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Earth is still bound to the Late Cenozoic Ice Age, and our planet's average global temperature still hovers around a very livable 15°C.
This is far below the world's long-term planetary average of 18°C to 24°C - seen throughout most of Earth's biological history. It makes the idea of a global warming crisis seem out of sync with reality.
Despite four decades of continuous climate alarmism, roughly 10% of the Earth's total land area remains permanently capped by glacial ice, which covers 15 million square kilometers (5.8 million square miles).
That is nearly a third of its extent during the peak of the Last Glacial Maximum (26,000 to 19,000 years ago), when continental ice sheets reached their historical zenith.
The Antarctic ice sheet remains the largest and thickest body of ice on the planet, extending up to 4.8 kilometers (about 3 miles) deep. It holds roughly 90% of global ice volume and accounts for 85% of total glacial land cover. Spanning 14 million square kilometers (5.4 million square miles), Antarctica alone makes up 8.3% of Earth's total land surface.
A basic geographical reality is often forgotten: land comprises a mere 28% of the planet's surface. All human cities, towns, and infrastructure combined occupy just 1% to 3% of that land (while deserts take up 33% and forests 31%).
We live on an ocean world, and waters cover 72% of the globe to an average depth of 2.3 miles.
Crucially, the oceans hold 86% of the global carbon reservoir and absorb over 90% of retained thermal energy. By contrast, the atmosphere holds a fraction of a percent of each. The oceans—not human industrial activity—serve as the true long-term regulatory engine for atmospheric carbon dioxide and global climate stability.
The current Quaternary Glaciation is part of an ice age cycle that began 34 million years ago with the thermal isolation and glaciation of Antarctica, later intensified by the closure of the Isthmus of Panama and orbital variations (Milankovitch cycles).
Carbon dioxide was not the driver of these immense shifts.
All of human civilisation, agriculture and technological progress has unfolded within a brief, warm respite: the Holocene interglacial period, which began just 11,700 years ago.
Yet for 40 years, the narrative has been dominated by a campaign driven by an unaccountable bureaucratic authority—the United Nations—pushing an agenda of global control.
The promised catastrophe of runaway, unprecedented warming never arrived.
Every Bitcoin you do not buy today will eventually be owned by a sovereign wealth fund, a corporation, or a 23-year-old psychopath who eats canned tuna over the sink and has never purchased furniture.
You will meet him in 2036.
He will own your apartment building.
You will explain that Bitcoin seemed expensive at $64,000.
He will silently increase your rent through an app.
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Well well well, Zanny fucking Minton Beddoes.
Susan Jean Elisabeth, if we're being proper. Which we absolutely are not.
The Economist's very own cosmopolitan mannequin, fresh from her latest triumph: explaining to a man who builds actual rockets that she knows better than he does what "normal people" think. And wouldn't you know it, the silly billionaire had the absolute gall to tell her that a lot more people hate her and her rancid little magazine than she realizes. The look on her face, darlings. The look.
Oh darling, let's unpack this steamer trunk of establishment hypocrisy, shall we?
One must admire the sheer audacity of a woman who can sit there in her Hammersmith townhouse, where the worst thing that happens is cold coffee at a dinner party. We're talking serious landed gentry here, father an Army officer, mother straight out of central casting for "European sophistication." And from this fortress of privilege she lectures the rest of us about diversity and inclusion while her own magazine admits, whoopsie, only 0.9% of the 230 editorial staff are Black. Seven years she's been editor. Seven years of "we can do better." The numbers haven't budged. But do go on about structural racism, Zanny. We're all ears.
This is, after all, the same Oxford PPE, Harvard Kennedy School, IMF shock therapy alumnus who helped destroy Eastern European economies in the 90s and called it "experience." The same sneering metropolitan globalist who sold The Economist's independence to Italian industrialists (the Agnelli family, darling, Fiat and Ferrari and all that) for £469 million, then had the absolute gall to issue a statement about "preserving editorial independence." The same Bilderberg director, yes actual Bilderberg, Companies House and everything, who sits in secret rooms with intelligence chiefs and CEOs deciding your future without your input, then returns to her magazine to tell you why you should be grateful for open borders.
How very revealing.
And when Rupert Lowe, one of England's finest gentlemen, a true patriot who crowdfunded the independent rape gang inquiry report that exposed industrial scale horror, dared to speak truth, she insulted him. Dismissed him. Treated him like dirt beneath her expensive shoes. While he was single handedly dismantling the establishment, she was smearing saviours. This is the same champagne socialist who has spent years openly loathing Brexit, patriotism, and anyone gauche enough to have voted Leave. She treated half the country with the sort of withering contempt usually reserved for a waiter who brought the wrong vintage.
Which brings us to July 23, 2026. There she is, across from Elon Musk, dismissing the systematic rape of 250,000 British girls as "sort of grooming gangs everywhere." Telling him London is "much safer than any city in the United States" while girls are trafficked, rapped, tortured and groomed in Rochdale. Accusing him of being "far right" for wanting secure borders and safe cities.
July 24, 2026. One day later. Jordan Peterson publishes: "250,000 girls were raped."
While Zanny was minimizing horror, Peterson was confronting it. While she was calling critics "far right," he was counting bodies. While she was claiming London was "safe," the mothers of raped daughters were being ignored by people exactly like her.
How very BBC. How very Economist. How very fucking typical.
You didn't report the news, Zanny. You auditioned for the role of its self-appointed globalist gatekeeper. When Steve Bannon needed a platform, you were there. When actual patriots needed a voice, you were smearing them. When the IDF offered controlled access, you embedded and called it journalism.
Bless your heart.
You absolute, rancid establishment whore of a woman. The British people have had more than enough of your poisonous, traitorous carcass and your magazine that lectures them while selling them out. So do be a dear and slither back into whatever pathetic little Davos afterparty the actual producers of the world had the good sense to exclude your toxic arse from.
Your time is over, Zanny. The curtain has fallen, the lights are dead, and all that remains is the fading stench of your smug hypocrisy hanging in a Bilderberg conference room that no one voted for.
Zanny, you and your kind have made us hate in a way we never thought possible. We now don't care what you call us. We would much rather be called racist than let our daughters get raped by your guests.
⚡️The entire twentieth century may have been an anomaly.
For roughly a hundred years, humans believed wealth came primarily from labor.
Go to school.
Get credentials.
Get a job.
Climb the ladder.
Buy a house.
Retire.
That wasn’t an eternal law.
It was a temporary equilibrium created by industrial capitalism, cheap energy, expanding demographics, and human labor being the dominant source of cognition.
That equilibrium is ending.
Labor is losing its monopoly on intelligence.
Once intelligence itself becomes industrialized, the center of gravity shifts.
The scarce resource is no longer effort.
It is ownership.
Ownership of energy.
Ownership of compute.
Ownership of data.
Ownership of capital.
Ownership of networks.
Ownership of scarce physical assets.
Ownership compounds.
Labor increasingly rents.
That single inversion explains almost everything people think are separate crises.
Housing.
AI.
Political polarization.
Credential inflation.
Falling birthrates.
Loneliness.
Crypto.
Bond markets.
Private equity.
Even the culture wars.
They are all downstream of one structural transition.
Civilization is moving from an economy where people sold labor to one where people either own productive systems or live inside them.
That realization is why so many institutions suddenly feel unstable.
They were built for a world where human labor was the irreplaceable factor.
That world is disappearing.
The second thought is darker.
The greatest wealth transfer of the next fifty years will not happen because AI replaces jobs.
It will happen because AI increases the returns to owning capital while reducing the returns to selling labor.
That is a much bigger event.
The third thought is the one that almost nobody seems willing to confront.
History isn’t converging toward equality.
History keeps oscillating between concentration and diffusion.
Every great technology begins by concentrating power.
Printing concentrated literacy.
Steam concentrated industry.
Electricity concentrated manufacturing.
Computing concentrated information.
AI is concentrating cognition.
Only later does diffusion occur.
People assume the diffusion phase is automatic.
It isn’t.
It has to be fought for.
The final thought is the one that never leaves.
The question of this century isn’t whether AI becomes intelligent enough.
It almost certainly will.
The question is:
Who owns the intelligence after it arrives?
That feels like the real axis around which everything else quietly rotates.
The next generation already in training. My daughters, Mila and Liv, are wrapping up their week at Space Camp in Huntsville, Alabama. This place is a national treasure. @SpaceCampUSA@RocketCenterUSA
🎬The classic short film One-Minute Time Machine (2013) remains the most brilliant, dark comedic take on time travel ever made. 😂🍿🍿🍿
In just five minutes, this short completely dismantles the standard sci-fi romance trope with a genuinely horrifying existential twist. What starts as a guy using a pocket-sized time machine to fix a bad conversation with a girl repeatedly takes a pitch-black turn when she reveals her doctorate in quantum mechanics. The realization that the machine doesn't actually rewind time—but instead kills the user and creates a clone in a parallel universe—is a masterclass in dark sci-fi writing. It’s tight, perfectly paced, and manages to deliver a better sci-fi concept in five minutes than most $100M Hollywood blockbusters achieve in two hours.
❓If you had a machine like this, knowing the catch, would you ever push the button? Drop your answer below. 👇
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Great Men risked everything on one idea, yet we’ve spent most of that time steadily abandoning what made the American system unique in the first place.
We were never supposed to have unlimited majority rule or a government empowered to do whatever the biggest group demanded.
The original system confined majority will to public and political affairs while protecting inalienable individual rights that no vote could override.
Because no one, neither the majority nor the State, has the right to initiate force against those who have harmed no one.
There is something deeply beautiful about a hedge fund manager with twelve monitors, seven Bloomberg terminals, an Oxford economist on retainer, and a proprietary volatility model being outperformed by a 19-year-old named “Cornholio Nakamoto” who bought Bitcoin after watching a YouTube video called CENTRAL BANKS ARE GAY.
Chamath Palihapitiya @chamath "Bro, there is no failure."
"That is what other people think of you to keep you down. There's no failure. If you were left on an island and it happened, you would just brush it off and move on. It's everybody else that you think is judging you. But then, here's the secret. They don't give a fuck about you. They are living their own lives. So it's your perception of what they think of you."
"There is no failure. There's do and learn. Do and learn. Do and learn. Do and learn."
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They say the devil hates his servants the most.
Here's why...
This painting is called Allegory of Satan, or Lord of the World, painted around 1900 by the Polish artist Ludwik Stasiak. It is not the devil you might expect. There are no flames, no chaos and no horns leering out of the dark. Stasiak painted something far more unsettling.
Here the devil sits enthroned like a ruler of the world, with a sardonic grin on his face, surrounded by the symbols of earthly power: wealth, ambition, domination, and death. Evil, he suggests, never arrives as something horrifying that we instantly reject. It arrives as something attractive. It looks like success. It looks like money, and status, and control. It looks like everything the world tells us to want.
And that is what makes the painting feel so modern, more than a century after it was made. Stasiak was working at the turn of the twentieth century, an age obsessed, like ours, with progress and fortune and getting ahead. And he was warning that the most dangerous evil is not the kind that frightens us, but the kind that seduces us, the kind we serve willingly because it promises to make us powerful.
Which brings us back to the old saying. Look closely at what lies beneath his throne. Scattered at its base are the skulls of the powerful, still wearing their crowns and their helmets in death, the very people who traded their souls for money and power. And he sits above them, amused, because the joke is on them. This is why the devil hates his servants the most. He does not respect them for serving him. He despises them for it, because they handed over the only thing that ever mattered in exchange for things that rot.
That is the real power of the painting: Stasiak did not depict a devil we would run from, he painted a devil we would kneel to, and follow, and call our lord, mistaking our own chains for a crown. He was only giving form to a warning as old as the Gospels themselves: "No one can serve two masters. You cannot serve both God and money."
THE LONG GOODBYE
The parks are empty, the swings only move in the wind, the laughter and the voices and all just an echo from the past.
We are fading away and it took no war or famine it is a self inflicted wound to humanity.
We were convinced to hate ourselves so much and to devalue our achievements so much and to poison ourselves with “science” and “tasted good” as to not want or even care to reproduce.
It is a long and sad goodbye. Unless… unless we mature to love who were are again…
Every week, these strange white crates leave a high-security Tesla compound in Lathrop, California.
They’re showing up near the Hoover Dam. At an Air Force base in Georgia. In the heart of New York City…
An estimated 4,000 of them are now spread across 48 locations in 14 states. And more roll out every week.
But you won’t see this on CNBC, and you won’t read about it in the Wall Street Journal.
Because these mystery Elon crates have nothing to do with electric vehicles, space, social media, crypto, biotech, robots, or AI…
The “mystery Elon crates” are Tesla Megapacks — grid-scale battery storage units being deployed across the country for utility, military, and commercial energy projects. Tesla is quietly building the backbone of America’s grid-storage infrastructure while everyone’s distracted by culture-war bullshit — but it is the actual story worth paying attention to.
No secret technology. No hidden invention. Just the most boring, most profitable, and arguably most important thing Tesla does — hidden in plain sight.
I love the smell of microfiche on a Sunday morning.
I now have millions of these Filmsort microfiche punch cards and will get millions more.
This is the last thread of what cost trillions of dollars in today’s money sent to warehouses to rot. None of it has ever been curated and digitized in the modern era and would have been gone if not for my relentless pursuit of saving data.
Some think these are just old drafting drawings of obsolete military equipment. Some are. But most are text documents that span all elements of science, medicine, technology and psychology and more!
This alone is an AI training trove of the century but ai have so much more than this.
My only obstacle is time and money. Today your support on X helps fund my work. Your subscriptions and just reading my stuff (well is it jumps through the latest hoops to monetize)or by buying me a coffee https://t.co/ctXLWrs5Pj or become a https://t.co/tcKeuiQyql member.
You see no AI company supports me (many hate me before I said a thing about them), no VC rains down millions of dollars, they save that for “the next big thing” that never happens… no I do this for you supported by you.
And someday it will be yours.
But today my Sunday is lovingly saving the past to help our future… alone, but with you.
Thank you. I love you.