The Opinion Machine???

Wherein I argue that “You Have Cooties So I Can’t Talk To You” might be a decent policy for a 3rd grader in a lower middle class school, but it’s a terrible policy for the leader of the world’s forem…

Wherein I give a bunch of reasons why bad tattoos are beautiful.

That’s all.

No refunds.

Wherein I compare Fake Bay Area charities with the one started by my mother as cover for abandoning her children who maybe possibly abandoned her too, if that is even a thing.

Real love and charity ar…

Wherein I share my experience in regards to online popularity algorithms & how mine mostly align with meatworld.

Aka, conformity pressure isn’t limited to online communication.

Ultimately, the only wa…

Wherein I ponder the whole concept of jobs, which are good, which are bad, which should be done by robots and which should be done by humans with robots.

Ultimately we land in the realm of sex worker…

Wherein I compare the barbaric act of pretending to transfer one’s sins onto a chicken in order to kill it & be absolved of said sins with the age old leftist tradition of confession by projection & …

Wherein I unnecessarily publicly respond to a misrepresentation of my views and the nature of my relationship & communication with a former colleague of mine because he has cowardly chosen to not all…

Wherein I describe the eye opening experience of watching the new Devo documentary on Netflix in which I realize that they admittedly subversively brainwashed me to deny the beauty of existence, turn…

Wherein I proclaim that AI is dead, it always has been, and always will be, much like a hammer, a wrench, or your attempts to claim otherwise.

Those who try to claim it is anything other than a tool t…

Wherein I argue that rather than encouraging and rewarding innovation, copyright punishes & robs growth & innovation from inventors & creators while handing over great power to mob-like protection ra…

Wherein I ponder the ugliness of the concept of owning nothing while also weighing the pleasure and freedom of not having possessions but rather edifying experiences.

Sure, you own a gas powered car, …

Wherein I wonder why Black Pilling Pessimists have such high horses while reminding myself that Hawks & Doves both have value, no matter how mean hawks seem.

I accidentally make an analogy of criticis…

Wherein I describe my experience in a private Signal chat group and what it taught me about Russia, Ukraine, Jewish supervision, The Woke Right & inciting brother wars in order to exterminate as many…

Wherein I explain how watching body cam/ interrogations of deranged and murderous criminals cause me to ponder the fine line of being grateful for who you are and what you have & the condescending si…

Wherein I argue that being a moderate, centrist, populist, or whatever, is rarely, if ever, the result of true independent thinking, but rather a product of cowardly capitulation to pretty much every…

Wherein I describe the ups and downs of my efforts to eliminate excuses people make for not living how they profess to “want” to live only to discover that people guard their excuses as if they were …

Wherein I double and triple down on the notion that prompting is fundamental to art, be it collaborative or personal, being able to accurately convey to others your vision that ends in an accurate po…

Wherein I explain that in the miraculous world that is only getting more miraculous by the day, the only real gatekeeper is you.

This is either good or bad depending on how shitty or wonderful you are…

Wherein I proclaim that I am a bad person who is too selfish to not feel an almost cruel contempt for people who refuse or simply don’t know how to be honest & real.

Accordingly, I pick on a runty loo…

Wherein I argue that, while it is important for the public to assert themselves as the boss of public servants, it is also important to not be a terrible boss.

Also a good idea to give people the resp…