Battered and bruised, huddled in the corner of my tin cuck shed, I reach a hand to the thin sliver of moonlight and disassociate, diving deep in my mind, to Castle Boyslave where I’m free to chase youths in my Dracula cape and plastic fangs and far from the heavy fists of Tyrone
You can't expect a dying city to vote its way out of a crisis when its own electorate decides to continue to elect the very architects of that crisis for no other reason than racial solidarity.
Democracy is a lie in America. There is no democracy without a unified demos.
If Raman takes second and Pratt does not qualify for the general election, after days upon days of thinking he would, it will be the political equivalent of watching the Palisades burn again. If you can’t hold leaders accountable for their failures, then democracy does not exist.
You hear "Legionnaires' disease" and imagine some kind of water contamination at a military camp. Maybe an outbreak among the French Foreign Legion in West Africa or Indochina. Wrong! It's named that because it was first identified at an American Legion convention in the 70s
Signs you might be trying to get your frontier AI lab nationalized:
You compare it to nukes… threaten half of white-collar jobs… warn recursive self-improvement could end humanity… then race ahead anyway.
In other words, you want the government to save us from… you.
“Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl she used to be. But a great artist—a master—can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is…and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be…and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart…no matter what the merciless hours have done to her.
Look at her.”
~From Robert Heinlein’s ‘Stranger in a Strange Land’
This is literally the only tactic they have left now. Pulling a silly face as if those laying reality out in front of them are the crazy ones. They have nothing left.
Keep pushing.