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@aakashgupta Video and image generation consumer way more computer, as well.

OpenAI just exited the video generation business entirely. App dead. API dead. No video inside ChatGPT. Disney’s $1 billion deal, signed four months ago, is dead. Read that again. This isn’t a consolidation into the super app. Altman told staff Tuesday that OpenAI is winding down all products using video models. Disney’s own statement says they respect OpenAI’s decision to “exit the video generation business.” The Sora research team is being redirected to robotics. The reason is sitting right there in the competitive data. Anthropic hit $19 billion in annualized revenue by early 2026 selling text and code. No video generation. No image generation. No consumer social app. No Disney deal. One product surface: chat, code, computer use, all in one place. OpenAI looked at where every dollar of market growth was coming from and saw the answer: coding and enterprise. So now they’re copying the model. ChatGPT, Codex, and the browser merge into one app. Instant Checkout killed today too. Every consumer experiment is getting cut. What remains is the Anthropic playbook: one app, code and chat, enterprise and developer focus. The Sora numbers explain the urgency. Total consumer revenue across iOS and Android since September: $1.4 million. Peak month was $540,000. Every video generation burned GPU compute that could have been running inference for ChatGPT or Codex instead. OpenAI’s own head of Sora announced generation limits because chips couldn’t keep up. At $14 billion in projected 2026 losses, every GPU matters. Google just inherited the AI video market by default. Nano Banana already lives inside Gemini. No standalone app to manage, no separate brand to support. Among the majors, they’re the only ones left. Runway, Kling, Minimax, Luma, and the other independents are still shipping, but none of them have Google’s distribution. Disney put $1 billion in stock warrants on a product that lasted six months. The deal was announced in December. Characters from Marvel, Pixar, and Star Wars were supposed to be generating fan videos on Sora by now. Instead, Disney is writing a polite press statement about “respecting OpenAI’s decision” while its legal team unwinds a deal that never produced a single licensed video. Four months from billion-dollar partnership to obituary. That’s how fast the AI product landscape reprices when the unit economics don’t work.

@dr_duchesne These experiments have been run - adding low performing people to a high performing arena does not raise the low performing people but it does lower the high performing people. We've known this for decades at this point.

The promise of liberal progressivism was that, through integration and the equalization of opportunities for Blacks, public schools, civil rights legislation, and trillions in welfare, we would enable Blacks to express their highest talents. But exactly the opposite has occurred: Blacks have reverted to their most primitive instincts, carrying with them a growing number of Whites. This raises a most pertinent question: How has the most progressive ideology managed to regress humans to the least civilized behaviors?

So basically: a) ICE deploys somewhere b) TSA lines plummet c) Traffic vanishes d) ERs clear out e) Construction sites are ghost towns f) Class sizes shrink ...and we're still supposed to believe there are only 11 million illegal aliens in the country?!

No. This is not actually a choice that women need to make. Almost everyone is confused about this, because the actual, functional mating customs of civilized humanity were almost entirely lost in the baby boomer great reset. In civilized humans, courtship between the sexes is initiated by the female. This is why civilized men hate cold approaching, and only r-selecting knuckledraggers are comfortable with the practice... along with men who have killed off their natural distaste for it because they had to learn it out of sheer necessity. Women generally hate this idea, because they don't like cold approaching, either. But I did not say cold approach. I said "initiate". What a woman is supposed to do, according the customs of actual civilization with functional mating rituals, is see a man she thinks she might like, and covertly signal an invitation to approach. This invitation is the first measure of a graceful social dance, where the steps are known to both partners. The signal is to be clear enough that the man understands its intent, but subtle enough that it can be plausibly denied if he proves to be distasteful on closer examination. It is then the man's responsibility to overtly approach and court. But this is not a cold approach, because he knows he has been invited. His responsibility is to not screw up a good beginning. Thus, no one is cold approaching. Look at the cartoon. You've seen it before. And this indeed how it works... but only in a broken culture. Because when both sexes understand their roles, the difference between the top and bottom panels isn't whether the man is objectively attractive or not, but whether Susan dropped a hint. The reason things work this way now is that Susan was brought up without the slightest inkling of what she was supposed to do. In fact, if you told her now that she's supposed to know how to accidentally drop a handkerchief, she'd probably resent the implication that she has any duties or bears any responsibility for doing anything at all. But power and responsibility together in both directions. If women have no responsibility to invite an approach, then they have no power to control who approaches them. And this is a power they desperately want. This is the true reason why they complain about how being approached is "creepy". They have an instinctive sense that men they don't want are not supposed to make a pass, but they have no idea how this is supposed to not happen. So they try to leave it to men to work out. And men, like women, and like every other carbon-based life form on the planet, are noted for their inability to read minds. There is no individual solution to a broken collective. Dire misunderstandings between men and women trying to find mates are simply one more symptom of the disease that caused the late twentieth century West to try to wipe the cultural slate clean, and reinvent all social customs from an undifferentiated soup of naive postwar liberalism. An individual woman who learns to drop a hint — and more importantly, understands that she should — is still powerless to force men around her to learn to pick one up, or to refrain from being a sex pest when she doesn't drop one. An individual man who learns to spot a hint is still powerless to read the minds of women who don't even know they are supposed to drop one, much less how. Humans, unlike almost all other animals, are not creatures of instinct alone. We are evolved to develop and use rituals. And thus we need to have those rituals, and to transmit them to the next generation. Or we will not thrive. Did every culture have a genteel lexicon of hints and winks and dropped handkerchiefs and how to hold a lace fan? Of course not. Mongol horse archers would think this was all effete nonsense. But Mongol horse archers never invented the radio or the airplane or machine tools or the air conditioner, either. So who cares what they would have thought? We had a way of courting. It was a dance, not a war. It worked. People were happy with it. Then some hippies decided it didn't work with their abstract and stupid philosophy. So it all had to go. And now even conservatives don't always remember what it is we're supposed to be conserving.

A bartender in Galveston, Texas was arrested for serving a drunk customer who killed someone. She makes $25 an hour. A federal judge makes $236,000 a year and has absolute legal immunity for every decision on the bench, including releasing violent offenders who kill again. 42 states have dram shop laws. The bartender’s causation chain has two links: pour drink, person crashes. Exposed window? Sometimes three hours. She can be charged with criminal negligence, sued in civil court, and lose her livelihood. All for failing to eyeball whether a guy at a crowded bar was too drunk for one more round. The judge has a pre-sentencing report, a criminal history score, a risk assessment algorithm, victim impact statements, and a prosecutor arguing the case in front of them. Every tool the system can produce. And when they get it wrong? Nothing. Absolute judicial immunity, codified since Bradley v. Fisher in 1871, means a judge cannot be sued for any act performed in judicial capacity. How absolute? In 1978, the Supreme Court ruled in Stump v. Sparkman that a judge who signed a petition to sterilize a 15-year-old girl without her knowledge or consent was fully immune. The court acknowledged the act was reprehensible. Didn’t matter. Judicial act, judicial immunity, case closed. That precedent still controls today. The recidivism data is where this gets obscene. The U.S. Sentencing Commission tracked violent offenders released in 2010 across eight years. 63.8% were rearrested. Median time to rearrest: 16 months. These numbers haven’t moved in two decades. The 2005 cohort and the 2010 cohort produced statistically identical outcomes. Judges aren’t making unpredictable calls. They’re making well-documented bets with other people’s lives, and the base rates have been published and available the entire time. The bartender gets three hours of ambiguous signals. The judge gets the full weight of the federal data apparatus. One of them can go to prison for getting it wrong. The other can’t even be named in a civil suit.

No voter ID, especially when combined with mail-in ballots, means the system is engineered to make fraud impossible to prove. Everyone knows that you can barely get through your week without showing ID for the most banal activities, like shopping at Costco. The only reason to ban ID is to hide massive voter fraud.

@ShitpostGate all fun and games until they hit a rock or a big bump and you find yourself under the wheels.

Democrats continue voting Democrat while crying about everything Democrats do.

Actually, the reason that Healthcare in the United States is unreasonably expensive is because of left-wing laws about healthcare. If Healthcare worked like groceries, it would not be so expensive. You need health care, you go to the doctor, you pay for your health care. If you don't have money, you don't get healthcare. Same as groceries. But leftists wanted everybody to get health care even if they could not pay. This meant that healthcare providers could jack up their prices and the government would be forced to pay using taxpayer dollars. Now, American emergency rooms are packed to the brim with foreigners who don't speak English getting free healthcare that you pay for while people like you cannot afford insurance and the insurance doesn't get you anything anyway. The government should not be involved in healthcare at all. The government does not buy you groceries. It does not pay your rent. It does not buy you new socks when you get holes in them. It should not be buying you Healthcare either.

I am a post-American. I once believed in democracy, justice, and freedom. I grew up in America and saw it collapse in my lifetime. I no longer believe the bill of rights or any founding documents apply anymore, and your rights only exist if you are actively fighting for and protecting them. There is no more law or safety here. There are now two Americas. One that still exists in the hearts of those who grew up in a time before they were outnumbered by foreigners. In this America, you work hard for what feels like nothing, you are afraid of having children, and every day feels like your society is crumbling worse than the day before. You pay almost 1000 dollars a month on insurance for you and your family if you have one. In the second America, you are handed an envelope with more than enough money to get by. In fact, you receive free healthcare, your children are paid through every benefit they could ever need, and even your education is given you for free. The second America is funded by the first. I believe the America I grew up in has already vanished, and I believe you should be acting accordingly. I am moving back to Florida to be near friends, family, and a known network of Americans. I believe numbers will be our only strength, and our society is so atomized that anyone who is not actively seeking a network will be consumed by the third world. Happy Monday, go fund that second America o7

I've been leaning heavily on raceposting lately. This is not at all unrelated to my TikTok-girl, dating-explanation videos. My central focus is [explaining male and female psychology]. I started by explaining women to men so they can know how to treat women. I then started explaining men to women, and each sex to itself. SWORDPILLED is my best video on this - The different motivations and behaviors of men and women in the sexual market. I am now (desperately) trying to explain women's morality to men so they can see how it creates our political situation. BABY TALK and TOO COMFORTABLE are my recent steps in this direction. To summarize: Technology has helped bad actors target female emotions to brainwash White women into voting for global Rhodesia. That's when all the brown people outnumber the white people, take over the government, rob us and kill us, and no one ever does anything about it. The way it works is: 1. they show women emotional content 2. the women want to "save the babies" (dangerous 3rd world criminals) 3. weak men go along with women and say "you're so right!" to get sexual access 4. we get overrun. This is a psychological operation (watch my video PSYOPS). This is not an issue of being overpowered or a natural procession of events. It takes place in the emotional landscape, and it can be fixed in the emotional landscape. By being more of a man. I have also begun to explain the emotional landscape of different types of people. White people from white countries have a very hard time understanding 3rd world mentality. White people wait in line. 3rd worlders think you're "stupid" for this, because there's nothing stopping you from pushing everyone out of the way to be first. This is what "smart" means to them. I'll explain this in upcoming LEVELS videos. The most important thing happening in the world right now is the decrease of consciousness from the 4th to the 3rd level. The 4th level is the "do the right thing" level. Like how, in Japan, you can drop your wallet in Tokyo and someone will find a way to return it to you. The 3rd level is the "me first" level. Like how in bad neighborhoods, you can get robbed at gunpoint. (The levels are chaotic like that. They don't just get "nicer" as you go up. Level 1 is mean, 2 nice (if you're familiar), 3 mean, 4 nice as long as you're on the nice-guy team, 5 neutral, 6 way too nice to everyone, 7 is grown-up nice, which feels mean to lower levels (especially 6), and 8 is beyond mean and nice.) Everyone can see we're sliding back from a world that was level 4 average to level 3. In the West, we were level 5 average and started going into 6 in the 60s. We're going back to 3 now, too. That's gonna be ugly. Imagine if every single part of life was like that 3rd world mindset, "just cut the line, me first!" I don't really know what there is left to do in life if you're not trying to stop this. People are still taking vacations and reading books and going out to dinner while "level 3" people flood into our countries by the millions and take over the government. Do you have any fucking clue what's going to happen to you when they have all the power? When you get Rhodesia'd, they do the worst things you can imagine. They blame you for all their problems. They get told "White people did a racism on you," and they want revenge. Like what are some of you doing right now? Going to school? Writing music? Starting a family? Do you think that's gonna mean anything in Rhodesia? It's not far off. They key to all of it, the whole thing, is White women's emotions. If no one had ever manipulated them, we would never have gotten here. You have to stop agreeing with hysterical women, get stronger as a man, be a leader, and change the culture. There are no other safe ways out of this trajectory.

Would it kill the makers of avocados to put a different toy inside? I have like 50 wooden balls already.

"Where's the sequel?" Any time this question gets asked nowdays, we are conversing by the flickering light of George Martin's spectacular self-immolation.   George Martin is an asshole. We can't just brush off the question like he does. Authors might not owe you another book, as Neil Gaiman pointed out while he wasn't busy being a sex pest, but... so what? I don't conduct relationships with my fans via double entry bookkeeping, in the same way that if I have a headache, Sara doesn't check the balance sheet before giving me a scalp massage. Readers pay my bills, they want a sequel, I want to deliver one, or least a transparent explanation of why it's taking a while. It's the obfuscations, false promises, and outright lies that make fans so angry. So here's what happened. I never expected Theft of Fire to hit as hard as it did. Debut novels don't do this, and if you think they do, that's not the first novel, just the first one that you heard of. I also never expected to take off on Twitter like I did. So, there were a lot of demands for attention. Appearing on podcasts, at conventions, that sort of thing. And that was, indeed, slowing down the writing. Handling a public presence was new to me. But had it been that alone, you'd have Box Of Trouble in your hands right now. It would have been later than a year, but not this late. But then I had to drive Sara to the ER at 5am in the morning, with the worst headache of her life, probably a fair description of what it feels like when you have a 5cm  stage 4 cancer bleeding into your brain. The next day, I read her the comments from people hoping and praying for her, as they wheeled her for brain surgery. That was the beginning of a very long year, full of more surgeries, radiation therapy, immunological infusions that made her sicker than the cancer itself, two hour drives to the treatment center, sometimes every other day. I tried to write. I tried. Not just because I was later than I wanted to be. Not because you asked me where the sequel was. Because I needed something I could do. Something I had control over. Something that felt like progress, instead of sitting around waiting to see if I was going to lose... Well, you know what it's like to love someone. We give hostages to fate when we love. Trying to work was a mistake. Brains work by association. For the meager payoff of what little progress I could make, I cross-linked my writing process with hospital waiting rooms, infusion centers, and that soft, empty feeling of waiting for death in blank rooms with old magazines and inoffensive white walls. When we were luckier than most, when our battle with cancer ended in triumph, I didn't feel triumphant. I didn't even feel relieved. I didn't feel anything. Something quiet and vital and nameless had switched off inside me, and because of that, I could keep marching forward. But the color had drained out of the world. I could rest now. Sleep. Sort of. A little bit. But I couldn't write. Whatever part of me had juggled ideas, tossing them up in the air with a laugh to see what came down, or whether they turned into birds and flew off and didn't down at all, well... that part wasn't laughing. It was curled up in the corner, tucked in a little ball with its arms around its knees, tunelessly humming a song I didn't like the lyrics of. I tried. So many authors, successful authors, far more experienced than I, talk about discipline and forming good habits and not waiting for inspiration. So I tried. I was late already, and it was eating at me. People were understanding, but I understand all too well that even a good excuse is not a result. I was... different. Angry. Snapping at people. Using my writing gifts to snarl at people over politics instead of play with fun ideas, saying things that were just expressions of frustration rather than insight. I lost some friends. I don't think I'll get all of them back. There are treatments for cancer. There aren't any treatments for the people in the splash zone. At the end of last November, the two-year mark since I published Theft of Fire, I realized I wasn't going to finish. Not like this. I had 85% of a complete manuscript, but you can't crawl across the finish line if you can't crawl. I had to stop and fix... everything. I sat down, stared at a wall, and thought about what I needed to do. Since I wasn't stupid enough to involve anyone who calls herself a "therapist", there were no lectures about intersectional feminism and toxic masculinity. Then I played video games for a month. And not much else. That doesn't sound like a great vacation. It sounds like laziness. But that's what it needed to be. I needed to not be responsible. If it were my job to build walls or dig ditches or fight wars or design aircraft parts or write software, I could have knuckled up and just done it. But telling stories isn't something that you can just work at. You have to play at it, too. And to do that, you have to remember what it feels like to play. So I had to ignore the advice that I'm sure was great for other people who aren't me, and I had to be lazy and play video games for a month, and then go scuba diving in the Florida keys, and then get sick and attend a convention as guest of honor while so drugged up that I barely remember anything I said. I had to realize that I was injured. And I had to put myself on the injured list. What do you do with a lifting injury? How do you rehab a damaged muscle? Well, you rest it until you can move it through the full range of motion, weakly. And then you lift weights again, but light ones. Only as much as you can handle without pain. So I sat down each day and wrote, just a little. A sentence or two, sometimes, if I couldn't get more. Never pushing myself, quitting when there wasn't any more in the tank, not nagging myself over deadlines long vanished in my rearview mirror. It started out as just 100 or 200 words, here and there. Then it started to feel okay again. Well, okayish. It wasn't enough. It wasn't the pace of a man trying to finish a race, or deliver on a delayed promise. But it was all I had to give. But yesterday, I wrote 1000 words. Today, 1100. And I didn't hate them. I'm still not 100%. I'm... diminished. Mentally and emotionally. Angry a lot of the time. Sometimes ashamed of myself over all this. A lot of things that used to bring me joy now bring... nothing. But I know what I have to do for myself so I can do this at all. And it's working enough to let me move forward. I have 132,000 words now. They're good. I don't hate them. They're better than Theft of Fire. I don't know where the finish line is, but I know it's somewhere out there. It feels closer now. I can't promise a date. I'm sorry. Things are still bad, even if they're better now, and I have to just do what I can, and not hate myself for it. There's a printed page taped to my wall. Above the monitors. Something I said to someone else once. Sometimes you have to be the person you wish you had. Cast your eyes down. You cannot see Samarkand from here, but the road is before you. Look to the road, see the footprints in the dust. Others have walked  this way. Take one step, and then another, and then a third. Rest in the  cool of the evening, and walk when the sun rises, when the muezzin  calls the faithful at dawn. Take one step, and then another, and then a  third. Others have walked this way. Look to the road, see the footprints  in the dust. The road is before you, though you cannot see Samarkand from here. Cast your eyes down. And walk.

The Hart-Celler Immigration Act of 1965, in conjunction with the Immigration Act of 1990, is the most recent declaration of war Congress has ever passed. Not only did this legislation declare war on American culture, but it has also been sending foreign troops to every American community to steal their jobs, erase their religion, and infiltrate their schools. I am preparing a monumental bill that repeals Hart-Celler, ends the H1-B visa scam, ends chain migration, and creates a whole new character-based system that would make America look like America again. The ASSIMILATION Act is how we can save our culture and secure our country.

Woke Ninth Circuit decides Korean spas have to let biological men swing their gear in front of women and children. The dissent is pure gold:

This happened last month, but you probably never saw any press about it

NEW: Texas teen shoots woman in the neck who was visiting her friend with cancer before stealing the car belonging to the woman with cancer. 18-year-old Darius DeWayne Hall has been arrested for allegedly shooting Marietta Allison in northwest Houston. The friend with cancer, Cassie Daniel, has shared a post detailing what happened. "There wasn’t any parking, so Marietta had driven around the block to find a parking spot, and we heard the gunshot," Daniel said. "We were later told that her heart stopped immediately when [Hall] shot her in the neck." "The man took her purse, stole my car key, and took the car." Hall was under juvenile suspension for multiple previous charges, including aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, according to court records. Another avoidable death.

@waltermasterson The most amazing thing is he STILL thinks he's right. He can literally watch one of "his people" throw a bomb and try to kill people and still defend them. It would be amazing if it wasn't so common.

I was in the middle of saying “as a born and raised New Yorker, we welcome everyone into this city” when he threw that over my head.

So just to recap: a prison guard who lied to the authorities about checking on Epstein also coincidentally made a series of deposits in the weeks leading up to his death that were so suspicious that the bank independently reported them to the police. That same prison guard was searching for news about Epstein in the moments before his death. And that same guard was independently named by inmates who claimed that she was involved in covering up the killing. Also, two cameras in front of Epstein's cell malfunctioned while all of this was happening. That's a whole lot of coincidences stacking up on top of each other. I don't know. Seems strange to me. But I'm no detective.

📜Boomers dont get why looksmaxing exists. In online dating written bios are meaningless because you can just lie. Personality? Interests? career? Sense of humor? meaningless, less than worthless, the only thing women CAN judge is looks. Or they can chase money at fancy parties. so if you aren't rich and you arent looksmaxing, if you aren’t to 10-20% attractive… you don’t even get a first date in which you can BE funny. “So just meet girls at work or school?” That’s illegal. You’ll be expelled or fired. i knew a guy who had an olympic gymnast being really obvious “i accidentally dropped my pen, let me bend over, teehee” interest… he refused to express any interest back despite her being hot as could be because it took 4 months and 5k applications to get that job and he wasn’t going to get another (because he’s white), and he didn’t want to lose EVERYTHING if she got offended or turnt out to be crazy and complained. The only way you can date without legal consequences is online dating, and the only metric that matters in online dating is looksmaxing. so the entire dating market revolves arround who looks good enough in 5 pictures that they can be in the 80/20 or 10/90 that even gets a first date at all… then once you’re over that threshold you don’t settle down, because girls are easy now… you keep a harem of “situations” you call up for sex once a month… because why wouldn’t you, you’ve artificially been given a monopoly on first dates. and all of this could be easily fixed if boomers just ADMITTED the problem isn’t young men but their own traitorous feminist policy choices and hpocritical moral crusades (the epstein generation pushing feminism, affirmative consent, and sexual harrassment laws) but they never will because they hate and despise their grandchildren and will NEVER admit that any problem was their own actions.