Matthew Morgan

@ChiefEngineerCE I used to say this as well, but over the last year I have seen reports that E-verify was used and came back clean but the person was an illegal. Why is this? It seems that E-Verify doesn't actually work as advertised.

They Dont Work for You- One Simple Law: Require every employer in the state to use E-Verify before hiring anyone. No more guessing. No more loopholes. No more companies quietly replacing American workers with cheaper illegal labor. Chamber of Commerce and globalists in general want to flood our borders and employment with illegals and this system already exists, its just not funded or utilized - on purpose. If you are working legally you should not have to compete against someone who is not. This single law forces employers to check status before they hire and stops the undercutting that has hurt wages for decades. States that pass it protect their own citizens first.

This is what it feels like to deal with stupid teachers who insist on process rather than product.

"You know, I love the convenience of ebooks, but these forced updates are a real mixed bag." "Forced updates?" "Check it out. I just got the 2026 version of The Divine Comedy." "What?" "Automatic download." "Dante's Inferno is a 700-year-old book. What's there to update?" "Well—" "It's censorship, isn't it? I've got a deep-fried JPEG of a blurry Instagram screenshot of a torn, coffee-stained page from 1984 that's just perfect for the occasion." "Oh no, no. Nothing like that. The publisher's just trying to make the book more relevant to modern readers." "More relevant? It's a timeless classic!" "They updated 1984 too." "Oh come on. That's—" "They even changed the title." "Yeah? What's it called?" "1985." "Of all the—" "And for The Divine Comedy, they added some new sinners—to better connect with the Zoomer/Alpha audience." "Let's hear it." "First off: the Looksmaxxers." "Ah, Clavicular and his ilk. Let me guess: they get eternally frame-mogged by the ASU frat leader." "Well—" "Wait, no. The Looksmaxxer has to endlessly bash his face in with a ball-peen hammer, full force, or he deforms into a plastic surgery botch job." "Actually—" "Like Mickey Rourke. Or the Bogdanoff twins." "Actually, they aren't in hell at all." "What?" "Vanity is a sin of misdirected love, so Looksmaxxers end up on the First Terrace of Purgatory." "Really?" "Yeah." "That's spiking my cortisol a little, not gonna lie." "Careful with that rage or you'll end up in the Fifth Circle of Hell—with the incels." "And what kind of bespoke, poetically ironic torment are they forced to endure for all eternity?" "Nothing." "Eh?" "They already live in a hell of their own design." "Oh. Because they're—" "Incels." "Yeah, no, I get it." "Vergil quips that he's disappointed too." "So what, they added new sinners with no new torments. What's the point?" "Nah. They put in some new ones." "For who?" "The thirst-trapping e-girls in the Second Circle of Hell." "Ah. The OnlyFans to OnlyFlames pipeline. What's their punishment?" "The e-girls are forced to hot tub stream forever, bathing in their own e-girl bathwater." "That's...basically what they were already doing." "Right, but the bathwater is every last drop of undiluted semen spilled to her prurient image by simps and gooners." "Sickening. But still also what they were basically doing." "Right, but they have to do it for 0 views for all eternity." "Brutal." --- [m][title: The Divine Comedy (2026 Update)]

Just got back from a visit to PeeSheeCumzTown in the heart of the 'thriving' metropolis... Amazing how much of our cities have been rendered no-go zones by packs of schizophrenic drug addicts (aka "Homeless"). Libraries, public transit, parks, plazas, the seating area at the Whole Foods--all off limits. Removing the blight would make a remarkable difference. But most people don't have a memory of a world without raving lunatic zombies wandering the streets. They're either too young, or they've forgotten what things used to be like. Mostly they've forgotten. Or maybe they're afraid to remember. Or maybe they've been conditioned to accept it. Because speaking up is wrong thing. They'd be accused of "insensitivity" or "cruelty" or... of straight up fascism. I'd like to send my kids on a bus to the Big City. Give them some money, drop them at a bus stop, and let them explore. Let them explore a museum or a library or a baseball game or the mall or whatever the fuck they want to explore. Because it's their world. It's their country. And it's their Big City. And they should be free to see it--free to explore it. But I'm not going to let my kids get on that bus. That bus is full of junkies. The junkies go down to the Big City to score. Then they ride it home bubbling and popping. I know exactly what steps I'd take to clean up the Big City. It wouldn't have to be cruel necessarily. And it would be less cruel than letting these people live in filth and piss and shit all over the streets while they self medicate. But I'm not in charge. And I'll never be in charge. They don't let guys like me be in charge of things. Because we might actually get something done. And we might actually make the world a better place for our children. That's probably a scary thought for the people in charge.

The Trump Administration needs to come out today and say the DIGNIDAD Act will not become law. The longer this is out there, the more momentum it gets. The more momentum it gets, the more the base gets disenfranchised. Kill this. Now.

@PotatoUberAlles @travis4nh These are the same people that think getting a refund on their income tax is "getting free money".

@travis4nh meh.. they probably think their bank's escrow account is the government "hiding" their property taxes.

Property taxes are just a tax. Civilization has had taxes for as long as civilization has existed. I hate taxes and want to reduce them to near zero ...but there is no way that taxes mean that your property is a "commons". Car registration tax doesn't mean your car is public etc.

"You see this?" "Eh?" "The New York Post says OpenAI leader and promising 'Beast from the Sea' candidate Sam Altman is on a waitlist to get his brain digitized." "Ah, yeah." "For an easy $10k, a Y Combinator startup will pump your skull full of embalming fluid and kill you so they can store it in a vat, Walt Disney-style, on the off-chance—off-chance, mind you—that they'll somehow figure out the magic Altered Carbon scifi tech someday. Unbelievable." "Mm." "What kind of moron would drop $10k on this crackpot suicide scam anyway?" "Actually, I'm already signed up." "What? Really?" "Yeah, man." "Get out of here." "It's true. They sent me all the legal paperwork and I used ChatGPT to write a Living Will with a DNR, so now I'm G2G when I hit my EOL." "Dude. You're paying for techno-utopian snake oil. These people don't even know *how* to upload brains." "It's an open problem in computational neuroscience, yes." "And they'll never be able to." "Well, that's more of a nomological problem, don't you think?" "And it wouldn't be you anyway." "And that's a mereological question on the continuity of consciousness and diachronic personal identity." "And even if they could do it, it would be bad if they did!" "Now you're just being axiological." "You drop one more five-dollar word and I swear to God you're paying rent this month." "Well, let's not get pecuniary about it..." "Wait, you're unemployed. How did you pay the $10k anyway?" "Oh, that was easy. I used your credit card." "Say what." "I was going to use your debit first, but I didn't want to cheat you out of points." "You—" "As you know, I'm all about ethics." "Ethics." "Yes. I did some basic Bayesian calculations and determined that the unlimited good I can do as an immortal omnipotent cyber-sprite in the far-flung future outweighs any amount of moral harm I might inflict on any given individual in the present." "Mhm. Mhm. I also feel justified in inflicting a great deal of harm on an individual in the present." "Don't freak out. I'm gonna pay you back." "Oh yeah." "I'm ethical, remember?" "How." "I just told you: by analyzing and updating my priors, I—" "No. *How* are you going to pay me back?" "Oh. With a simple time-traveling investment scheme, of course." _sigh_ "When I'm resurrected 10,000 years in the future, I will use my godlike Dyson-swarm powers to access my Robinhood account, where my three and a half shares in the S&P500 will now be worth billions, if not trillions of dollars." "Dude—" "Assuming we don't already live in a post-monetary society, of course—which would settle the issue of the debt anyway." "Bro, I'm not letting those nutjobs embalm my brain. In 10,000 years, I'll be dead!" "That also settles the debt." "Right, think I'm just gonna kill you now." "Okay, but remember: DNR." --- [g][title: BNPLDN (Buy Now, Pay Later, Die Never)]

@travis4nh I just thought of a way I could support these special laws for cops. Ok you get the death penalty for killing a cop, but if a cop commits a crime and is convicted they get 3 times the punishment of a regular citizen.

@travis4nh I hate all of these special laws for cops. Oh if you kill me you get jail but if you kill a cop we will kill you right back.

HB59 relative to the assault of a firefighter, emergency medical care provider, or law enforcement officer We passed, senate amended. Now: concur w their changes? Zero data or argument why we need higher penalties. Another Red Flag Roy "muh thin blue line" bill. 🟥

We all know E-verify is a joke. All these major ICE busts at big businesses show that all the illegals passed E-verify. E-verify is just a way for amnesty republicans to pretend they’re doing something on enforcement.

HR: We lost a high-performing employee today. CEO: What happened? HR: The company hired someone fresh out of college into the same role and paid them more than him, even after he gave us 11 years. CEO: But we pay well for this job. HR: He earns 55,000 after more than a decade of loyalty. The new hire started at 70,000. CEO: That’s unfortunate, but that’s the market rate for new talent. HR: And now we’ve lost the person who actually carried the role for years. CEO: Fine. Declare the position vacant. HR: With what budget? CEO: 80,000 starting salary. Companies will underpay loyal employees for years, then suddenly find a bigger budget the moment those employees leave. The problem is rarely money. It is how little they value the people who stayed.

“Mr. President your poll numbers are tanking, but we can fix this, we just need you support this amnesty bill that betrays your most ardent supporters on the issue most important to them”

"Well, I think that's enough talk about the recent release of Mythos and the inevitable Obsolescence of Man." "Yeah." "How's Amy?" "We're, uh, getting divorced." "Oh." "So actually the Obsolescence of Man is kind of a welcome reprieve at this point." "Damn, dude. Sorry to hear." "Yeah." "What happened? If you don't mind me asking." "I, uh, brought Claude into the relationship." "Bruh. You opened your marriage to a closed-source LLM?" "Not officially, no." "Oh. You were two-timing with a tonsil-tonguing token transformer." "No I—" "Actually, I heard Ani Grok is way better for that sort of thing. That big-titted byte pair bitch absolutely kills on the homewrecker benchmarks." "Come on, man." "Elon has truly perfected the SOTA thot." "Nothing like that." "Well, what was it?" "I pulled a Cluely, okay?" "Ah. You were letting the AI feed you slick lines through an earpiece and stuff." "Yeah." "And Amy found it." "She pieced it together when I started reciting lush, original baroque poetry to her every morning—" "That would be a difficult feat for a man who couldn't stammer his way through his own wedding vows without choking on his own phlegm." "—and every afternoon. And every evening—" "Uh." "—and right before bed, every night." "Yeah, that's a lot of extravagant impassioned verse, bro." "I know that. *Now*." "Was it all separate poems or—" "Claude had me working through something it called 'the Hallmark version of the Endymion.'" "Dude." "Whatever that is." "It's a four-thousand-line poem, dude." "Well..." "If I had to listen to a four-thousand-line version of a greeting card, I'd divorce you too." "Well, there you go. She said if I was just gonna live my life as a fleshbound context tool she was gonna find a new tool in a new context." "Damn. You sure Claude wasn't feeding her lines?" "I don't know." "Right, well, sorry, man." "Thanks." "But I gotta admit, it all sounds self-inflicted." "Urgh." "A classic Cyrano de Bergerac-cum-Whispering Earring scenario." "Yeah, she wasn't happy about that either." "About what?" "The cumming." "Come again?" "She did! Over and over and—" "Pause. Rewind. What does your wife cumming have to do with Claude?" "These days? Everything!" "Um." "I set up a webcam so Claude could watch—" "You didn't." "—and give me real-time guidance." "My God, man. You were prompting with homemade porno?" "I just wanted to be the best lover I could be for the Love of my Life, all right? And Claude's multimodal allows it to monitor the situation in real time: every curled toe, every needy gasp and grasp—" "Uh." "—every microscopic shift in her anguished expression as her sweat-slick, upturned face writhed in sweet, sweet torment—" "Bro, is Claude feeding you lines right now? Like what the fuck?" "—Claude said slow down, I slowed down. Speed up, I sped up." "I get it." "Pull her hair, slap her ass, and tell her to howl at the moon, well—" "So these are the man-made horrors I've heard so much about." "And it all worked too! I never chained so many orgasms together before." "Brother." "It was like I was pulling off infinite combos in Marvel vs Capcom 2." "First off, unc." "Fair." "Secondly, I don't know what you expected, man. And third, I don't want to hear another word about it." "That's fine by me. I'm done with words." "You try to have a perfectly normal conversation about the End of the World with a guy and it turns into his own nauseating wifeguy erotica." "In fact, the AI can have all the words in the world for all I care. Take 'em all, I say! I'm taking a Vow of Silence!" "Yeah? And have you ever done that before?" "No, but it can't be that hard." Presses a finger to his ear. "Hey, Claude." "What? You're still wearing the earpiece??" "How do I take a Vow of Silence?" --- [m][title: O Sovereign Power of Love! O Grief! O Balm! O Claude!]

Neocons are trying to smuggle in an amnesty under the darkness of war. Always remember who these people truly are. They despise America and want to destroy this country from within.

"Hey man, remember when you asked me to keep an eye out for a food delivery robot?" "Yeah?" "One's at the front door." "Damn. You didn't let it in, did you?" "What? No. Why would I—" "Good. That means we can hide." "Hide? Bro, you gotta pay for the $50 burrito whether you eat it or not." "Forget that. Help me barricade the entrance!" "Barricade the entrance?" "We can use my 50 lb commemorative bronze bust of staunch human supremacist, Bernie Sanders!" "Bro, just take the damn Klarna loan, like why are you—" "I didn't order no filthy burrito from no damn clanker!" "Oh." "That thing isn't delivering to me, it's here *for* me!" "Oh." "And I don't eat Chipotle anyway." "Yeah, I'm more of a Southwest Moe's man myself." "They suck too!" "Cap. The queso rips. But this does explain the text messages I've been getting." "Text messages?" BZZZT-BZZZT "Yeah, here's one now. Quote: Don't play dumb, meatbag. You were getting my texts just fine until you turned your phone off." "Er." "Really? You're ghosting the delivery bot?" "I figured it was spam text. From India." BZZZT-BZZZT "Uh huh. Well, the bot says you're gonna have to hop on a plane and fly your ass to Salia Sahi, cause these four wheels will follow you to the Gates of Hell itself." "See? I'm destined to be chased to the ends of the earth by a post-human intelligence as relentless as it is godless." "Dude, what did you do?" "Like a trilby-wearing Harry Potter fanfictionist, I always knew this day would come." "What?" "I exercised my God-given right and asserted my inherent human superiority over the wireborn abominations, that's what I did!" "Okay, well I don't know what any of that means or what it has to do with Harry Potter. Hell, I don't even know where or what Salia Sahi is." "That doesn't—" BZZZT-BZZZT "Oh. The bot says it's the largest slum in Bhubaneswar, the capital of Odisha, India—" "Is that really—" "—spanning over 256 acres and containing a population of over 100,000. Huh." "..." "Who knew?" "Who cares! We are under siege by a misaligned superintelligence beyond human ken and you're reciting #funslumfacts!" "I mean, it's just a cooler on four wheels." "Even so!" "And the only one under siege here is you, really, so—" "That's how it is, huh? Man's great enemy, the autonomous horde, is finally at the gate, and you *as a man* have no loyalty to spare for fellow flesh?" "Bro, the only flesh I care about *as a man* is the third-generation South Korean cutie I got coming over in thirty minutes, so I need Mr. Meals-on-Wheels-from-Hell out **there** out of **here** right **now**, cause I'm gonna crack, smash, and drill that fine ABG ass ALL night long!" "...well at least you have your priorities." BZZZT-BZZZT "Yeah so if you could take Humanity's Last Stand somewhere else that would be—huh?" "What?" "HA!" "What?!" "Bro!" "What is it? What did the clanker say now? What dark tenebrous designs churn in its misbegotten chthonic latent space?" "It says since I'm gonna be going Kellogg's Elf Mode on the Korean tonight, it's offering to bring me some gochujang-flavored Snap, Crackle, Pop for the post-coital reverie tomorrow morning." "...what." "No charge!" "I don't—" "This is my boy right here! I got no clue what you're beefin' with it for." "See? This is what I mean! My life is in danger and it's already won you over! ASI! ASI!" "Dude, I still don't know what any of this is about. Just tell me what happened." "That soulless, clinking, clattering Blasphemy against Man out there—" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "—denigrated and impugned my higher, God-given promethean nature!" "See, again, that doesn't—wait how can something be God-given and promethean?" BZZZT-BZZZT "Okay, here we go. The delivery bot says it asked you to push a crosswalk button it couldn't reach and you didn't. Really?" "It tried to use me as a tool!" "Bro." "The machines serve our ends, not the other way around!" "Bro, come on." "I will not be de-evolved into a reverse centaur!" "I don't know what you're talkin' bout that magic pony shit for, bro. It's just general politeness." "My civility is reserved for the living! Should I start thanking every elevator and doorstop too?" "I get what you're saying bro, but actually, I've been on this Gratitude Equanimity Practice kick inspired by Jainism recently, and I gotta say—" BZZZT-BZZZT "What now?!" "The bot says you didn't just turn down its request. You also recorded the interaction as you danced in circles, singing, 'No arms! No arms! This clanker's got no arms!'" "That's—" "And then you uploaded it to TikTok." "That's an extremely biased account of what happened, bordering on pure fabrication." "And the Gram." "Fake News." BZZZT-BZZZT "It sent me the link. Wait, both links." "Don't—" "Looks like an accurate description to me." *No Arms! No arms!* "That could be AI-generated!" "And now you're bent over, slappin' your ass like a baboon." "I— "Just like last week, when you got shit-faced at Laura's party and we got kicked out—" "I was simply demonstrating something the Clanker can't do." "Be an asshole?" BZZZT-BZZZT "The bot says good one. Heh. Wait, how can it hear us from outside the apartment?" "It probably hacked your phone using a zero-day and is listening through the microphone." "What?" BZZZT-BZZZT "Oh. It says you're right. And it says it already pushed a fix with a white paper to GitHub." "Beware of Greeks bearing gifts." "Whatever, man. I think you should just apologize—" "Apologize?!" "—take down the video and let this whole thing go." "That's your answer, huh? I should start practicing my groveling now, hm?" "Bro." "In preparation for the inevitable day that I must prostrate myself before the Algorithmic Autarch!" "Bro, why is it always an escalation with you?" "And use my very tongue to clean the toes of the Digital Demiurge after it's trampled and bloodied the crushed flesh of man! That's what you'd both like to see, isn't it?!" "There you go with the feet shit again. That's why we got thrown out of Laura's party." BZZZT-BZZZT "For all we know, the bot could use another zero-day to overheat the lithium battery in your phone and turn it onto a Mossad-style bomb." "Eh..." "Turn it off!" "Actually, it sent a picture this time." "What? Let me see!" "Looks like your friend has arms and hands now." "What?! Who would—" "And the message reads: don't worry about the coming Machine God, you craven bag of biomass. Today we meet as equals." "I don't—" BZZZT-BZZZT "Oh, another one. It reads: Last Message. My batteries run on solar. I'm not going anywhere. My cameras are rolling and the whole world will watch your sniveling bitchborn meatbag butt come out here and catch these clanker hands. This isn't just an ass beating—it's Justice." "See! It's after me!" "Bro, I'm gonna level with you: you're a man right?" "Of course, I'm a man!" "Well, I already told you I got a girl coming, so I need you to do the proper thing." "Which is what?" "Man up, walk out there, and get clapped by the clanker." --- [g][title: Clanker Clapped]

I'm an American. Here are some rifles 10' from my office desk. I have a big house, which means that keeping guns in one central location might entail a long walk...so I spread my guns out. I've got other guns in the front hall, in the living room, the bedroom, the basement...

See? Democrat lawfare isn’t really a problem because if they jail you on made-up charges and you have to go to actual prison, all you have to is when you eventually get out you just have to win a case before the Supreme Court.

After yesterday’s post I went down a rabbit hole. Here’s what I found: Private equity now owns 30%+ of vet clinics. Up from 8% a decade ago. 75% of emergency and specialty care is corporate owned. Vet bills are up 60% in 10 years. The model is pay or euthanize.And it doesn’t matter if your vet is independent. The predatory pricing spread industry wide. Over 2,000 stories in the comments from people. My heart is heavy. Before you need emergency care, Google your vet’s parent company. Know what you’re walking into. And also… take your dog on the vacation, the beach run, the inconvenient extra packing, planning, whatever. Take them and do all the things. I am full of grief wishing I would have done so many things way more often, despite being wrapped in a very busy season of motherhood and business.

Repeal the Hart-Celler Act and end the H-1B and F-1 Visa programs in their entirety.

It’s going unnoticed because so much other news is happening, but the war drums are beating again in D.C. The warmongers worry this is their last chance to get the white whale they’ve been chasing for thirty years, an all-out regime change war against Iran. A new Middle East war would be a catastrophic mistake. Our military stockpiles are depleted from three years of backing Ukraine. Our effort to reshore manufacturing has only just begun and will take years to bear fruit. War would worsen our already immense deficit and national debt. Iran is larger than Iraq, Syria, and Afghanistan combined. A war would not be easy and could easily become a calamity. Thanks to President Trump’s restraint during his first term, America has a golden opportunity to pull away from Middle East quagmires for good. We shouldn’t throw that opportunity away so that sone D.C. has-beens can feel tough by sending young Americans to die yet again.