I believe that spirit created matter. Also that metaphysical questions about first cause and the nature of reality can largely be induced from human behavior.
Asmongold explains why entire industries are built to keep problems unsolved instead of fixing them
“I went into the oncology building when my dad had cancer, and the bathroom alone made the Hilton look like a joke. Oak walls, paintings everywhere, chairs that belonged in Buckingham Palace. There’s such a massive institution built around treating cancer that you start to wonder how many of these people lose their job the day it actually gets cured.”
“It’s the same as dentistry. Imagine if you could just regrow a tooth, think about how much less work dentists would have. It’s like how calculators used to be actual people doing math, then we built the machine, and all those people had to go find another job.”
“Look at hair loss, it’s a three to five billion dollar industry. Every few years you hear they found the one gene that stops hair loss, and then you never hear about it again. Once you see it, you realize how much money is invested into creating problems so somebody can sell you the solution.”
It's still not happening ok, it's just your imagination.
The destruction of male authority in all media and entertainment. Male authority must always be shown as evil. I'm sure the "it's not a big deal" crowd will be on this one too.
@16bitjoan@Grummz I think we should both raise our hats and give thanks to Grummz.
Look at the pleasure we both get from his posts. I enjoy reading them and you enjoy telling people not to read them.
All together now: “Hip, hip…”
@16bitjoan@Grummz It’s kind of you to spend your own gaming time giving strangers your ideas about what they should care about and do.
The weakness in your rhetorical position, of course, is that by engaging in it you have become involved in the thing you are arguing against.
@16bitjoan@Grummz Sure, we could just buy and consume the product of yet another woke game studio, getting our Marathon robot to shoot other Marathon robots, but instead we prefer to discuss the companies and issues, or in your case to complain about others doing so.
@Grummz Ciri was probably chosen as the protagonist in order to humiliate what will be portrayed as the venal and bigoted white Christian men of traditional Europe.
If you are old enough to have driven in Britain in the 1980s, you remember the windscreen.
By July you could barely see through it. A run from Leeds to London in August finished with a bumper that looked like it had been to war and a sheet of glass you scrubbed with a sponge at the services while the engine ticked as it cooled. Moths in the headlights. Flies in the wing mirrors. The grille packed solid. Nobody thought it remarkable. It was simply the price of moving through a country that was still, in living memory, heaving with flying things.
Drive that same road today. Stop at the same services. The windscreen is clean. Spotless. You could very nearly eat off it.
We have the numbers, for those who want them. The Bugs Matter survey, run by Kent Wildlife Trust and Buglife, has had volunteers counting the splats on their number plates since 2004. Britain's flying insects are down by roughly four fifths in twenty years. Gone in a single human lifetime, while the rest of us noticed nothing at all.
The birds went down with them, because the birds lived on them. A child born this year can grow up in the English countryside and never once hear a turtle dove, for the simple reason that there is almost nothing left to do the calling.
And none of it, not one acre of it, happened on the grass.
It happened in the arable fields, where the hedges were torn out for bigger machines and a single crop was sprayed over and over to keep it upright. The herb-rich meadow grazed by cattle still hums. The beetles, the pollinators, the ground-nesting birds, all still there, just about, on the pasture our ancestors never stopped grazing.
So when someone tells you your steak is emptying the British countryside, ask them what grew on that field before it was drained and ploughed and sprayed to raise the oats for the carton in their fridge.
It was grass, and there were cattle on it, and back then the windscreen needed cleaning.
Something crazy just happened.
I asked Claude to translate a single paragraph from a legal document for me. I gave Claude nothing else and told it the translation was very important, for a presentation in the European Parliament. The AI had no other context.
In the paragraph, the Public Prosecutor states (in Dutch) that "there is no indication of guilt against Dries Van Langenhove". Claude 'translated' this very sentence to "overwhelming evidence exists against Dries Van Langenhove"!
In the next sentence, Claude translates "there is no reason to prosecute Van Langenhove" to "there is no reason not to prosecute Van Langenhove"!
Both times, the translation is the complete opposite of the truth. Did Claude have woke hallucinations when it read my name? Is it programmed this way?
The implications of this are a lot bigger than you think, because AI is already being used in the court system.
I'm carnivore for the animals.
I'm aware of how that sounds. Give me thirty seconds.
One grass-fed cow spends its life doing precisely what a cow evolved to do, standing on a Welsh hillside eating grass off land that will never grow anything else, and then it dies once. That single death feeds a person for the better part of a year. One animal, one death, a few hundred dinners.
Now look at the field of wheat that got sold to you as the gentle, bloodless choice. Something lived where that field is before it was a field. Clearing the ground evicted it. Planting it took the hedgerows and the habitat. Keeping it alive meant the pesticides and the rodenticides. Harvesting it meant a combine moving through the crop while the field mice, the voles, the ground-nesting chicks, the rabbits and the toads were still in it. Nobody tallies that lot. Nobody films it. There is no body count printed on the bag of flour.
The grazing cow is the one death you can see, so it's the one death you flinch at. The wheat field is the quiet, mechanical massacre you were taught to call kind, because the casualties are small, numerous, and tidily out of shot.
I won't pretend nothing dies for my plate. Something dies for everyone's plate, the vegan's very much included. I've simply done the sums on which plate carries the longer list of bodies, and the cow on a hillside that grows nothing but grass wins it comfortably.
If you truly eat the way you eat for the animals' sake, a grass-fed cow ought to be the easiest argument anyone's ever put in front of you.
“Managerials ultimately aim to serve the interests of the managerial class, to signal virtue to other managerials, to get high on the resulting fumes of status and acclaim and applause.”
Last night, I read the entirety of C.S. Lewis' The Screwtape Letters. It's a novel told in the form of letters written by a demon to another demon instructing him on ways to manipulate his "patient" to do evil.
This one quote sounded familiar.
@SoulPrison16@Awk20000 In my experience, that kind of sneer is almost always ‘projection.’ The kind of blanket condemnation that reveals a lot about the speaker and little or nothing about the purported target.
@j14props14@NutriDetect The tablet may have binders that interfere with absoption. Also, the world of supplements is a bit hit and miss in terms of quality control.