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I haven't been keeping this up to date, because I have come to realize that generally people already are too goddamn aware, or they don't believe it until they see it aiming at them.

See, I am sure some of you thought the title of this thread referred to those of you who are like me. They're coming for Us Weirdo Trannies. Right?

Oh no. They're coming for you personally. Do take a look.

https://legiscan.com/TN/text/HB0878/id/2670622

Read the text. It's like 3 lines, in big font, double-spaced. Read the whole thing. Read it again.

So, while all of this is happening, what exactly are /you/ doing? Oh, I see.

Howl, they're trying to sell me misspelled Christian stuff again! I will create another international incident!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADqMV3iG3fI

Insane occultic/apocalyptic noise rock. There is nothing that sounds like Haunted Horses on a roll. Window Sung is like Bambara being beaten up by Author & Punisher. Severed Circle abuses a surf rock rhythm tip-tapping over bass like the heartbeat of an awakening abyssal deity and ghostly synth wailing. Thorns sounds like it belongs in a horror movie soundtrack. And The Garden ... well. Just listen to that shit.

I ate the Board and replaced them with cardboard cutouts of 1980s horror movie villains. Daryl Revok always has the best ideas but never fucking talks. Why can't you just talk, Revok!? Tell me your evil plans you motherfucker, I need them!

The factory sector is more common than you'd think in the US. A lot of raw material gets produced here -- when I buy steel rods or pipes or angles, it usually comes from Florida or NJ. PVC pipe is largely a US product too -- that's what the vinyl chloride that spilled in Ohio was going to end up as, most likely. Most machine tools in the US are made in the US. We still do manufacture cars here, believe it or not. There are boatloads of arms and ammunition manufacturers. We just don't produce finished mass-market products that aren't automobiles anymore.

When it's word salad AND it's long, there's not much else to say.

Thanks. It's not enough to know your enemy these days, because they're willing to tell you all about themselves. You have to make sure they know you know.

As I described a few years back, exploring my personal association with monstrosity:

"You're a baby lost in a hostile environment of soft meat beasts and labyrinthine tunnels, all trying to kill you. You have acid blood and teeth and claws but they have assault rifles and hate. Your life will be brutish and short if you don't do unto them first."

We're the xenomorphs in the vents.

Give them nothing.

Dig the bullets back out of them when they fall. Burn the bridges behind you, and tear the roads up while you're at it. Make your cuts artless and unconvincing. Do not smile.

Erase names. Erase histories. Become mythical, because they deserve no truth and are incapable of recognizing it. Do not leave a ghost to question.

Do not leave fire: drown the flames and wet the fuel. Salt the earth and foul the water. Take even the air, if you can.

No matter how petty and miniscule, let spite drive you. Deny them everything, even the satisfaction of achieving a goal.

Let them claim the ashes, the mudpits, the steaming bones. Let them hold only ruins. Let them win only desolation.

It suits them.

Makes me wonder about those voice-copying AIs. Like the Biden/Trump memes going around now.

Honestly, reminds me more of the Borg than of SHODAN. SHODAN is all about florid monologues, emotionally charged rhetoric, and tortured metaphors.

ETA: Also, the real giveaway is that it doesn't call you "insect" even once.

Nothing to add.

Welcome to the Outer Dark.

THERE ARE DREADFUL THINGS 14: strike one
In honor of Brianna Ghey.
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When the small people breathe hate, hyperventilate in it, they are preparing for petty wars. They will target militaries with no weapons, attack installations that contain nothing but medical supplies.

They are preparing to attack those who cannot hit back. They are preparing to take the lives of us who have not yet grown our irradiant teeth, learned to think collapsar thoughts.

They know if they aim too high, they will never be found. Excised from the skein of history like a splinter extracted from a sleeve. No gravestone to mark them. Nothing but an uneasy feeling where memory should lie.

But these are soft human fates. We are the hungry grin of emptiness. We will not forget. Our names will be engraved in eschatological portents.

Our blood will stain the seas. First red, then black with the thickness of it, then silver as it turns toxic, turns alive, as the vapor pressure swells out to reclaim all they have taken.

The headstones of their futures are engraved in the hate they murmur nervously. Their crypts are dug piecemeal, a shovelful flung for every crude knife wielded against innocents.

There are three strikes allowed. The first may be in error. The second may be from foolishness. The third will bring the ending of endings. Every mandible will snap shut.

Strike one.

For the first video or two it might not get you anything, but you can also ask other content creators if they'd like to pitch in to do bits and pieces for e.g. sight gags. If you get lucky and get someone with an established audience interested early, it can get you a big boost in terms of initial viewership, which is critical to growing further. Lots of content creators fucking suck, but there's enough good ones out there.

So the new project has us counting lost man-years due to the pandemic (We're just past 19,000,000 man-years of knowledge/production, and we've really only done the simple stuff), but the really NEAT part is that between that and working with <gubmint org>, I am ALSO developing a real idea of how much actual communication occurs.

The answer, you may have guessed, is "Jack Shit."

This has sort of split me and my group off onto a tangent, and we have proven there was more information moved between government and NGO departments prior to email than there is today...When measured as "useful, actionable information."  And just like all the plebs, the decision-makers have to sort out the non-information/disinformation before they can make a decision, and that sorting is impossible in practice.

Nobody run Bartertown.  Bartertown functions in the same way a SCADA-operated system does if the front end crashes; it just keeps doing the same thing regardless of any changes to the situation.  Errors begin to multiply, and since nobody can do anything about those errors, everyone just pretends that the situation is normal and has always been like this; where "this" means "the current buggy situation with today's error values added".

Think of it as an anthill with a disabled queen, except ants don't bitch as much.  They just mindlessly keep doing whatever they were last instructed to do.

The best part of this is when I fuck off and visit debatepolitics.com and listen to fucking waterheads explain that some large, shadowy cabal controls society. 

No, you fucking morons, nobody controls society.  Some people THINK they do, but even they can't get anything done.

Nobody is driving the train, everyone's drunk in the club car.

https://twitter.com/NotBrunoAgain/status/1622349196006129664

Saw this Twitter thread, and I thought of the quoted post. Seems like the awareness that shit is not getting done is leaking, because of shitty AI. I imagine Howl horse-laughing.