"It's an impossible decision: I'll just have to hope when I flip the coin it somehow explodes and kills me" - Dylan Moran.

It's fairly standard practice to give a shot across the bows to show the other side you're armed. If they'd just said "hey we can do this" no-one would have batted an eyelid.

It does a very good warning make though.

You clearly don't understand what's going on here. Rust is magic. Rust makes the grass grow and the birds sing and the sun shine. Translating C to Rust applies the magic to that as well, so it'll also magically turn bad code into good code.

Of course if they were really serious about this then they'd translate it into Haskell, because it's impossible to write buggy code in that, or so an academic once told me.

Problem is it's being sued by a snake oil vendor over a publication that exposed their snake oil.

It's sort of like having to decide which side you'd support in a dispute between, say Jeffrey Epstein and Vladimir Putin.

Preved! Bear surprise now camera surprise!

Can this one outperform a barking dog yet or do we have to keep in waiting?

In any case I assume the States' Rights party will just override it based on Notional Security claims.

Not all the time.

Incidentally, this is one time when I'd be quite happy for a computer to be completely wrong: They've all passed their use-by day and the world is a lot better off for it, but I'll keep telling the generals they're fine.

Republicans don't need it, they already have Fox News.

"Enjoy Comcast's service in the lack of privacy of your own home".

Came here to say the same thing. Actually two things:

1. Who decides which side has won, and at what point they've won?
2. What do you get for winning? Does FIFA give you a small gold statue?

I'd like to play my violin for him but I can't find it. It's the world's smallest violin so it's easy to lose.

I guess I'll just have to play a few notes on the trombone instead.

There's an easy way to get Kalshi shut down overnight: Run a gambling pool on when the Dear Leader will be assassinated by a sniper.

Wonderful, the Dear Leader has reinvented letters of marque, which were banned by the 1856 Paris Declaration.