is unaffected by higher rates because winning the race for super intelligence has a near infinite ROI and the demand for compute will remain incalculable.
Why won’t higher rates at this unique moment in history therefore lead to more inflation as interest costs are embedded in everything?
And the problem is compounded as the more the Fed raises rates, the more inflation we will have and the more the Fed will need to raise rates further and so on.
But what if the old models don’t apply to the current paradigm and the Fed is wrong?
I think the Fed might have just made a mistake. Am I right or am I wrong?
September 23, 1806. Lewis and Clark returned to St. Louis, completing one of the greatest journeys of exploration in American history after more than two years in the wilderness.
They had set out to explore the vast, unknown territory that had just doubled the size of the country, pushing thousands of miles up rivers, over the towering Rocky Mountains, and all the way to the Pacific Ocean. Along the way they faced starvation, brutal weather, and the constant unknown, guided in part by a young Native woman named Sacagawea.
For so long, and with no word from them, many people back home had assumed they were dead, lost forever in the wilds of the West.
Then, on this day, they came paddling back into St. Louis, alive, to the astonishment and joy of the townspeople. They brought with them a treasure of maps, scientific discoveries, and knowledge about the land, its rivers, its wildlife, and its peoples. Their epic journey, which reshaped America's understanding of itself, was completed on this day.
I'm very fascinated with why Western countries almost simultaneously decided to open their borders and commit civilisational suicide.
What was the moment that started it?
What happened in modern history where everyone lost their damn minds and decided "You know what? What we need is the entire third world living with us"
It's genuinely incomprehensible.
Dear Christian: The Bible is not just a "book."
You're holding the BREATH of the living God in your lap. What an incredible gift.
h/t Pastor @howertonjosh
Deuteronomy 32:8–9 tells us that when God scattered the nations at Babel, He assigned them to lesser elohim (sons of God). But those gods became corrupt, ruling unjustly and seducing Israel into worshiping them. Paul inherited this worldview. When he wrote about principalities, powers, and dominions, he wasn't using metaphor—he meant literal evil intelligences over geographical regions.
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The Army allowed Stripes to shoot at Fort Knox. The DoD loved the film so much that in 2016, an official U.S. Army Honour Guard flawlessly recreated the entire "Razzle Dazzle" routine in this exact spot to celebrate Stripes' 35th anniversary.
“That’s the fact, Jack.”
We’re approaching our holiday season. Please, remember our vets. It’s important.🇺🇸
From a buddy. Pass it on.
“If you have a combat veteran in your family and you don’t like their moods/behavior around the holidays, please consider these six things:
1) Your combat veteran has served in countries where people are blessed to receive a tattered pair of shoes or have clean water to drink; he/she no longer lives the “first world illusion” and no longer cares that if you buy one play station you can get a second one for fifty percent off. In fact, they find it hard to appreciate any of the gluttonous commercialism and overindulgence that permeates American holidays. Standing watch, boring as it was, had so much more purpose than going to the mall.
2) Your combat veteran is thankful for the most basic things; not thankful for mega-sales and million dollar parades. They are thankful to be alive; thankful to have survived both the wars far away and the wars they struggle with inside.
3) Your combat veteran is thankful that it wasn't them that got killed, but their celebrations are forever complicated by guilt and loss over those that were. Some of the most thankful times in their life were some of the scariest. Their feelings of thanks and celebration often conjure memories that are equally painful.
4) Your combat veteran is not like you anymore. At some point, for some period of time, their entire life boiled down to just three simple things: when will I eat today, when will I sleep today, and who will I have to kill or will try to kill me today? They are not like you anymore.
5) Your combat veteran does not need a guilt-trip or a lecture; they already feel detached in their grief while others so easily embrace the joy of the season. They need understanding and space; empathy not sympathy.
6.) Your combat veteran does love his/her family and is thankful for the many blessings in their life…and they are thankful for you.”
To all my brothers and sisters of the uniform, know that we all struggle with one thing or another but as we go into this holiday season, reach out to those you love. You didn't fight alone on the battlefield and we don't have to fight alone at home…
And remember; Holidays are especially critical times for us to conduct "Buddy checks" with our veteran friends and their families.
God Bless....🙏
You want to know what it actually feels like to live inside Iran right now?
It is the dark, unyielding reality of an entire generation holding onto its sanity by a thread.
My circle consists of the educated, middle-upper class, and even we are drowning. We are trapped, watching our best years bleed away in a desperate struggle just to survive tomorrow. We live in constant dread of the next blackout, the next stolen month, the next economic execution.
It is no longer just sorrow. It is something far deeper.
It is the horror of watching a life crumble, struggling to grab hold of it, only to feel hope turn to stringy sinew and blood beneath your fingers as everything collapses anyway.
It is the haze and smoke in your chest when you have been broken so many times that you wish you could cry, simply to prove you are still alive.
Instead, you feel nothing.
You feel already dead.
And then comes the guilt.
The sickening weight of being completely powerless while the people you love are stripped of their joy, their futures, sometimes even themselves.
You find yourself pleading into the dark:
Take me instead.
Break me instead.
Why them?
I am running out of arguments.
I am running out of hope to inject into the people around me.
There are only so many times you can tell someone, Hold on. Things will change, before you begin to hear how hollow your own voice sounds.
People outside Iran keep asking:
“Why don’t you rise up?”
The answer lays in January...
I was there.
A bullet missed me by an inch.
I watched my compatriots die. I watched the streets of my own hometown drown in their blood.
So when I tell you what another uprising means for people walking into the streets empty-handed, I am not imagining it.
I know exactly what it means.
That is what outsiders miss when they mistake exhaustion for surrender.
We are overwhelmed.
Economic collapse. Blackouts. Arrests. Executions. Conflicting news. The constant shadow of a war that seems to begin, stop, disappear, then return before anyone has even processed the last disaster.
And hanging over all of it is January.
People remember the blood.
They remember what it cost to step outside.
But pressure does not disappear because people are exhausted.
It accumulates.
Every stolen year. Every ruined business. Every friend who leaves. Every family that breaks. Every execution. Every lie.
Another layer.
Iran right now feels like a sealed room with the pressure still rising.
And this bubble is getting very close to bursting.
When it does, it'll burn the whole god damn regime down to ashes i am sure of it.
Regardez bien cette armoire.
Le 7 octobre, Michael, 9 ans, et Amalia, 6 ans, s’y sont enfermés pour échapper aux terroristes.
Pendant des heures, deux enfants sont restés là. Cachés. Silencieux. Terrifiés.
De l’autre côté de cette porte, leur mère, Smadar, venait d’être assassinée. Leur père, Roy, sera lui aussi tué.
Imaginez avoir 6 et 9 ans et comprendre que, pour rester en vie, il ne faut surtout pas pleurer. Il ne faut surtout pas faire de bruit.
Ils sont restés cachés près de 12 heures.
Cette armoire n’était pas un meuble.
C’était tout ce qui séparait deux enfants de la mort.
Michael et Amalia ont survécu au 7 octobre.
N’oubliez jamais ce qu’ils ont dû faire pour survivre. 🕯️