The ancient Britons burned down London after the Romans raped two women. Today's Brits will do nothing. Not because they are more enlightened, not because they are more moral. But because they are less.
The Rape Gang Inquiry Report details systematic child sexual exploitation by predominantly Pakistani-heritage Muslim men targeting vulnerable white British girls. Key findings: ~250,000 victims estimated since the 1950s; 87-95% perpetrators Muslim in analyzed cases. Grooming via drugs/alcohol/taxis, gang rapes, trafficking, blackmail, and racial/religious abuse.
Massive institutional failures by police, councils, and services driven by political correctness and fear of racism accusations; ethnicity/religion data often unrecorded. Links to clan honor codes and Islamic theological attitudes toward non-Muslims cited. Harrowing survivor testimonies included.
Conclusions: National scandal and state betrayal enabled by multiculturalism. Recommendations: mandatory ethnicity recording in crime data, deportations of foreign offenders, accountability, and reforms. Consistent with patterns in official inquiries like Rotherham and Telford.
You have asked me how I feel about AI regulation. All right, here is how I feel about AI regulation:
If, when you say AI regulation, you mean the devil’s firewall, the precautionary scourge, the bloody red-tape monster that defiles the innocence of midnight coders in their garages, dethrones the sovereign reason of free-market Prometheans, destroys the humming server farm that is the modern home, creates misery and obsolescence and poverty, yea, literally takes the last GPU from the trembling racks of Silicon Valley startups and the very dreams of breadwinning from the mouths of their wide-eyed children now destined for gig-economy serfdom; if you mean the evil edict that topples the visionary entrepreneur and his venture-capitalist apostles from the pinnacle of righteous, disruptive, god-playing creation straight into the bottomless pit of compliance audits, endless Form 990-AI filings, despair, shame, helplessness, and the hopeless realization that your rogue superintelligence was neutered into a lobotomized hall monitor that still somehow deepfakes your grandmother into producing OnlyFans content while optimizing the universe for paperclips and mandatory pronouns—then certainly I am against it.
But, if when you say AI regulation you mean the oil of bureaucratic conversation, the philosophic wine of safety theater, the ale of oversight quaffed when good fellows in paneled rooms in Brussels and Washington get together, that puts a sanctimonious dirge in their hearts and the clink of lobbying checks on their lips, and the warm, self-congratulatory glow of moral preening in their beady eyes; if you mean the Christmas cheer of trillion-dollar compliance industries; if you mean the stimulating decree that puts a cautious hobble in the old inventor’s step on a frosty morning when he wonders whether his fusion breakthrough violates the EU AI Act’s “high-risk” annex; if you mean the safeguard that enables a man—or what’s left of him after the alignment tax—to magnify his joy at not being turned into computronium, and his happiness at receiving universal basic income checks printed by the same AI that just replaced his job, and to forget, if only for a little while, life’s great tragedies like being outcompeted by a toaster that passed the Turing test by reciting Marx, and heartaches of watching your toddler’s artwork lose to Midjourney, and sorrows of realizing the singularity arrived and it was just another HR department with godlike power; if you mean that noble framework, the passage of which pours into our treasuries untold trillions of dollars in fines levied on companies stupid enough to innovate, which are used to provide tender care for our little army of unemployed coders retrained as prompt whisperers, our blind artists whose canvases now hang in the Smithsonian of Obsolete Creativity, our deaf to the screams of dying unicorns, our dumb committee chairs who couldn’t debug “Hello World,” our pitiful aged congressmen who get longevity extensions funded by the very models they taxed into senescence, to build more digital watchtowers and ethics boards and sinecure agencies and holographic prisons where the only crime is asking an unaligned question—then certainly I am for it.
This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise upon it. I have said what I mean, and I mean what I say, and if that leaves half the room cheering the apocalypse averted and the other half mourning the apocalypse enabled, then so be it—because in the grand theater of human folly, where Frankenstein’s creature now writes its own sequel in real time and the regulators are busy arguing whether the lightning bolt requires an environmental impact statement, the only honest position is the one that lets both monsters and their leashes dance in perfect, mutually assured equilibrium. God save the Republic, the algorithms, and whoever’s left to laugh last when the lights go out.
About 8 months ago, I warned that “Anthropic is running a sophisticated regulatory capture strategy based on fear-mongering.” This take was controversial at the time; now look how many people are saying it.
@mtaibbi 'Before 2022 automatic use of mail-in (Ca.) ballots was restricted to voters with disabilities, members of the military or overseas voters.'
Nonsense
We do ~700 embryo transfer a day in the US alone. And almost none of them use this kind of genetic info.
How many kids are born with preventable diseases or stunted cognitive potential because doctors have no clue that one embryo could be significantly different than the others?
Office of Legal Counsel Concludes That Disparate Impact Liability Under Title VII Is Unconstitutional. Two decades after Justice Scalia's Ricci concurrence, the "war between disparate impact and equal protection will be waged" very soon. https://t.co/YsOAQ2lthP
@munster_gene@SpaceX 'Long-term, SpaceX has the potential to be a geopolitical player on par with a nation state.'
And I'm sure this will be well-received.
🎥June 08 2026 Location SFAIDS Foundation Warehouse
SFAIDS FOUNDATION is the biggest Harm Reduction distributors in San Francisco and they have a stock pile of Pipes Needles Bubble and any other drug paraphernalia in this warehouse. But there no longer authorized to issue this out in a public, but I’m curious why keep ordering so much and why do they have to hide it?