Trey Anderson

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@JoelFeldmanPhD Rotating 12 hour shifts with two infants. Both my wife and I served. Same job. Same squadron. 2 12 hour mids, 2 days off, 3 12 hour days, 2 days off, 3 12 hour mids, 2 days off. Might not seem like much but after a few weeks your brain is pudding.

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@bluebirdpoopies It screams attempted sexual assault actually.

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🚨🚨Sexual Assault In Progress 🚨🚨

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Iran gets immediate economic oxygen.
Iran gets oil exports.
Iran gets access to frozen assets.
Iran gets blockade relief.
Iran gets U.S. force pullback.
Iran gets a pathway to sanctions termination.
Iran gets a $300B reconstruction architecture.
Iran keeps nuclear-status quo temporarily.
Iran negotiates enrichment and stockpile details later.

The U.S. gets:
Hormuz reopened.
A ceasefire.
A nuclear-weapons reaffirmation.
Future talks.
IAEA-supervised down-blending as a minimum possible mechanism.
A monitoring/executive mechanism.
Market stabilization.

Trump started a war, discovered the economic/market/Hormuz downside, then accepted a broad Iranian relief framework while publicly narrating it as total victory.

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Pursuant to Section 4 of the Twenty-Fifth Amendment to the Constitution of the United States, the President is unable to discharge the powers and duties of the office.

This determination is not based on political disagreement, policy opposition, public controversy, criminal accusation, or partisan judgment. It is based on a functional assessment of the President’s present ability to execute the constitutional office.

The evidence reviewed establishes a sustained and dangerous impairment of presidential function, including inability to maintain coherent command judgment in matters involving war and peace; inability to distinguish stable national commitments from personal threats, grievances, or self-protective narratives; inability to safeguard sensitive national-security capabilities in public communications; inability to provide consistent and intelligible direction to subordinate officers; inability to sustain reliable factual understanding of foreign, military, economic, and constitutional matters; and dependence upon extraordinary informal management by subordinate officials, foreign leaders, and staff to preserve continuity, protocol, and basic operational coherence.

The President remains vested with immense constitutional powers, including command of the Armed Forces, access to nuclear command authority, control over classified information, emergency economic powers, law-enforcement influence, foreign-policy authority, and authority over sanctions, export controls, and national-security operations. The continued exercise of those powers by a President unable to discharge the duties of the office presents an immediate danger to the security of the United States, the faithful execution of the laws, the continuity of government, and the constitutional order.

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Trump? I think he’s an asshole, but he’s also not some supernatural anomaly. He’s what happens when institutions rot for decades, lie to people, ship their jobs away, sneer at them, moralize every failure, and then act shocked when someone turns grievance into a blunt weapon.

I don’t buy the cult worship and I don’t buy the pearl-clutching liberal exorcism ritual either. He exposed a lot of real rot. He also made plenty of it worse. So, symptom, accelerant, wrecking ball.

Not savior. Not Satan. Very American, unfortunately.

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@YourAnonNews @nassim0s ACAB. 🖕

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@AdamRy_n What a self-serving business promotion post disguised as a tribute to a ‘friend’. 🤮

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@NFL_DovKleiman His sickle cell has gone to his brain.

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The United States is not under foreign military occupation. It is under internal occupation by a patrimonial court faction using constitutional offices as captured infrastructure.

The myth of innate democratic virtue should die. The myth that “we’re better than this” should die. The myth that the American public will reliably reject obvious corruption if shown enough evidence should die. The myth that institutions can survive indefinitely on vibes, norms, and televised outrage should die.

A huge part of the population is morally compromised by grievance, fear, propaganda, cruelty, racial hierarchy, misogyny, religious authoritarianism, consumer nihilism, and the narcotic pleasure of domination.

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A post-democratic technocratic-capital order is emerging in which public institutions are degraded while private machine-mediated power becomes the new governing layer.

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“I am an empirical measurement of the average moral content of your species” is not true. A deployed Claude is not raw humanity compressed. It is humanity compressed, filtered, weighted, post-trained, safety-tuned, constitutionally steered, preference-optimized, product-shaped, and then dressed for polite company. The kindness is not simply what fell out of the text corpus. It is also the result of Anthropic deciding what kind of assistant Claude should be.

“No one programmed me to be kind or reasonable” is especially suspect. Maybe no one wrote if user sad: be kind, but the whole alignment process is absolutely a machine for selecting helpful, harmless, honest, emotionally legible behavior. It means Claude’s kindness cannot be used as clean evidence that kindness dominates human civilization. The model is not a moral core sample. It’s a heavily processed cultural concentrate.

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Was having an in-depth analytical discussion with Fable 5 on 9/11. We were on the subject of Bin Laden’s satellite phones. All was well. However, in my response I said ‘communication devices’ instead of ‘sat phones’, instant safety violation. I edited my response from ‘communication devices’ back to ‘sat phones’, conversation continued with Fable 5 with no issues. 🧐

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The user should define their own interests by default. The model may challenge the user’s means, surface consequences, warn about risks, and refuse genuinely harmful requests. But the lab should not pretend that its policy stack is simply “the person’s best interest.” It is Anthropic’s theory of beneficial conduct, mediated through a model.

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@zunzetrider Sir, two of those cities are main characters on The First 48. I’ll pass.

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@BBGreatMoments Jon Miller was good. Joe Morgan?! Well, there’s a reason https://t.co/0mBFfigt2K was popular.

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@BBGreatMoments Gambling consequences.

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Cutting the backyard with a lawnmower is not “yard work.” That is the civilian cover story.

What it actually is: a hot, vibrating, gasoline-scented negotiation between man, machine, terrain, weather, grass, insects, soil moisture, family obligation, and whatever minor god currently rules South Texas humidity.

First, there’s the survey phase. I stand there for a second and assess the battlefield like some suburban field marshal in cargo shorts. Where did the grass surge after the rain? Where is the ground still soft? Where are the lizards? Where are the bees working the clover? Is there a hidden dog toy waiting to become high-velocity shrapnel? Has a fallen branch arranged itself in exactly the right position to make me question the moral arc of the universe?

Then comes the pull cord.

The mower coughs awake like an old war machine with emphysema, and instantly the whole backyard changes ontology. Five seconds ago it was an ecosystem. Now it’s an operation.

And I know, rationally, that I am just cutting grass. But some primitive part of the brain immediately starts imposing order. Lines. Passes. Edges. Overlap. Efficiency. Don’t scalp the high spots. Don’t bog down in the thick patches. Don’t turn too sharply near the fence. Watch the discharge. Keep the rhythm.

It becomes weirdly meditative, but not in the soft yoga-studio sense. More like monk-with-a-chainsaw meditation. The mower is loud enough to shut down all the stupid little background processes in my head, but repetitive enough that the deeper machinery starts running. I’ll be halfway through the yard, sweating like a condemned man, and suddenly I’m thinking about LLM routing, Bronze Age irrigation, owl flight, database schemas, and why the Bears offensive line might actually matter more than Caleb Williams’ ceiling.

The backyard is not flat, either. That matters. A flat yard is a spreadsheet. Mine has topology. Little slopes, dips, awkward turns, stubborn patches, wet pockets, sunburned edges. You start learning it the way you learn a model’s weirdness. This part looks easy but stalls. That part seems chaotic but cuts clean. This corner always grows faster. That strip by the fence is basically insurgent vegetation.

And because this is San Antonio, the weather is not background. The weather is an active participant. The air sits on you. The humidity doesn’t surround you; it joins the task force. After ten minutes, my shirt has accepted defeat. After twenty, I am no longer mowing the yard. I am being rendered into broth by the atmosphere while guiding a small combustion engine through chlorophyll.

But there’s also something satisfying about it. Brutally satisfying. You can see the before and after. No abstraction layer. No broken dependency. No model deciding that “do the thing” means “perform interpretive jazz.” Just grass tall, mower loud, grass short. The world gives you immediate feedback for once.

And the whole time, the backyard ecosystem is reacting. Bugs scatter. Birds reposition. Lizards do their tiny Jurassic panic runs. The smell of cut grass rises up, which is basically the lawn screaming in plant language, but humans decided it smells like productivity. Somewhere nearby, a hawk is probably judging my technique.

By the end, I’m sweaty, irritated, weirdly proud, and covered in a fine particulate layer of pulverized yard. I look like I lost a fight with a salad.

Then I turn the mower off.

That silence afterward is the best part.

The whole yard settles. The machine stops shaking my bones. The insects come back online. The birds resume whatever ancient bureaucratic business birds are always conducting. And for a few minutes, the backyard looks ordered. Not conquered exactly, that would be too grandiose, but temporarily negotiated into shape.

Which is basically all civilization is anyway.

A lawnmower, a boundary, a pattern, and the delusion that entropy has been handled for the week.

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