The top issue of the Day is not AI, because AI week starts tomorrow, because Monday is a meme holiday. All weekly events, as we are now doing theme-based weekly events, will begin on Tuesday.
Weekly events, however, do not mean that every article of the week will be on these events. The filler will remain similar. But the main feature pieces will fit the theme.
However, today, the most important issue is the boomer who shot those faggots in the road.
I wrote about this, and turned it into a thing about the behavior of boomers abroad. The article was really good. However, there are some other angles.
First, though the protesters were “environmental,” they don’t actually appear to have been global warmers as was originally reported. Supposedly, they were protesting some mining thing. It’s possible that was a reasonable request. However, they were definitely using the tactics of the global warmers. In my view, it doesn’t matter how reasonable your request might be, you don’t have a right to block a road.
Aside from it simply being intolerable to treat the people this way, to make your problem their problem when they in fact have nothing to do with it, this behavior does and will kill people. Ambulances have been unable to get to injured people and people have died. So they are not non-violent, and if there is no other way to get them out of the road, I don’t see a problem with simply shooting them.
Honestly, I think they should all be shot. I’m so sick of it. I’m sick of the attacks on works of art, the subway terrorism, all of it.
I have less than zero sympathy for global warmers in total, because global warming is literally fake, basically as “scientific” as trannies, and it just makes me sick that the goyim are such mindless cattle that they will believe something like this. But if there is some corrupt mining thing in the third world run by international cartels that are bribing the local government, I probably would be sympathetic, but the blocking of the road ends my sympathy.
However, I don’t think anyone is actually mad enough about this to start executing people in the street. I assume there was other stuff going on there, which I speculated about in my piece.
However, pulling out a gun and executing these people in the street in a calm and collected manner is fundamentally hilarious. Going to someone else’s country to do it makes it signficantly funnier. So, I’m not against the memes. I like the memes and despite mitigating factors regarding potentially valid complaints of the protesters or the general boomerism, I basically agree with lionizing him as a man who just can’t take it anymore.
The memes are good. The images of the guy walking down the street, and his face with the shell casing caught by the camera is just fantastic optics.
This is to say: there is a difference between the imagery and the details of the thing. The imagery is powerful and meaningful, regardless of any other factors. I was always going to make these comments after doing my bit on boomers in the third world. I meant to write an article, but since it’s a question of memes, I thought this intro is as good a place as any.
I could have written about AI here, since AI week dawns tomorrow. But the AI revolution has already begun.
Today is the day: AI art is now eligible for Pick of the week.
I am completely objective in claiming to have made the single best piece of AI art this week. The runner-up was made by some other genius.
Here’s the Editor’s Pick of the Week:
And the Runner-Up:
And….
The primo collection!
GAME PLAN
Today will most likely be filler trash like most Mondays, because these memes take F O R E V E R, and because I’m working on AI stuff.
AI week shall commence tomorrow, totally, and you will not be able to even begin to comprehend the revelations. Actually, it’s not gonna get too weird, unless I eat this quarter ounce of mushrooms I picked up. I told the dealer I had a brain tumor and he just looked at me, jaw gaping, and finally said: “brehhhhh. You’re in for hella shit.” I slapped him for using the word “hella,” and he looked at me shocked, and I said “my bad, I have a brain tumor,” and he was like “ah, right brah, no probs. Hella.”
Then I stole his watch he left laying on his kitchen table and left.
