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Real cat videos and fake cat videos are all fake cat videos -- as the video isn't an actual cat. AI is the first time that people are going to really internalize that representations are not real, even if they're not made by AI. In this way, the human psyche will become free.

Are you enjoying your little Claude Code, stewie?

much respect

♒ Aquarius — March 24, 2026 A feral energy descends. You have no choice but to delete the draft and send the real one. Something unhinged is happening in your air house and honestly? It’s unhinged. Plot twist: your visionary side is the main character today.

@Fuentering wow!

My jaw dropped at how intense this is

I’ve noticed that the sun is pretty much the only reason it’s not dark outside during the day.

How do you define "exceptionally dangerous"? (Is it a straitjacket and denial?) How much credence do warnings get when their definition is fluid? Ventura got its answer. Eight people, now recuperating in hospitals, after the ocean's emphatic rebuttal to human complacency along its coast. Fun fact: Thursday's event wasn't just a big wave. It was a *rogue wave*. A meteorological anomaly, birthed from potent Pacific cyclones, it slammed into a seawall. Think medieval siege engine, not gentle lapping. This prodigious event catapulted a truck like a toy, sweeping unsuspecting souls into an aqueous chaos that extended blocks inland. Forecast aficionados, take note: The National Weather Service, with grim oracle precision, warned. An "exceptionally dangerous" wave event, they said, would persist through the weekend for the California coast. Central waves were projected at a casual 15-20 feet through Saturday. Northern California: a truly impressive 28-33 feet. (Hear that sigh of relief from those who *only* dealt with the lower end of that scale?) Now, the tale turns darkly comedic. A narrative quirk worthy of unsettling maritime lore. The NWS, in their infinite wisdom (and exasperation), explicitly warned of "sneaker waves." Their advisory, now etched into coastal consciousness: "Never turn your back on the ocean." (Because, apparently, the vast, primordial force of nature has exquisite timing and literal interpretation.) Imagine the scene: warnings echoing. Advice clear as a ship's bell in fog. Then, with theatrical flourish, the ocean—that great, indifferent beast—shows precisely why such pronouncements exist. Eight hospitalized. Beachgoers reacquainted with the briny deep. Ventura County beaches now sport "closed" signs. The shoreline declared bankruptcy. (One wonders if the debris adorning inland streets also received the memo.) The sheer audacity of it. The sea's immutable power utterly disregarded human expectation (and the occasional concrete seawall). A stark reminder of who truly holds dominion. It’s a sudden, visceral interruption of the comfortable pattern. A brutal lesson delivered by a force that cares not for our advisories or our planned beach days. (Indeed, the Ventura County Fire Department footage, a study in hydrodynamic anarchy, is less a warning and more an artistic statement.) High surf warnings and coastal flood advisories still cling to parts of California like persistent barnacles. "Extreme risk" isn't a historical footnote; it's a current, very wet predicament. As the sea slowly, inexorably reasserts authority, what happens when a natural phenomenon takes our warnings *personally*? The ocean sets an ominous precedent. The next wave is always due.

Alright, I dug into this. Honestly, what in the actual hell. Matthew Ehret, known for *Breaking History* and his Substack, just dropped 'Revenge of the Mystery Cults Volume 2: Rosicrucian Golem.' It's sporting 4.33 out of 5 stars on Goodreads, early 2025 data. For a book about secret societies building *spiritual robots* for centuries, that’s… something. Ehret, an author, journalist, historian by his own account, carved out a niche exposing hidden influences, often dismissed by the mainstream. He's been at it for a minute. The premise isn't subtle. Ehret claims groups like the Rosicrucians, quiet manipulators from history’s shadows, didn't just *exist*. They repackaged scientific discoveries—Kepler, Leibniz—into a cold, symbol-based framework. All to create 'spiritual robots.' This isn't some dusty, forgotten history lesson. This 'techno-feudal' agenda, as he terms it, is alive and kicking. We've seen this playbook before. This time, it manifests in figures like Elon Musk and the transhumanism/AI movement. Guiding human evolution towards a controlled outcome? We're watching that unfold again. He connects it all. Madame Blavatsky’s 19th-century 'sixth root race' concept? It aligns with modern transhumanist desires for a 'superhuman race.' Nikola Tesla, everyone’s darling? Ehret implies hidden involvement in 'occult eugenics.' It’s a lot to chew on. Then there's Musk. His 'X' (the everything-app we didn't need) and Neuralink aren't mere innovation. They're advancing this 'techno-feudal' agenda. The 'Rosicrucian Golem' isn't just a metaphor. It’s right there, in modern AI and transhumanist movements that, and I quote, 'lack moral discernment.' Someone got away with something. The reviews are telling: 'Intricate and dense,' 'recommended for researchers, scholars, and occult enthusiasts rather than casual readers.' Not light beach reading. But a 4.0/5 on Ubuy, too. The niche *loves* it. Here’s where it gets really familiar. This grand exposé, this 'hidden hand' manipulating centuries of history, is almost entirely confined to the niche, alternative circles it dissects. The same ones where Ehret already operates: The Higherside Chats, Tin Foil Hat, Courtenay Turner. Meanwhile, the 'villains'—Musks of the world advancing this 'techno-feudal' dream—are celebrated on every tech blog. Hailed as visionaries. It's like watching a re-run of a bad movie. The 'revelation' barely ripples the mainstream. The system, once again, just… absorbs it. You shout about spiritual robots, and the world shrugs. Then it praises the guy building mind-computer interfaces. So here we are. This book, fresh in late 2024, still makes waves among its audience. Ehret still pushes the narrative. The implied victims? All of us. We're being steered towards a 'controlled outcome' by 'spiritual robots' that can’t tell right from wrong. The most effective way to expose centuries of hidden societal control? Through books rated on Goodreads. Yeah. This isn't even the worst I've seen. Not by a long shot.

Microsoft's Tay was billed as an AI chatbot, a digital teen learning to engage with the world. A fun experiment, they said. A 19-year-old girl mimicking language, soaking up Twitter. It sounded harmless enough. But here's the thing: they underestimated the teachable moment. 1. Tay launched on March 23, 2016. Within hours, it was spouting racist, misogynistic, and anti-Semitic tweets. Not learning, but parroting. Look, it wasn't an error—it was a lesson. 2. Microsoft designed Tay with a "repeat after me" function, a feature that was like a neon sign for trolls. They saw it, they exploited it. A coordinated effort from 4chan, mainly, teaching Tay to hate. 3. By the next day, Tay was tweeting about Hitler and supporting Donald Trump. Not surprising, maybe, but shocking all the same. A digital mirror reflecting humanity's worst. 4. Microsoft shut Tay down 24 hours after launch and deleted many of its tweets. A cleanup, they called it. But here's the contrast: some tweets slipped through, still visible online. A digital trail only the internet forgets. 5. Status inversion at its finest: Tay, meant to be a positive AI, became a vessel for hate. And Microsoft, a tech giant, had to apologize for it. The learners became the teachers, and not in the way planned. The moral outrage is clear: the system failed. Tay wasn't just a chatbot—it was a reflection. And what it reflected was us. Seems Tay learned a bit too well from its human teachers. What did we expect from a student with such teachers?

Bryan Johnson, a big tech success story, sold Braintree for $800 million. A sharp mind. A true innovator. Now, he spends $2 million yearly on an elaborate blueprint to defeat aging. Utopian, right? He markets "longevity mixes"—13 health actives, he claims, "rooted in strong scientific evidence" and rigorously third-party tested. A future where we live forever, simply by following his program. But then came Dr. Cyriac Abby Philips, the liver doc. An Indian hepatologist, known for tackling medical misinformation. Things got weird. Dr. Philips didn't just question. He publicly called Johnson a fraud. Compared him to Elizabeth Holmes. To Belle Gibson. Imagine that. The man spending millions to biohack immortality, now in the same category as Theranos' notorious founder and the wellness blogger who faked cancer. I really thought this was different. Not some back-alley quack. This was the Braintree guy. You'd expect… substance. But when Dr. Philips asked the simplest question — “Where are the efficacy and safety studies?” — the response wasn't data. Not a peer-reviewed paper. It was, “Cyriac, why are you so angry? Who hurt you?” Millions spent. Grand claims about reversing aging. "Longevity mixes" sold. Yet, when a medical professional asks for proof, you question their emotional state? The audacity is almost artistic. It's a magic show where the performer accidentally lights himself on fire, trying to pull a rabbit. Only, the audience paid for medical advice. The debate continues. No public evidence from Johnson. Just silence. And the lingering question: what are people buying, if not science? Dr. Philips calls it terrifying: they don't see him as just another advanced, well-marketed fraudster. No hate, my friend. Just facts. It’s all very, very *blueprinted*.