Slow cooker is fren

Inside my phone case. Only makes sense to keep it with the phone.

But that’s all you’ve got. Is a thought. There’s no ingenuity or creativity behind it. It’s soulless. Like a stoner friend who has a great idea for a book but never writes that book.

Because we are better than you.

Roger-Roger

Clippy was useful. GPT has industrialized the production of morons.

A stupider, more destructive Matrix.

There’s an HFY story where the guy in the slow ship became a tourist attraction for the advanced humans that beat him to his destination.

His bank account had grown to billions and they offered him billions more to keep it going.

My dad used to cook it when I was a kid. Tastes like butterbeans.

The American DayDream.

Well too bad.

You are. Definitively. The Sole OneDrive Fan.

We are excited dust that formed by accident on a mud ball hurdling through space at 67,000mph in a minor spiral arm of our galaxy.

Nothing matters. So go for it.

My 9th grade 2nd period experience.

I want them to win. And they will. Short of global nuclear war they can’t lose. Venture capital can’t even dream of competing with central planning. Not even a question.

It’s not really trust. It’s more like hate. I hate this country. I hate what it’s turned into. I hate the oligarchy. I hate the captured politicians. I hate that the supposed opposition to actual fascists is a bunch of whinging cunts who’s primary concerns are about rules and norms. I hate that we are everything our propaganda told us about the rest of the world. I hate that our entire economic system is just a jenga stack of pyramid schemes.

We are a failed state. And if what I type on my phone helps our geopolitical “adversaries” get even 1 human hairs worth of advantage on this shithole then I’ll give it gladly.

Cool. I’d rather China have it than some American megacorp.

I trust China more.