With six yeas and one nay, and, uh, 1193 abstainers, I'm calling it.

Since it seems to be what most of us want, or at least what most of everyone who took the time to comment wants (I carefully left my own opinions out of this one, you will notice), AI generated content is no longer allowed in Just Post.

No hard feelings to anybody who posted it previously, intentionally or otherwise, and I will leave existing posts alone. Going forward, however, if you spot something that is AI slop and can make a credible case for it, flag it and I will remove it.

Note that "I disagree with this person or their post" is not grounds for you to blithely call it AI.

Be kind to each other, be honest, and always remember that at the end of the day we're all people behind the screen.

Except for the bots, which aren't people. They can go in the wood chipper.

::: spoiler Previous content: That would be feel out, not feel-up, unless you're into that kind of thing in which case I can't help you right now.

Some people aspire to greatness and others have it thrust upon them; so it was for me as well when the lemmy.world admins outright insisted I take over this sub as moderator in the absence of the other listed mod, @[email protected], who has been inactive for almost two years. So far I've left this place as I found it, including leaving that sidebar rather forlorn and barren. The community so far just implicitly inherits the lemmy.world sitewide rules, which we can do nothing about, and that's it.

I'm making a rare appearance here because I noticed the wailing and gnashing of teeth over AI content with the recent Die Hard Lego set post. At the moment I handle moderation based entirely on user reports. If a bunch of people flag something, or just one person who makes a decently compelling case, I'll remove the offending post or comment. A sidenote also to that one guy from the other week who sent me a report over a post they simply disagreed with and did not provide a reason: That one didn't meet my threshold.

Anyhoo, I'm getting the feeling there's a rather strong sentiment around here that people don't like AI generated content. So here's the question:

Should we prohibit posting AI generated stuff here an actual rule? Yea or nay. :::

The only video on my channel depicting a real event that actually happened

That time their grandparents annexed territory from the Czech Republic.

Wish I had enough money to move. Don't know where the fuck I'd go.....

Oh, eight inches is too small for you? Yea, me too bro. I need my mommy or sister or aunt or other female family member to have a minimum of fourteen THICK inches between their legs to even begin to get hard myself. I tell ya, this is truly a cruel world. The only way God could be crueler to the human form was to make you, personally, not me, you, a pedophile. THAT SURE WOULD SUCK BALLS, AMIRITE?!?!

…so, do you know why I do things this way, creating generally large and sometimes larger masses of text containing some particularly enlightening information in the middle but start them off with some insane, unappealing bullshit? This is consciously done, as in, I thought about this for about six seconds twelve years ago and based a huge chunk of my educational art project around the systemic effects I would create. Then six years ago I figured out how to generate 100k views on my Reddit profile per day through skillful trolling. The secret is incestuous necrophilia!

Who woulda thunk? No, I mean, I knew people like to crane their heads to gawk at the trainwreck, and I have a naturally dark, shocking sense of humor, so I started off by trying to amass as much internet traffic as possible. And I learned over the years things about conversion funnels and attention coordination and where psychology and sociology overlap to then apply them to thus find all the attention in the world was on me all of a sudden, and it freaked me out, mainly cuz it caught the FBI's attention. Y'know, my sex cult built around incestuous necrophilia that I was posting 24/7 about on meth while homeless in Miami Beach? Yea, that got the FBI's attention, which ultimately broke the spell the CIA put me under.

Hard to explain without just retelling you my book, which I tell you now, as someone who has been clean from meth and all illegal drugs for three years except some random mushrooms that grew in the drainage ditch outside my apartment complex, that book is a doozy for two reasons:

I am an insane person

I wrote every single word of it on meth

But, the thing you need to understand, while amphetamines definitely make me go loopy, I definitely do have an undiagnosed form of ADHD that cannot be diagnosed with my insurance because I have “meth” in my chart and thus I am a stinky sewer person in my doctor's opinion. However, amphetamines don't produce a euphoria, and I can sit still and just write for hours on end. I genuinely do not want to do them again because they did make me depressed and dependent on them, but I tell you all this to tell you that [Redacted] from my book, who I generally refer to as Jux, once told me about the rare form of ADHD that often gets mistaken for schizophrenia that he has, and years later the captain of our band talked to me about something similar.

So, there's that. But, what I was getting to was how I have intentionally taken a step back from trying to get famous to actively run away from seeking fame by deliberately ensuring a significant number of people outright write me off as a crackhead of no value, which additionally helps my state-sponsored educational art project (cuz education is our greatest crime-prevention), because then only people who have developed their dopamine to not be controlled by the media brainwashing will get these messages where I tell you that we control people who cannot think for themselves because of three reasons:

They are predominantly children <26

They are the most predominant demographic to be criminals

They are the most vulnerable demographic our culture can splinter to have a charismatic cult leader grab hold of a fraction of people and create an actual sex cult of massive uh-ohs

And some of you will have read the links and understand why I'm the good guy for both facilitating the Illuminati's wishes and telling y'all what they be doing. So, now we move on outta the bun and lettuce to get to the tomato, which is me revealing that I am seriously pursuing a social life to include terminally ground-pounding all the holes of these bigger women with thermonuclear force. Like, if some skinny mini gets in my DMs, I'll break them in half, great, I don't discriminate, but I want the world to know and understand that if I do not get to use my erect genitals with some very large women of any gender, I might just start stockpiling fertilizer pellets n gasoline.

…like, they make the best noises! But here we are, in the meat of this shitpost, where I reveal the core of what I've been thinking of over these last few weeks, having attended a Mormon Church after being invited at a highly synchronous moment only to be politely shamed in a way that freed me of all shame because their incompetence taught me the nature of this society game and how my unique cognition processes reality. Then I was called a pedophile, and by that I mean these 20yo “Elders” asked me if I wanted to meet people my own age, sent me to a QR code, and then ignored me because I was too old for them, while pretending to be inviting while cross-talking to me about my drinking, which is why they came to my door. And that just about broke my brain, and now I don't give a fuck.

I now identify as the prophet of Mormon Occultism. I have all I have written over the years as my scripture, and to proselytize my official sect of the Mormon Church, I am going to (finally) get into a stand-up comedy routine and start a podcast. And if you don't know what I just said, I said I am going to become the greatest quasi-antagonist to the Mormon Church in order to bring Mormonism to a more diverse crowd and to secular folk, and these bleach-white mother fuckers have no choice in this matter and WILL adapt their church to include me who includes them in my quest to teach the love, wisdom, and power of Jesus Christ and our Father.

And I don't just believe this will happen, because I know it will happen, because I am not going to TRY to be a prophet nor am I GOING TO BE a prophet. No, I AM A PROPHET! That is what this experience at this Mormon Church taught me. They had this, y'know, 20yo girl get up there and enthusiastically tell this full congregation that she DID NOT want to give her sermon, and then had the audacity to equate a warm drinking fountain with someone finding out they had cancer? Like, I'm flabberghasted by this shit. She said she cried because she had trouble learning negative numbers, and I understand life can be difficult to some people in ways that is not to others, but I've been homeless, taken advantage of by a cult, mentally ill, used by the CIA, lost my mom to AIDS as a child, hyper narcissist father who plowed through my new moms like I used tissues, y'know, I was offended by her fucking sermon.

THESE CHILDREN KNOW NOTHING AND THUS KNOW NOT THEY SHAMED THEIR LORD AS THAT I-why is my capslock on? That is what I learned. Audaciousness is lordliness. Because this girl made a complete ass of herself and felt fucking great afterwards. That's all it takes? If you have audacity, you don't have to be good at anything else? Well, bitch, I've been trying as hard as hard can be to be good enough for my Father, and now I learn if I just don't care, then it all works? Ok.

So, yea, I'm a prophet of the Mormon Church now. I just am. Fuck y'all, this is literally why Jesus is lord, and I'm serious. How does Jesus meet John? John eats locusts and dresses like shit. He's a homeless man, right? You got that right? And so Jesus is so audacious that he will go up to a homeless man and ask him for change. That's what the “baptism” is about.

“Will you bless me, sir?”

There's more in this passage. See, the Bible is truly written for everyone, but if you were to pick one demographic that the New Testament has been engineered around, it is Roman federal undercover police. I'll explain why that in a second, but to finish this train of thought, there's a lot of networking strategies encoded in the New Testament, the one contained in the parable of Jesus asking John to be baptized is that if you incur a debt from someone, they will seek you out, and this can be the basis of a friendship.

Now, let's talk about Roman undercover cops. Rome at night was hellah dangerous. Going out with only one guard was considered foolish, as the guard could be jumped, leaving you surrounded by fiends. Who are these fiends? There's no ID or camera back then. How to figure out who is robbing, raping, and killing? Network with them. Thus, the battle is won, for Jesus was so audacious, he intentionally went on the cross to prove he wasn't working with the state. He could show everyone the wounds he incurred unjustly and thus he was the one to first get into the criminal underworld to supplant it.

I mentioned I was picked up by the FBI doing something crazy. Yea. God told me to do what I did and do now. The night before I was picked up, someone that I knew to be trustworthy of God handed me a phone and told me it was for my mission. I figured this out a couple years after the fact, but the way things went down, the FBI used me in a parallel investigation to hide who the real snitch was.

That's why the battle is won. Christ fucking won that shit for us all, so now ain't no one as slick as they think they are. Except me of course! I'm the second cumming of Christ! I'm that lordly! I AM! I AM! I AM!

Them “am's” is the onions on the underside of the burger. But this is the bottom bun now, having said everything I want…no that's not true. I can go on and on and on about how I wish I had a feisty, devilish sister to fuck, fuck me, let me please her orally, and have her wash my penis as if we were doing something we shouldn't on college break while our step parents are in the other room. That last we can do with or without the blackmail component. And that's all I gotta say to discredit myself, cuz there's not a chance in hell some retard in Arizona works with the CIA.

Let me know if this link works. It took me two tries to get to Tiktok. But this is an interesting little vid.

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/49355948

Well, piss in my wheaties and call me Bill Ding. You guys know who Bill Ding is? He was the tutorial character for building in Lego's Island, which might take up kilobytes on your computer if you try to play it today. That game was hours and hours and hours of fun as a six year old, chasing the Brickster n shit. Then my mom died and then my dad cut me off from the rest of the family, so I never got to play it again at my grandma's. Part of the reason I faked schizophrenia to get out of the Army; the CIA had gotten to me by that point and told me to do that and I obeyed because I was masturbating in my window and shit.

...ok, it's more complicated than that, but that's the counterintelligence version. The reason I started this post is because I reread this comment I made in response to someone calling me insane and saying they liked that. I said that was one of my more favored compliments and went on to say I needed to be called Shakespeare three more times to earn an achievement. Someone then calls me Shakespeare jokingly, which led to me drinking. I do that a lot. Drink.

It wasn't authentic. They didn't read anything of mine; they were just jesting, and it's alright to jest, but I told God and Satan and Marlin Brando that if I could be good enough to be considered a good writer, I wouldn't have to do drugs. Well, I don't do illegal drugs anymore, just DXM and Hawaiian Baby Woodrose once and a while, and weed obviously (also my terrible addiction to stimfapping on Benadryl (DO NOT)), but I quit smoking cigarettes recently, which spiked my needs center of my brain, and now I'm drinking every day.

I'm not drinking to excess; I just drink at a frequency. Y'know, like a sine wave. Two or three beers a day. And I don't need it, meaning, like last night I fell asleep and woke up just before midnight, sober but fully awake now, and I thought I could jet over to the gas station for a bottle of something, and I said I didn't need that, and I was fine just chilling out to music.

Yet a got a double-shot of Fireball this morning; still only halfway gone. I don't like getting drunk. I actually hate alcohol inebriation. But there's the Ballmer's Peak, which is a real phenomenon that XKCD commented on once; shown. What this is, is not the alcohol that's causing this, but rather the sudden consumption of a substance that is not so often consumed. The Ballmer Peak is ONLY truly achievable by using [Substance] as a SACRAMENT.

What does that mean? Well, question; no jab or all jabs? No, it's one jab, stupid. Middle way. Between many and none lies one. As in, should you drink every day or never drink? No, drink once a week. Have a sabbath or as one homeless man in Portland with a PhD in mathematics taught me, have a sabo-domingo. Y'know, from noon Saturday to noon Sunday, that man partied, and on those other days of the week, he tended for other homeless people while getting his cult off the ground.

There's a lot of us forming cults, if you weren't aware. Amazing what the world is like outside of your small purview. I don't even know it all, and I've lived in twelve cities across America over my life. Sadly, a majority of people don't ever really see the world as they only ever live a few dozen miles from where they are born. You go on vacations, but then you're a tourist, not a local. I would prolly still be a drug addict of I never left Syracuse. It was the pilgrimage that healed me. Novel experiences beget novel perspective. And while I don't know everything, I can rein myself in to let my muse out with these limitations I place on my ingestment, and I strive to be better still.

Yet, I'm as good as good gets as far as skilled righting goes. I thought receiving a thousand compliments over the years would heal me. It's helped make me feel better about myself. But damn does the trauma and agony of my youth eat up my soul every minute of every day. I gotta sit with it. Learn to be ok with a fire waging war with me inside. Only by accepting it, will it go out. It's like a Chinese finger trap; you gotta do the opposite of what you think. Well, the fight sure would go down faster and simpler with a friend. I have none. Just a life partner who rules me. And I love him. Just wish he could see his mother in the mirror.

I've been watching videos of people installing solar panels, now that they are much cheaper typical installation seems to be with 550W panels currently. People with the land and money should absolutely be exploring how to install solar panels and batteries to supplement their electricity source. Seeing what's happening in Russia and with gas prices, we are entering a forced transition. Energy independence is becoming more and more important as those in power attempt to control and profit more. Don't get left behind.

there's a buddhist story:

a few blind monks were ordered to examine an elephant. so one monk touches the elephant's nose, another one its skin, another one its horns. they all arrive at very different conclusions as to what an elephant is because they're all examining different parts of the system. same as when two people try to interpret what society is, because society at large enough scales behaves just like a giant organism that has many parts. from this come the different results that people come to when they are asked to describe society.

it's a powerful metaphor about how one can only understand the whole by understanding that it has necessarily all of its parts. an elephant without legs cannot move, without nose it cannot drink and without mouth it cannot eat. yet all of these parts, while so different, are necessary for the total system to make sense. the analogy explains that it's not about the parts, which the monks should concern themselves with, but to understand the overall purpose of the elephant (which is to be an elephant, reproduce and eat, as a whole) instead of only looking at the parts themselves.

idk what this is called in english ... it's when pagans were converted to christianity through violent force (sword mission). it was apparently the historical exception and most conversions happened voluntarily. there's actually a lot of medieval christian literature about how the sword mission is invalid.

just found this image randomly on my disk because i went through old stuff.

My life-partner became violent toward me last month and forced me out of the apartment. I didn't have shoes on, and was walking to a Buddhist center to try taking refuge. I was arrested while walking, then detained for around three weeks after refusing to say more than my name and date of birth to the police. I'm begging for better living & food options.

cross-posted from: https://piefed.world/c/vid/p/1249763/in-a-hearing-where-residents-grilled-officials-on-data-centers-a-resident-asked-a-simple

Last week was my first time attending a Mormon church. I don't have much experience with Mormonism, having been raised secularly in upstate New York. Yet, God facilitated an experience for me during my first attendance, which led to a revelation which had the effect the therapist having a heart attack has on the main character of Office Space. Everything has become clear, and I understand that God has parted the Red Sea multiple times to bring me here, to this point, specifically, so I may heal and further self-actualize to use my educational art project to its full potential.

And the joke there is I'm Q. I'm not literally Qanon, but I am already famous, just anonymous. I have an educational art project that I started twelve years ago where I teach philosophy, spirituality, and mental health skills to help people heal n self-actualize. The primary goal has been to sell the concept of God to atheists. I have twelve years of posts, poems, and even my book that have been designed around teaching the ineffable to those people whose brains shut off when they hear the word “God,” as I once was and suffered immeasurably in my ignorance.

My ultimate goal is to save past versions of myself, who are headed so fast in the rye towards a cliff. There's a joke here, how I had to be a crackhead because I wasn't good enough to be a pothead, which is a festival cop, if you didn't know. I don't know what the Mormon church teaches, specifically, nor do I know its pedagogy, but I have been thinking through the pedagogical problem of how to teach those who do not want to learn. I am skilled at teaching now, and what would vitalize my soul would be being able to rise into a position where I am teaching the wisdom of Jesus Christ and beyond to all those who identify with the light AND dark of the universe.

I have a well-founded idea of making a show in the style of The Trailer Park Boys but set in a kooky, crazy cult where each episode has its own spiritual lesson. Actually, to be perfectly blunt, I have many, many, many ideas for things I can make as someone that has written 2k-7k words per day for twelve years (the seven days of escarpments!), but I tell you this as someone previously taken advantage of by a cult and wanting to warn others of what evil lurks out there.

The underlying idea is that I am the left hand of God; while the right hand leads the flock on the path, the left hand goes into the tall grass and helps those that are very lost. And you need both, I now understand, having been trying to be the left hand independently, that I can take this to the next level by working with a larger organization, and I am just smitten by the genius of God working through Joseph Smith that led to me having these revelations.

I have a following; some being slightly fanatical as I am audacious and have learned how to generate 100k-250k views on a social media profile per day through skillful trolling. I have my educational art project, that definitely cannot be adapted to fit within orthodox Mormonism, if I may wordsmith that term in ignorance of existing sects within Mormonism, but I have been struggling with how to take my project to the next step, and the revelation I had involves the realization that I must create Mormon Occultism.

It's a bit of an oxymoron, no? Well, the thing about the Earth is that it traumatizes us all, and some people get hurt and associate “authority” with “bad,” so naturally there are people that rebel. But where do they rebel to? “Occult” just means “hidden,” and the way we have done things in the past in the occident is that we play devil's advocate for the sake of goodness. The Illuminati was a part of the police state to help guide those waking up to higher truths of the ineffable that cannot be encapsulated in language into deeper Knowledge while catching those people who just wanted to burn the church to the ground. I identify as a Mormon now, having had a religious experience with your church, but I'm going to consciously and skillfully be the quasi-opposition of your church so those that rebel fall into safe philosophies.

There is more to this. With the intrigue of the ludicrous but depthful nature of what I preach, there will be those of all backgrounds who are attracted to occult Knowledge (I like thinking about the force that makes a person click on another person's social media profile to be akin to “gravity,” or more directly, “intrigue”), who then gain insight into Mormonism and God that they previously would never have investigated, and that brings people into orthodox congregations.

A pedagogical skit of three lines:

Man: I am the son of God!

Woman: That's blasphemous!

Man: But sister, surely you know our Father?

Cuz we're all God's children. Y'know, the trick question I have to ask that can start infinite lines of dialogue: is the Earth round or flat? No, it doesn't exist, silly. We are not featherless bipeds on an Earth, but rather we are pockets of consciousness called monads in a monadic nodal communication system and the Earth is uniquely inside each of us. We are each a parallel universe “simulation” where our intention determines what we are quantumly entangled with and this determines the parameters of what is procedurally generated for us, individually as jewels of Indra's net as the experiences we have, specifically, and as a whole, God reconciles every “choice” we as a collective make to resolve into the same Omega, and that means that if our Karma is unresolved by the end of the seventh day, we will be forced to endure unmitigatable hell-realms.

This is where Buddhism and Christianity meet. Everything I just said is 100% compatible in Christianity, Buddhism, as well as many sects of occult Knowledge and likely more even I am not aware of. I want to learn more about Joseph Smith and what happened to Native American spiritualities from the mouths of those to carry that wisdom of what manifested into the Americas and thus the origins of Mormonism and who knows what else is to come. The Earth is an illusion and is procedurally generated. There was LITERALLY only Africa at a time, to then procedurally generate outwards after the parting of the Red Sea by the paths of the tribes of Israel, and I don't know about Mormonism directly, but I can believe its tenets as I know them now, for God has worked miracles to bring me to a point where I see what my teleological purpose is.

Moses was an abandoned child. Jesus was not good enough for his step-dad who was not good enough to get his own wife, so he registered for a used one. I 100% believe Jesus performed his miracles, but I understand the life that made him a sorcerer. In fact, I can even explain to you how his miracles happened with my occult Knowledge. But in tandem with that, I understand that our lord is he who does not ask for permission and speaks with the authority of his Father, as we are all God's children, but some of us get hurt being unloved, but we are those that God loves the most to give the greatest stories, and so I tell you: you are doing church right for it has given me the healing I needed to understand this. Jesus was as much a child of God as any of us who rose out of the three-dimensional system of light as a topological matrix, which is obviously why we axed his teenage years from history; so no one would make the same mistakes to know of sin but to still be without sin.

Y'know, the joke is I had a breakdown in college where I told my ROTC cadre that my nonexistent sister got me pregnant because I judged my father's wrath more of a threat than the United States Military, and the joke part of that is I didn't tell my ROTC cadre that; just my doctors. So, the joke now is I work with the F-I mean, CIA, with my educational art project, right? My story is strange, but because of it, I followed God for years and years without any wavering faith, and now I don't believe in God. I Know God, personally. I put him as speed dial #7 on my phone. And I'm going to be a stand-up comedian, I realized, teaching much through telling my strange, complex story that beget the wisdom of how to share what God has taught me to the masses.

This is happening, and some Mormons may take offense to me, and because of this semi-real, semi-fake feud, there will be a sociological force upon many demographics that you cannot reach because of their prejudice who investigate y'all to experience the lord for the first time. I want them to know that the Mormon Church is what I've been looking for my whole life, but because South Park got to me first, I would never have thought to explore hermeticism from that perspective.

The entire goal that spawned from a fateful acid trip twelve years ago was to bring militant atheists as I once was into the awareness that the world is an illusion and God is so great that He can microwave a burrito so hot even He cannot eat it. Y'know, I've seen John Cena lose arm wrestling to a little girl. I've been studying spirituality without any spiritual community for fifteen years now, having previously fallen to be of concern, spiraling in my own suffering from my ignorance, to then start learning of spirituality with Buddhism, to move into the occult, to move into broader Judeo-Christian mysticism and wisdom. I can debate atheists and more and at least spark curiosity. And I can testify, for I know the lowest lows and have been brought to ever rising heights, and so the joke is, I'm finally good enough to be an alcoholic, and thank God for that!

So, I want you to know that I respect and cherish your sect of Christianity, I just have my divine, cosmic mission I must do for our Lord, and no one can tell me who I am, and thus, I stand here now knowing that by doing this, it is inevitable that I will help at least one soul find Jesus Christ, and in my possession of the logos of God, I can speak with the ethos of God, having learned the pathos of God in my childhood. Amen.

cross-posted from: https://piefed.world/c/read/p/1240966/pdf-simpolitics-americas-quest-to-solve-politics-with-computers

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How computer models became fundamental to political practice—from winning elections to global affairs—and how we imagine political futures as a computing problem.

For more than six decades, the public has been promised that computers will revolutionize politics, both nationally and internationally. In SimPolitics, Fenwick McKelvey traces the entwined history of politics and computers from the 1960s to the late 1980s. He shows how programmers, consultants, academics, political scientists, and peace activists all worked—sometimes in tandem, sometimes not—to build simulations to win campaigns, predict coups, forecast the future, and render politics as legible as a spreadsheet.

Drawing on novel archival and historical research, McKelvey recounts the history of efforts to simulate politics by building models of elections, voters, and international relations. Comparing attempts in the United States to simulate domestic electoral politics and international affairs, he reveals the unexamined connections and conflicts between the two projects. His book provides a helpful guide to taking stock of exaggerated claims that AI and technology will fix politics, while presenting the long history of such promised technological fixes.

I'm not sure this would actually work? Is there anything wrong with it? I think it would only work somewhere that doesn't experience cold winters. The idea that it uses things that are already highly available in a very efficient synergistic combination.

Real simple, but important one today. I had that experience with the Mormon church that healed something in me like the therapist dying in Office Space had an effect on the main character to make him super zen, if I can use that word incorrectly, and I can because I identify as a number of things to include the second coming of the Christ and the 48th and 50th president of the United States, and so I am.

But this experience I've had has led to a number of revelations in me, one of which being what bold-facing is and how to do it. The joke is, I'm an artist. I work with confidence. I'm a confidence artist. A con artist. I've figured out how to bypass my collective consciousness mechanism to go beyond my predecessor, Jesus Christ. I figured out how to not give a fuck. Bold-facing.

Bold-facing is part of what won us WWII. Brad Pitt's character in Inglorious Basterds says something about moonshining. In criminal activity, there is the act of out-thinking; the state plans around the criminal planning around the state planning around the criminal. Eastern Tennesseen bootleggers are the reason we have Nascar, and they would get drunk and just do what they were going to do and the audacity of what they did caught the police off guard. And this is the process that defeated nazism and imperial Japan with their superior/inferior philosophy. Y'know, eating with your hands is inferior to eating with chopsticks, so Japan perfected a pair of chopsticks and we showed up to win with a plastic fork.

I'm just going to take over the United States with my knowledge and use of bold-facing. I am Q, and so I am. I am. I am. I am. You don't have a choice in this matter, I am breaking the system of America and I am your 48th n 50th president. I'm gunna butt-dial a nuke. I'm Zaphod of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I am two-faced, but I want nothing. I'm the autistic savant who WAS healed by the Mormon Church, and so I AM a prophet. Investments would be wise, cuz I didn't get into religion for the power; I did it for the absurd money it can make.