Omega Zero-X: Advent

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"You need to understand that Sam can never be trusted." "He is a sociopath. He would do anything." - Aaron Swartz on Altman, shortly before he took his own life

@madeinbajor Como um irmão Não comenta sobre algo importante assim na vida dele Bicho, vc vai ser o próximo

" tenho certeza que não é nada grave" Menino eu te recomendo saber antes de defender pq olha, vc pode se surpreender. #bajo37426

@AllGiov @retribution992 @ogavelar Essa resposta explica tudo

@retribution992 @ogavelar Estou escrevendo, não falando!

Você pensa no concurso público como um filtro pra atrair as melhores mentes ou as mais vocacionadas para o serviço público. Não é. É só procedimento que um monte de gente que não teria a menor chance de sucesso na iniciativa privada, fica repetindo ad infinitum até que a lei dos grandes números entre em ação e a pessoa ingressa na carreira. Obviamente não todas as pessoas, mas sem dúvida a maior parte das pessoas que posta sobre isso no X.

Um português viajou para a Coreia do Norte e descobriu que é tudo falso!

@Cesar_nunes1958 @bbcbrasil Imprensa mundial é vc sarrando no pau

@bbcbrasil Israel é um país com leis. Se houve crime serão analisados. Agora os terroristas sanguinários fazem o que fazem e nao vemos a mesma atenção da BBC. O que a ideologia esquerdista fez com a imprensa mundial!!!

Soldados israelenses atiraram em adolescente palestino e o deixaram sangrar até a morte, indicam vídeos bbc.in/41aFaDi #Mais Lidas

poxa mas a placa do bar poxa mas a chef que ficou sem pãozinho poxa mas a frase do rio ao mar

Cualquier cosa menos amar a sus familiares lgbtq

RT @tuitero_rafael: “bom trabalho do mbl”

Buying hardware to run LLMs locally is the best way to burn cash for no reason

@gcvftw @gothburz He didn't swear The president did He just cited the words of the head honcho

@gothburz I think this is the first time I've ever seen you swear in a post and idk how to feel about that ;-; do you kiss your Civic with that mouth? The phone charger. I mean...it's human and that's what makes me not hate it as much. But I still hate it. P value is almost 1.

I am the Senior Targeting Analyst at United States Central Command I'm responsible for converting social media posts into strike packages. That sentence used to be a joke I made at a bar in Tampa. In January, Human Resources asked me to formalize it. They said the position description needed to "reflect current operational realities." I submitted the language on a Tuesday. It was approved by Friday. Nobody laughed. On Easter Sunday, April 5th, the President of the United States posted that the following Tuesday would be "Power Plant Day, and Bridge Day." I read the post at 8:11 AM on a phone that costs the Department of Defense $1,400 because it meets TEMPEST electromagnetic shielding requirements. The post had gone up eight minutes earlier. The post contained three exclamation points after "Power Plant Day" and two after "Bridge Day." I have been trained to assess threat levels from satellite imagery, signals intercepts, and human intelligence networks. I assessed the exclamation points. Five total. By our revised protocol, that's a THREATCON BRAVO. My watch officer is a lieutenant named Okafor. Twenty-six years old. Naval Academy. Finished second in his class in strategic planning. On Sunday morning, he walked into the operations center holding a legal pad and asked me where the formal execute order was. I told him the post was the execute order. He wrote something on his legal pad. I don't know what. He writes everything down. He has filled eleven legal pads since January. I don't know what he does with them. I have never asked. He asked if the National Security Council had convened. I said I hadn't checked. He asked if the Secretary of Defense had issued a deployment directive. I said the directive was implicit in the phrase "Power Plant Day." He wrote that down too. Nobody laughed. My team had forty-eight hours. Forty-eight hours to determine which power plants. Which bridges. What ordnance. What collateral damage estimates. What the rules of engagement would be for a military operation announced in a post that also contained the phrase "you crazy bastards." We had a 247-page targeting doctrine. Developed across three administrations. Reviewed by fourteen lawyers. Tested in six war games. We reduced it to a laminated card that begins with "Step 1: Check Truth Social." The card is mint green. Someone in procurement chose the color. I don't know why. I carry it in my breast pocket next to my badge. The deadline was Tuesday at 8:00 PM Eastern. I built the first strike package by Monday morning. Fourteen power plants. Eight bridges. Tomahawk cruise missiles from the USS Gravely. B-2 sorties from Whiteman. Collateral damage estimate: thirty-one thousand to forty-seven thousand civilian casualties, depending on time of day and grid load. I printed the estimate on 11x17 cardstock because the General prefers landscape orientation for casualty projections. Okafor reviewed the package. He spent forty minutes on the collateral damage page. Forty minutes. I spend four. He circled the range — thirty-one to forty-seven thousand — in pencil and wrote something in the margin. I didn't read it. The margin is for blue pen. The General prefers blue. Pencil is not protocol. I told Okafor that pencil annotations are not included in the briefing copy. He said that thirty-one thousand people is a city. I said it was a staffing variable for post-strike humanitarian assessment. That's targeting. At 2:14 PM Monday, the deadline moved. The envoys had made progress. The new deadline was Wednesday. I built the second strike package by Monday night. Adjusted two bridge targets based on updated commercial traffic. The collateral estimate dropped to twenty-eight thousand. I noted this in the margin with a blue pen. The General prefers blue. At 9:03 PM Monday, the deadline moved again. Thursday "or else." The "or else" was not further specified. Two deadline changes in seven hours. I built the third strike package by Tuesday morning. Three strike packages for three deadlines in under forty-eight hours. We call this "the timeline." The timeline is whatever was posted most recently. Our envoys negotiated via text message. Through Turkish intermediaries. Through Egyptian intermediaries. Through Pakistani intermediaries. Three sovereign nations serving as a group chat relay between the White House and Tehran. The Turkish diplomat used WhatsApp. The Egyptian used Signal. The Pakistani used SMS. At one point, a message was delayed forty-seven minutes because the Egyptian diplomat's phone died and he had to borrow a charger from a hotel concierge in Muscat. Forty-seven minutes. In a negotiation over whether we bomb power plants. That's diplomacy. The President's post contained the phrase "Praise be to Allah." My cultural advisors — three PhDs, combined forty-one years of regional expertise, one of whom speaks Farsi with a dialect so precise that native speakers assume he grew up in Isfahan — spent eleven hours determining whether this was strategic outreach, deliberate provocation, or autocomplete. They produced a 40-page assessment. Classification: SECRET//NOFORN. Forty pages. Eleven hours. Three doctorates. Their conclusion: "Unclear." I filed the assessment in a red folder. The red folder goes on the left side of the General's desk. The left side is for items requiring further guidance. The right side is for items requiring action. The center is for items the General does not intend to read but wants visible during video calls. The assessment went left. It is still on the left. Okafor asked what happens if the assessment stays on the left side permanently. I said items on the left side are reviewed on a quarterly basis in accordance with Command Administrative Procedure 7-12. He asked what happens to the casualties in the forty-eight hours before the quarterly review. Nobody laughed. Twenty-one percent of the world's daily oil supply transits the Strait of Hormuz. Seventeen million barrels. Every day. The first time the President threatened to bomb Iran, oil surged eleven percent in a single session. By the sixth time — this post — futures moved three percent on thin Sunday volume. The markets have learned to price in the possibility that foreign policy is a social media post. Oil is up fifty-one percent in a month. The global energy market is now a derivative of one man's posting cadence. Three years ago, I briefed the Joint Chiefs from satellite imagery, signals intelligence summaries, and a 140-page regional threat assessment compiled by eleven analysts over nine weeks. Last week I briefed from a screenshot. I printed the screenshot on the same 11x17 cardstock. Same landscape orientation. Same blue margin notes. The screenshot contained more exclamation points than our formal threat assessment. I highlighted the exclamation points in yellow. The General asked why. I said they were the closest thing to a threat indicator in the source material. He did not laugh either. That is the progression. Satellite imagery to signals intelligence to screenshots. The platform changed. The cardstock did not. The blue pen did not. The red folder did not. The landscape orientation did not. We adapted the most sophisticated military targeting apparatus on earth to fit a social media post, and the only thing we did not adapt was the stationery. That's doctrine. I have been in military targeting for twenty-two years. I have planned strikes in Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, Libya, and Yemen. I have operationalized orders from four commanders-in-chief. I have never been asked to operationalize the sentence "Open the Fuckin' Strait." But I did. I translated it into target coordinates. I assigned munitions. I estimated blast radii. I calculated how many people would die if we executed the operation described in a post that used the word "Fuckin'" with a capital F and an apostrophe. The apostrophe bothered me. I don't know why. Of all the things in that sentence to fixate on — the thirty-one thousand casualties, the seventeen million barrels, the three PhDs, the forty-seven-minute charger delay, the three sovereign nations relaying text messages, the laminated card in my breast pocket that begins with "Step 1: Check Truth Social" — I chose the punctuation. Maybe that's all I have left to notice. On Tuesday morning, Okafor walked into the operations center with a new legal pad. Number twelve. He sat at his station and opened the strike package to the collateral damage page. He read it for six minutes. I know because I watched the clock. Six minutes on a page I built in four. He closed the binder. He did not write anything in the margin. He did not ask a procedural question. He did not mention the execute order or the deployment directive or the National Security Council. He just looked at me. I looked at the laminated card in my breast pocket. Mint green. "Step 1: Check Truth Social." I looked at the 11x17 cardstock in landscape orientation with blue margin notes and yellow-highlighted exclamation points, filed in the red folder on the left side of the General's desk. I looked at Okafor's twelve legal pads, stacked on the shelf behind his station, each one full of questions that have never been answered. Nobody laughed. My job title is Senior Targeting Analyst. My job is converting social media posts into strike packages. The doctrine is on a mint green laminated card. The casualties are on 11x17 cardstock. The legal pads are on a shelf. And Tuesday is Power Plant Day.

“An Illinois city just approved 14 data centers after hearing six straight hours of people begging them not to.” Residents packed the City Council meeting to oppose the project. Public comment went on for hours. In the end, officials unanimously voted yes.

"Palestina Livre do Rio ao Mar" é "antissemitismo"? Ao contrário do que promovem os propagandistas e criminosos de guerra sionistas, "Do Rio ao Mar" é o fim do apartheid, da ocupação, do genocídio e da ideologia racista e supremacista sionista. Do Rio ao Mar 🇵🇸

RT @Jessi_Arts: Lembro de ter visto alguém pedindo isso versão jojo, então eu fiz isso

@TheGeorgePu @dansantucci It's about punishing the whole oild dependent world for not taking his side on the war he himself started

South Korea is panic-buying trash bags. Japan is rationing plastic tubes for kidney dialysis. Taiwan set up a hotline for factories that can't find plastic. Sri Lanka moved to a four-day work week to save fuel. Gas station workers are being killed over fuel in Bangladesh and India. This stopped being about oil a long time ago.

@karinapuss_ @alicedeoba Ele tem tanto nojo de mulher que fechou os comentários pra ninguém mais humilhar ele

vcs temem seios reais vcs temem vaginas reais vcs temem corpos reais vcs amam maquiagem corporal vcs amam sexo atuado, ou melhor, encenações de violência contra mulheres vcs amam pixels e por algum motivo a culpa é de uma mulher, pq a realidade assusta vcs vcs são nada, de vdd

noticias que curam

Seria chamado de comunista e matariam ele de novo

The Pope told Trump to stop misusing God’s name. A MAGA supporter called the Pope the Antichrist. THE. POPE.

RT @_forbisexuals: happy easter bisexuals

BREAKING: The homophobic Texas televangelist who claimed Iran would surrender on Easter and name Donald Trump as their new Ayatollah so he could convert all of Iran to Christianity accidentally emailed his entire congregation his Grindr account in his Easter morning e-card.