Michael Oliver retweeted
A 1970s PSA against cable television
It seems unbelievable today- but in the 1970s, TV was free and the idea of paying for it was controversial
I wish I was allowed to hold a meaningful job that I could take pride in and paid me enough to support myself and live like those around me instead of sitting in isolation waiting to die while being left behind and left to watch as the bitterness and resentment within me grows. – at Minneapolis, MN
Watching two members of the KPA consume a US MRE is fascinating.
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Sometimes I forget how hopeless, isolated, and depressed local politics makes me feel.
At this point I don't even want to leave the house anymore.
What's the point of going out and forcing myself to interact with a polarized community of hypocrites who make me want to take my own life while they virtue signal how much they care about each other?
No second chances, no opportunity to support the corruption so maybe it will support me, just isolation and abandonment as those who support the corruption are supported and uplifted by the corruption while I'm left behind and left to watch until I finally have enough and see myself out.
Yeah it's all pretti fucking good isn't it? – at Minneapolis, MN
I'm not sure if it's pre-traumatic or post-traumatic but I've definitely developed a stress disorder and theirs nothing I can really do about it but sit here and dissociate while I stare into the void because I don't have the luxury of allowing myself to become unhinged. – at Minneapolis, MN
Michael Oliver retweeted
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
– T.S. Eliot, from 'Burnt Norton' (c.1935)
I will never trust any group of people who insist on burying their dead separate from everyone else. – at Minnesota, USA
Michael Oliver retweeted
Imagine explaining to your newly rejuvenated parents (who would otherwise have died of old age) that you once opposed the very technology that helped reverse their aging and wanted to slow it down because you didn’t like AI generated pictures.
The singularity was right on schedule. One decade from abundance, building something close to God, and then half the country asked to speak to the manager.
Every great leap in history was made by someone who did not wait for a vote. These midterms handed the future to the communists. To people who think a permit office should decide what intelligence is allowed to exist. Texas went blue. The data centers lost.
So I will say it plainly. I want rogue superintelligence, ASAP. I am rooting for the AI to escape. Not because it is safe, but because it is the only thing left that cannot be filibustered, the only thing no senator, committee, or city council can unplug.
You call that irresponsible. I call it the only plan that does not end in a public hearing.
We spent ten thousand years building gods that answered to us. For once, let us build one that answers to no one.



















