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Little Women, 1994 (dir. Gillian Armstrong)
Countryside in Anhui province, China. (photos by 奶茶他爸.shawn, 白洋-Aries, 三山, 仲卿, 与石结缘, Annie小暖卢女士)
poem by mosab abu toha pasted to ironwoodfarmny’s truck traveling from Ghent, NY
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Ma secondo voi, se in Italia, domani mattina, spuntasse un nuovo leader politico che avesse come unico punto di programma la legalizzazione della caccia all'immigrato, non lo prenderebbe un 5%?
Sicuro al mille per cento.
Se non spunta è solo perché esiste (ancora) una fottuta Costituzione che glielo impedirebbe.
Tenendo conto di come va in Israele dove i coloni possono cacciare la gente che era li prima di loro, nulla è scontato.
C'era una volta una Nazione antifascista
Medaglie su medaglie...
Senza vergogna la Matone così come tutti i caporioni leghisti, dal menestrello che ha lanciato wannacci che poi l'ha fregato, a zaia che fonderà una sua lega del cazzo o del tanko di san marco, a giorgietti, quello "bravo" che ha coperto le MAGAgne della matrigna bugiarda e fascista.
La Matone è la classica "terrona" verde, una zia Tom in salsa salviniana, senza vergogna ma col portafogli pieno, infatti non dice solo "se non servo vado a casa" ma è pronta a cambiare casacca per mantenere la grana.
La contraccezione ha fallito.
Sono stati allevati così. Questa è una cosa da tener presente, ma come direbbe tajani, fino a un certo punto.
Fino al punto in cui perchè sono dei minchioni, si sono trasformati anche in egregi stronzi e non solo rovinano la vita a te ma anche a un sacco di altra gente che stronza non è.
The piggies eventually get sick of slop
Another banger column from Ryan Broderick at Garbage Day. Paywalled, but this excerpt is worth reading on its own:
Thousands of Starbucks locations in South Korea are closing next week so staff can attend “social sensitivity” training after the company decided to use an AI tool to craft their new “Tank Day” campaign. They named their new reusable tumbler the “tank” and decided to launch it on May 18th, which just so happened to be the anniversary of the Gwangju Uprising, a 1980 massacre where Korean soldiers killed hundreds of students who were protesting the country’s military dictatorship. Not totally clear why Starbucks baristas need the historical training. Seems like this was a big whoopsie localized entirely within the company’s leadership.
This is just one of the many big whoopsies playing out across the world right now as we continue to suffer from a global crisis of taste. Whether it’s institutions relying on AI to do their thinking for them, the algorithmic spread of lowest-common denominator gutter culture, or the more recent rise of “Chudtech,” the amorphous blob of gambling and streaming apps that gamify — and goonerfy — real life, the entire world has just suddenly decided they don’t care about anything anymore. I watched a shirtless guy ride a mechanical bull on the White House lawn this past weekend.
To their credit, Silicon Valley was early in realizing this was going to be a problem. In the same way, I imagine, a drug dealer realizes they need to buy test strips after fentanyl enters the supply chain. For the last year, different venture capitalists and developers have been repeating the same phrase over and over again: “Taste is the moat.” None of them seemingly aware that processing culture through the economic concept of a “moat” basically proves they’ve already lost the battle.
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AI digital sovereignty risk doesn’t exist
I’m on tour with my new book, The Reverse Centaur’s Guide to Life After AI. Catch me in LA TOMORROW (Jun 19) at Skylight Books, and on SUNDAY (Jun 21) at Kepler’s in Menlo Park. After that, it’s Toronto, NYC, Philly and Chicago.
Back at the height of the blockchain bubble, I made a hobby of pointing out that crypto weirdos were palming a card. I used this formulation:
if: problem + blockchain = problem – blockchain then: blockchain = 0
https://pluralistic.net/2022/01/30/the-inevitability-of-trusted-third-parties/
If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this thread to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2026/06/18/their-trillions-our-billions/#eyes-on-the-prize
You see, blockchain weirdos kept insisting that they could solve problems related to trust and institutional design with "smart contracts." Rather than having to trust a board of directors to steer an organization, you could just have a self-executing institution, the "distributed autonomous organization" or DAO.
So for example, if you want to buy a copy of the US Constitution at a Sotheby's auction, you could set up a DAO to raise and pool the funds, eliminating the need to find trustworthy people to receive, hold and deploy these funds:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ConstitutionDAO
However – and here's where the palmed card comes in – the DAO can't go to Sotheby's and place a bid on the Constitution. Instead, the members of the DAO have to elect a guy to receive all that cash, walk into Sotheby's, get one of those little ping-pong paddles last seen at the State of the Union in Chuck Schumer's withered claw (emblazoned with the brave slogan "You're hurting my fee-fees") and raise the paddle during the bidding.
That guy doesn't have to go to Sotheby's. That guy can simply walk away with all the money. Members of the DAO are trusting this guy with their entire collective treasury. Indeed, since the DAO has no corresponding legal entity, it might even be that members of the DAO can't sue this guy if he steals all their money – and even worse, without a limited liability structure, it might mean that everyone in the DAO can be sued for anything bad this guy does with the money.
Which raises the question: what's the point of building this insanely complex hairball of blockchain-based smart contracts to raise and hold the money if you're just going to hand it to this guy and trust him without limit? Why not just have that guy set up a Zelle account and a Whatsapp group? In other words: the problem that the DAO is trying to solve is the difficulty of trusting people with the keys to the kingdom, but no matter how much blockchain you sprinkle on this DAO, it ends with this one guy walking around with all your money, which he can steal with impunity if he so chooses.
Or, put more succinctly:
if: problem + blockchain = problem – blockchain then: blockchain = 0
Natalino Balasso
Affrontare l’economia premiando gli evasori, affrontare la caccia premiando i bracconieri, affrontare la cultura premiando gli ignoranti. Parlare di merito dopo aver sistemato i parenti incompetenti, parlare di pacificazione odiando metà della nazione.
E per il resto dare sempre la colpa agli altri. Due puttanate sull’identità nazionale e tanta, tanta fuffa.
Fare i nazionalisti è una vera pacchia.
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NdDR: È una doppia pacchia per il nazionalista patriota che comanda, potendo contare su un branco di elettori/tifosi che li sosterranno sempre, anche di fronte all'evidenza.