Or just ask Peter Thiel, according to him the anti-Christ should be along any day now. Hint Peter, look in the mirror, you don't have to wait. Oh, and the Apocalypse in the Bible was talking about Roman Empire, nothing further afield than that.
Or, we can just ask the fish in the Atlantic. They've been voting with their fins and moving farther north to escape the warmer waters. The fishermen also notice this because they must travel further to scoop them out of the sea.
No, now we'll get annoying Meta banner ads. Extra MBA points if Zuck's visage is on them along with the slug line: Lean into the future synergistically, symbiotically, and psychotically with our New and Improved Super Nuclearly-Fusionist AI, now powered by a database containing all your personal info....or else!
Whatever, the CCP just gave el Bunko a new stupid idea to inflict on Americans. However, he'll add a twist, just pay him a few mill under the table and no one will question their travel....until they try to get back into the country, that will cost a few mill too.
Oh yeah, MY uncle was an MIT prof for decades, that make me smart. It's part of the sideways gene movement of IQ Theory.
U.S.-China Negotiations Report
Ying-Ying from China: Welcome Chinese delegation, please make yourselves comfortable in our Taiwan suite here at the Hotel Xi.
The Chinese delegation does just that.
Ying-Ying from China: Welcome U.S. delegation, please make yourselves comfortable in our Mr. P suite here at Hotel Xi.
The U.S. delegation does just that.
The Big Time arrives and both delegations are seated at a conference table.
Ying-Ying from China: Okay Gentleman, what brings y’all here?
Ying-Ying from China spent a lot of time in Texas during his formative years.
Chinese Delegation: We were viciously attacked while minding our own business never bothering anyone.
Ying-Ying from China breaks out laughing.
Ying-Ying from China (repressing giggles): Uh, okay, U.S. delegation?
U.S. Head Delegate: Our Mr. Pee said to say a Mr. Pee sent us.
Ying-Ying from China: I believe you meant Mr. P.
U.S. delegation: No, he said to refer to him as Mr. Pee, we’re sure of it. Although come to think of it, he was fondling his new Golden Arch at the time, so he might have been a bit distracted.
Ying-Ying from China: Iranian delegation, what are your demands.
Chinese delegation: The U.S. is to give us all their advanced AI, pull out of Japan and Taiwan, kill our former generals with a 1000 deaths, and give us an inexhaustible supply of water from the Mississippi River.
U.S. delegation is busy conversing amongst themselves.
Head Delegate: Okay youse guys, what do we want?
He goes to sit down but another member pulls the chair out from underneath him and his butt lands square on the floor.
Second Delegate: Hehehehehehe..nyuk, nyuk, nyuk (he skips backwards on one foot).
Third Delegate: That was FUNNY!!
Head Delegate gets up: Oh, a bunch of wise guys huh? (He pokes the Second Delegate in the eye, and boxes the Third Delegate’s ears).
Second Delegate: Oh, so that’s how you want to play, I’ll murderize you (and runs at the First Delegate but the Third Delegate trips him and he hits his head on the table).
First Delegate: Stop it! Now spread out.
Chinese delegation, being good little CCP drones, remain stony faced.
Ying-Ying from China: Gentlemen, we must come to an agreement.
Ying-Ying from China: Why, we’re winning the war with low-cost AI, we own the Taiwan Strait, and the U.S. just destroyed the world’s economy. We have all the agreement we need.
Ying-Ying from China: U.S. delegation, is there nothing you can offer the Chinese?
Head Delegate: Mr. Pee says to offer to split control of the AI-O-Sphere. We’ll both charge fees but Mr. Pee gets to keep our half for himself.
Chinese delegation heads for the exit. The U.S. delegation starts poking each other with pens, hitting each other with chairs, smacking their heads on the table.
Ying-Ying from China: I’m going back to Texas, at least all they do chase each other with guns.
His own party doesn't have the balls to distance itself from that mutant. A few peripheral pols have suddenly realized they were losing coming up to the midterms and have been makes noise, nothing more, about how the Epstein-Iran war must end, or that tariffs must end. Oh, when precisely are these endings suppose to occur?
Maggot Mike as sent the House home because he doesn't want a vote on impeaching our alleged Sec. of Christian War Crimes. And conveniently, they cannot vote on anything more embarrassing. Meanwhile, after passing the Epstein law for releasing the documents, you never a hear a peep out of them while la Presidenta stonewalls any release.
One of the latest developments in the papers case brought by Katie Phang is that Judge Sullivan ordered the foreign language documents in the papers be translated forthwith and turned over to him. He could release them if he saw fit. Our alleged Justice Dept. told the judge they couldn't because they didn't have the personnel (he shot that down) and now they have some other excuse. He said bullshit and ordered they be translated. The alleged JD filed for a stay, he denied it, but gave those goomers 2 days to file an appear before the D.C. Appeals Court. Three judges from that Court will be chosen to hear the appeal. Of that Court, three are la Presidenta bootlickers. If two of them get chosen, those assholes will get to kick the can down the road further thus further delaying any justice for the victims. The papers to be translated name names of those who used Epstein's "services". There's a good chance la Presidenta is named there.
Maybe we'll get a pull-down menu for a right-click on a cursor over a person:
1. Remove 1 item of clothing
2. Remove all clothing
3. Add 1 item of clothing
4. Please cover that person up before I vomit
5. Add antennae to person
6. Add tail to person
7. Copy person
8. Drop copied person onto person under mouse pointer
9. Send person a nasty gram
10. Ask person for a date
11. Ask person if s/he'll loan you money
12. Do I owe this person money
The named plaintiffs in the case are:
Cheyenne Hunt, an attorney and activist.
Charles Buist, an attorney from Florida.
Nick Spetsas, an attorney from Florida
Christine Bullock, a California resident
Buist and Spetsas formed a firm, Spetsas Buist, that handles serious personal injury and wrongful death cases, ambulance chasers is the way I read that. Cheyenne Hunt is an 'influencer", i.e. has big mouth and found the intertubes welcoming for that. Christine Bullock seems similar.
My guess is that these folks are merely looking for a big payday, i.e., please pay us to go away.
There's no chance of removing him from office. We'd need 2/3 of the Senate and it will still be populated by a little under half with Republican Eunuchs, and that's if Americans wise up and vote out the vulnerable R's.
The U.S. has no allies as we recall from a mere two years ago. la Presidenta has seen to that. And we will not have them in the future because the former allies will never treat the U.S. the same. They cannot be sure Americans won't be stupid enough to elect another brain-damaged carney barker.
The only reason el Bunko has come out in favor of AI is because he and his crime family have invested heavily in AI. Whatever "decisions" he makes, always look for the trail of bread crumbs back to his pockets. This is what happens when you elect a person convicted of fraud.
Make that the Secretary of Christian War Crimes. Speaking of which, The Testosterone Enabled Military:
Pete Hegseth has decreed that everyone in the military, including females, must get tested for their testosterone level so he can make sure they are male enough for the Wehrmacht. There is much internal pressure to roid-up, as it were. Commander Pete has stood up his own special brigade. They are about to display their new found fighting spirit:
Commander Pee views their training on site: Aide, how come all the soldier dummies have no heads?
Aide: Well Sir Pee, the men are so hopped up on Essence of Masculinity, they not only attack the dummies, they rip their heads off.
Commander Pee: Well, sew some heads back on. I want realistic training.
Aide: That’s not a good idea, Sir Pee. The sight of an enemy dummy head makes them go berserk and they tear them off again.
C. Pee: Sew them on, Aide, I gotta see this.
The heads get sewn back on, the troops are released, the heads get torn off.
C. Pee: Now THAT is training!! Why I remember when I was in the military, we’d march 20 miles singing in our bare feet during a snow storm just to tear the head off one dummy.
Aide: Gee, Sir Pee, I’m. . . .
C. Pee: “Impressed” ?!? Yessir, we were MEN back then, not like the weenies we induct now.
Aide: ?!?
C. Pee: Let’s divide the troops into a Red Team and a Blue Team, let them fight each other. By God, we will get them trained up to be Killers!!! Can you feel it, Aide? Are you getting as hard as I am? Poo-Bah!!!
Aide: Ermmm, that’s Hoo-Hah, Sir Pee, and I gotta go and get the teams set up.
An hour goes by, the Red Team is one side of the battlefield, the Blue Team is on the other.
C. Pee: Aide, how come the Red Team looks like they are wearing pink jerseys?
Aide: That’s all we could find on a short notice. And the Blue Team is wearing powder blue because that’s all we could find for them.
C. Pee: This is going to be great!!
C. Pee blows a mighty blast from a whistle, the teams charge madly at each other with blood curdling screams of pure fury.
C. Pee: Hey wait a minute, how come the Reds and Blues are embracing and kissing each other. What is going on here?
Aide: Weeeellllll, it turns out that if you pump guys up with enough Male Inflate-O-Ego, the crack of dawn is not safe.
C. Pee: What?
Aide: Anything on two legs looks yummy to them.
C. Pee: Arrrggghhhhhhhh!!!
C. Pee runs into the General Staff Tent where the Red and Blue team leaders are meeting. . . . and holding hands. . . . and signing Kum-by-Ya.
C. Pee: What in tarnation is going on here?
Red General: We are having an exchange of feelings, would you like to join? Everybody, group hug!!!
C. Pee runs pell-mell from the tent: Arrrggghhhhhhhh!!! Aide, how did this happen?
Aide: Weeeellllll, it turns out that if you pump guys up with enough Tower-of-Power, they get very introspective and want to explore their inner emotional side.
C. Pee decides to go back the that Five Sided Monument to Inanity and get his hair done again. It seems not only the curl has become limp. He first visits the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, Gen. Dan “Raisin” Caine. He walks into Caine’s office and closes the door, and starts to sob.
Gen. Caine: Come, come Sir Pee, sit over here next to me on the couch and tell me all about it.
C. Pee tells Gen. Caine what he just witnessed. The General puts his arm around C. Pee and tenderly consoles him.
A few minutes later, C. Pee charges out of Gen. Caine’s office and runs wildly down the hall.
C. Pee: Arrrggghhhhhhhh!!!
Gen. Caine charges out of the office in nothing but a powder blue bra and tastefully matching panties.
Gen. Caine: Sir Pee please come back. I promise I will still respect you in the morning!!
A NYT reporter happens to witness the scene along with his chaperone.
C. Pee goes home that evening. His wife asks him up to bed in the hopes of making him feel manly again. She sits suggestively on the bed. C. Pee starts undressing.
Wife: Sir Pee . . . . if you are going to wear my things, please choose the black bra and panties next time. I’m rather partial to the pink.
C. Pee: Arrrggghhhhhhhh!!!
The article headline the next day in the NYT:
C. Pee Confronts his Sexual Confusion!!
When asked about the Pentagon “incident” later at a press conference:
la Presidenta: The reporter didn’t see what he saw. It was. . . .
Reporter: Yes Sir, you are certainly something!!
"Why are these people not stopped?" By whom? The alleged Justice Dept. which has consumed itself and lost all its best attorneys? Or the alleged administration who will look the other way for a bit of coin under the table? State laws cannot be strong enough so State AGs have little with which to fight.
"That they are doing this crap only to create the illusion of how powerful their toys are is also clear." I do not believe that is the case and right now we are on either side of our beliefs. We do not know and the AI companies are not telling us. What is plausible is that if they do not self report these incidents and they come out, then they will look that much worse. They are already losing PR battle.
They were destined to lose that battle when they opened with, "AI will make all you workers redundant." When they saw the results of saying that, then they miraculously found out that AI would create jobs. Their data centers have such an appetite for electricity that they will raise rates. Once the pols that they had paid off for "special favors" found out about that, the pols declared they were "for" the data center companies creating their own power plants.
The data center companies are not averse to that, so they are doubling down on CO2 producing power plants. That will only make the climate crisis worse. The data center companies do not care, neither does the alleged administration. Once they lock in their winnings, they figure they can buy enough air conditioning and other essentials to live out their lives.....their grand kids won't but they do not care about them either.
The AI execs also do not care. Read their writings. They figure if they create a gonzowopper AI thingy, they can create silicon versions of themselves or fix themselves not to die. Their goal is to "go to the stars". They aren't the brightest lot. You cannot get there from here, at least not in a few billion years at the speeds we can attain. No problemo, they'll just put themselves in stasis or if they are silicon, they can just exist.
I suppose no one has explained engineered systems to them. Engineered systems break down, they rarely last 50 years now, too many things can go wrong. So they'll get about 200 years out, max, and then they'll be no more, silicon or human altered selves. The burnt Earth will still orbit its star, without our descendants.
The danger is that AI companies (Valley Girls) will force schools to teach with AI. Then Johnny and Sally will lose the ability to think hard, it being too easy to foist the exercise off to some bot. The current situation without AI is also not good. Too few Johnnies and Sallies can stick to a math problem longer than 5 minutes before giving up. Their parents are too "understanding" and they reflect this in their dissing their own math skills along the lines of "I was never good at math".
Composition skills similarly require a structured mind with enough grit to finish a task. Composing can be harder than math because the rules are not as clear cut and require greater nuance and discipline.
Adding AI to this mix will only make the problems worse.
If the AI bots are able to recursively "improve" themselves, the bots will spiral out of control much sooner than anyone guesses.
I consider a new device or technology to have been culturally accepted when it has been used to commit a murder. -- M. Gallaher
