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. :::

Here I am, swallowed again by my own doing. As the day wakes so do I quake and crumble to tumble below the straights I've known. Adrift at sea, on a long lost frequency, it is light I wish to be. Capsized by callous selfishness, I find myself consumed by false prophets seeking profit in the mirror, and so I steer all of us who are together in this to a tomb more fitting for fools who fell freely of our will, wanting whatever never comes.

The world is so unforgiving and yet I am so fortunate. What hells must others know? I know this one that is mine and I have escapes its depths, so why do the deepest crevices within me still rule my consciousness? An ad plays, as does that part of me I grew to fight to escape the tiger in the grass. It's always running. I'm always running. It's too hot to do what I love. I must run. I must juggle. It's going to be 120 degrees next month. It's honestly not the worst, but it's hellish.

Burns on the pavement. Tried giving donuts to a man today. He didn't want them. What am I to do when I cannot pay my karmic debt. I am denied my ability to quell the daemons in my mind and heart and soul. I left the donuts at a bus stop. That's the best I could do today. When I went out for a drink at seven in the morning. Lying to get outta the house. I abstained last night. He was love last night. Now he is silent criticism. Is that true? He changes at times. I'm sure I do too, but I can't heal when love is semi-conditional.

My mom really fucked me up, dying like that. Well, she turned out better because she knew she was dying. She would have been like my father if she was healthy. She was at times when I was the worst a child can be. Y'know, I looked for and found my birthday presents. But she saved me when I didn't know I did wrong. My father was a tyrant. Is he, my life partner? Is that why I like him; he completes this complex within me? Music says he's not my friend. We are hunters. We are prey. Night and day.

I'm a lucky man. A sad man. I know the depth depth doth go. I know relativity, and I am grateful. I don't know what else I can give. I'm taking my meds, and they take my sexuality. I mean, I have a life partner, not a sexual partner. He can't be bothered. He's got bigger fights fry. Well, the fuse will go off as God tells me in kumquat. Fucking ads again. Blue raspberry. Apple. Strawberry. Fuck this shit, give me a shot and shut up while I think how my life partner's computer magickally fixed itself after I paid the shipping charge he says didn't happen last time but I know it did that I have to pay in the long term because these are loans I'm forced to take to pay for what he makes me do.

This isn’t a cry for help, not suicidal or anything, just wanted to say we’re mentally slipping… feel like people in our friend group forget that we’ve been through… a lot. And we’ll, we’re currently going through a whole lot rn aswell.

Right now we’re in the most exposed position possible; our residency papers to legally work in EU have been delayed/no response (even if we get them we don’t ignore if anyone will hire a disabled person like us), our significant other can’t find work due to disabilities, we’re always in dire need of some form of funding, And we’re trying our best to do art commissions- but no matter how hard we try it’s never enough…

On top of it all our random crying is popping back up again, and even worse, been starting to feel art block/burn out. Just don’t know how much longer we can take it.

If we had a stable income for housing, food, medicine and other essentials we’d probably be far happier; Oh also some new clothes… it’s been over 2 years since starting transitioning mtf and we’re still wearing old handmedowns from hs and stuff since we can’t afford a change of clothes.

Overall mostly just want to be heard, thx

How deep does the rabbit hole goes.

It feels like everyday news gets weirder and weirder.

Authorities raided the home of Omnia Swaydan in Damanhour, Beheira province, around 6 p.m. local time on Tuesday while she was alone and ordered her to turn off her phone before taking her into custody, according to Asmaa Naeim, a lawyer following her case.

She was questioned on charges of spreading false news and “misusing” social media, according to lawyer Mohamed Ramadan, who attended her interrogation. On Facebook, late Wednesday afternoon, he said she was released on 20,000 Egyptian pounds ($401) bail.

The arrest came after Swaydan on Monday posted harrowing details of abuses and violations that happened in the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department of al-Shatabi Hospital, which is a university hospital in Alexandria.

Her post on Facebook detailed incidents she saw that involved women who experienced sexual assault, violence, verbal abuses and intentional medical malpractice and negligence at the hands of doctors and nurses.

Sources:

• AP News;
• Al Manassa;
• Egyptian Front for Human Rights;
• DW (in Arabic).

I think I had one more die on me in the last 7 years, don't have it's carcass any more.
I wish there would be a place where they can be recycled properly.

They don't know it be like it is but it do

My life partner has returned from the hospital. I've already smoked and drank, but I haven't masturbated OR master baited yet, so I'm golden in God's eyes. It was great having Byoomth back. Things were so happy, rejoiceful and every moment was filled with gratitude and the little eye dimples he gets when he's really happy.

Then I ask about his pills, what his regiment is and where his pharmacy is. He dodges. I wait. I ask again. He dodges. I wait until we're doing nothing. I ask, and he says he doesn't agree with the treatment plan. My heart sinks. He tried rice again! Do you understand? He's taken insane vows, one of which, or at least the implication of, is not to eat rice because the Buddha said in the future we won't need to eat rice. He was willing to try it again! The meds did something!

But I ask later, after a drink and feeling the revulsion of the nicotine withdrawal from stress of “nothing has changed,” telling him how I've transgressed and he changes his tune to be supportive, positive…of me? He tells me he's on the shot now, but he has to take the pill for several days until…? I dunno, but it's really hard to think with my neighbor mirroring my noises in a clear and apparent way. But my life partner, who is not in communication with my above stairs neighbor, changed what he said to leave me feeling hopeless in how any of this is going to improve.

Just had a sip of coffee and thought of actually-actually going-going to police. Nah, that ain't real but I don't know what to do. Something has to give. In a parallel fashion, I got fucked over again getting my lab work. Panicked. Lied and had a cigarette by the door. Someone walked by. Gunna get a six thousand dollar ticket for that, well, the fine will be $75, the court expenses account for the rest. Hafta do so much for no reason other than I'm retarded. Gotta get my labs done or I could die. It's ok, I'm gunna be stabbed in the line for lunch in prison when the FBI does their stupid nana nana boo boo bullshit with me, regardless what I do now.

That's the thing though. My life partner is really in-tune with the higher picture shit. That's why I trust him; you can't fake that. Therein, he's faking mental illness, for higher purpose reasons, and I know that he's Jesus/the Buddha in this regard. The perfect being is the being that can be any being as needed. He can be perfect and wrong in many ways at the same time. And he toys with me compassionately, because up here, in the realm of sorcery, we're protected by the highest of beings.

How this came to be written just now. About a week or two ago, I wrote how synchronicity proliferate from intention-setting, saying that I could write about purple cars and then see twenty purple cars. Well, I wrote that and saw four fucking purple cars. Then, yesterday, while getting us dinner, I saw “Odin QED” in a floor tile that doesn't show up in the picture I took, but then I saw two fucking purple cars at the same time - a harken back synchronicity - and one had the license plate “Uresaela,” or something of that nature that spawned the thought of a Disney villain.

Then my life partner said something about how there are infinite gods n goddesses, but we were protected by the highest of beings, and he said it with authority, and I reviewed with my brain's other hemisphere to conclude it was true, and I knew that the tricks and traps of those watching me are ultimately defeated by the light orchestrating the coming shitshow.

I just tried getting his medication sent to a closer location. Ten miles on bike in this heat is a little much. Too late as I found they were closing early for Juneteenth. Felt they were testing if I follow through with my duties. Always being tested. Always under scrutiny. That's what every moment of every day is like for me as the default. It's what my baseline of consciousness has been made to be by the traumas n trials of my life.

I swear everyone is watching me. There's something going on, how people are coordinating. Must not be good enough. Always a failure. That's why they're watching, because I'm schizoaffective. I'm too dangerous. Gotta keep your eyes on me. Keep your eye on the ball. Keep your eye on the ball. I find no update to your behavior, so imma hit you and say again, “keep your eye on the ball!”

And this is all the madness I've put together to let y'all know that there are dumbass mother fuckers all around us who cannot identify a cop from a genuinely crazy person. To those who are dying every minute of every day, pray be you are strong enough to not go shitty shitty boo-boo in your pants. They plan for that in the interview room. Good goo go free free! Obviously, and I ain't talking bout me. I see you c-ing me, that you be free as count Dedede!

"Because some of us can't handle a whole week"

Sweet Jesus. I needed that drink. I had to spend the afternoon with my mother-in-law. I had to. I couldn't say no. I would be a complete asshole if I forbid her from barging into my house when she said she was going to, to then clean my apartment in a way that is going to cause her son to have fits because he is as damaged by her as I am by my father. Narcissists, amirite? Well y'know, it's a generational curse and we tend to attract each other. But y'know, I had several ways I would prefer to do this set of tasks. Nope. HAD to do the way she said. Didn't have a choice. I brought up how I made several choices today. No. That's wrong. I made no choices today.

She is the opposite of me; all confidence, no depth of understanding choices. She does not know what is contained in the New Testament. I told her what the Illuminati was. I said it in the same set of sentences I told her I was a woman for a few years. I asked her if she knew, as in, did she have knowledge of how the New Testament describes a decentralized autonomous organization of secret police at an eighth grade reading level. Yup. Got the confirmation I needed.

She's not a liar. She doesn't know what she does. In her eyes, her son failed. He's wrong. He fucked up, doing drugs. Because there is no chance in hell she did anything wrong. She gaslit me in the most bold faced way. I don't think she was even conscious of it. She heard she was wrong. She did everything in her power to defeat me with her will. It is this that her son repeats that has led to my assault of him. Even he is not aware enough to know the limits of how he affects another. She HAD to be right. NEEDED to be right. So much that she lied in front of herself to gaslight me and then forgot what she was saying.

More or less:

T -0:30 - Her “Your house is unlivable”

T 0:00 - Me “You said my house was unlivable”

T 0:01 - Her “I never said that.”

T 0:02 - Me “Yes you did.”

T 0:03 - Her “No, I said it was a pigstye.”

T 0:10 - Me “You said my apartment was a pigstye”

T 0:11 - Her “I never said that.”

Weird. Well, at least I'm glad that the New Testament describes a decentralized autonomous organization of secret police at an eighth grade reading level and thus they heard that. Cuz I understand WHY my life partner is in the hospital right now. I feel like I'm taking crazy pills.

This type of shit fucks me up. My father did shit like this all the time. Just straight up acted perplexed about all the abuse he ever did. And now he ignores me. He can't handle a discrepancy from his perfect reality he concocted for himself. So he cuts off his entire son. She was ready to beat my ass while saying she would never be violent like me, that's how serious she was about shutting me down.

It's not about being right. These IDOLATERS don't care about what's logically right. What's empathically right. It's a power game. An ethos structure. She's not processing what she's reading in the Bible. She's regurgitating what other people tell her is in there, and thus, because I am her opposite, I am not seen as the same level as her, so I am dismissed at an instant (razzle dazzle), and what I FEEL is the exact same as my father: I'm always wrong.

But am I doing that to her? Well shit, I'm contemplating if I'm wrong by default and of my own volition. Nah. I can't equate these…but wait! Is she playing an elaborate game with me? Well, she helped by throwing money and a couple hours on me, sending me careening into drinking and smoking, only a beer and a cigarette, but that may start the whole cycle again. And it's hellish, how people of her variety hurt me by saying they're helping.

She THREATENED - I'm using that word specifically - she threatened with telling my life partner's dad to email how HE should demand the apartment to fix these things for us.

Like…

“I LOVE MY SON SO MUCH BECAUSE I SHIT HIM OUT MY CUNT AND I WOULD TAKE A BULLET FOR HIM, BUT IF YOU DONT CONFORM TO MY BEAR NATURE I WILL MAKE SURE BOTH YOU AND MY SON ARE FORCED TO LIVE OUTSIDE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIVES”

Literally I can't give more of an accurate argument based on the specific choice of arguments she used to justify why she loves her son and what the objective effect of her actions. I don't know what her favorite memory is with her son. What was his favorite game, the game developer who interned with the CIA while at RIT? Why would you spend so much time cleaning if the primary thing that results of you doing this “favor” is complaining that you have to clean?

I disassociated with her. I couldn't handle it. I didn't “freak out” at the grocery store which I TOLD HER I DIDNT GO TO BUT WAS REPRIMANDED THREE FUCKING TIMES FOR NOT GETTING HER THE DISCOUNT ON THE APPLES SHE FORGOT ANYWAYS BECAUSE MY PHONE NUMBER DIDN'T WORK FOR THE “DISCOUNT” THAT WAS EVEN MORE EXPENSIVE THAN THE OTHER NON-WALMART STORE THAT I DO GO TO AND HAVE BONUSES FOR AND SUGGESTED WE GO TO WITH MY SUGGESTION BEING WAVED AWAY WITH ZERO CONTEMPLATION! Everything I did was wrong. She knew EVERYTHING! There was always a comment when she FORCED HER WILL OVER ME BUT SHES NOT VIOLENT! She just HURTS me.

I understand why my life partner doesn't want anything to do with her, but this is all bullshit. She can't be this incompetent and ignorant. She has to know about the decentralized autonomous organization of secret police and is doing this to prove I got brain problems to the FBI (do it already you dip-ass fuckbois (and girls)), cuz she will be able to lie to a judge OVER my honesty, that much is certain. No limit to what truth will be at a moment. And I'm still reeling.

Like, I don't know what reality is right now. Got this beer. Guy saw me unlock my bike, asks if that [my helmet] would save my life. I was so disassociated that I thought he was saying that would thinking all these thoughts I've put down here for you would save me from the FBI in how they're going to flay me for being a psychopath serial killer cuz I behaved weird on camera in front of children today because I almost had a meltdown, and it's true, and I'm grateful, too. Why is this necessary, God? What have ai done? Reconciliation? Don't do what you're going to. No. Don't. Halp. Help. Fuck that's a shame...

So, I'm watching some old pro wrestling. Specifically WCW Starrcade 1996. The match is Rey Mysterio Jr VS Jushin Thunder Liger.

Just to catch everybody up to speed:

Rey Mysterio Jr is an American wrestler, of Mexican herritage. His hometown is San Diego.

Jushin Thunder Liger is a Japanese wrestler.

Both of these men wear masks, but very different styles. Jushin's mask and overall style reminds me of ancient Japanese fables of dragons, and very sharp edges, and kind of like an anime come to life.

Rey Mysterio takes the overall theme of the tradition of Luche Libre masks, and makes it his own. Once you know Rey Mysterio's style, you can always instantly tell his mask from the millions of OTHER similar style masks. His style draws elements of Mexican culture, religion, and sometimes the number 619 (which is San Diego's area code).

Ok, now that we're all caught up to speed.....

I'm watching this match, and at this point in time, Jushin is known around the world as the absolute legendary best in the style that he does. It's a very fast paced, move around the ring. Do all the things. Jump around. Flip around. You get the idea.

And Rey has a very similar style. Important to note that while Rey would later overtake the spot as most famous cruiserweight, he had not even come close to that yet. Rey is very early in his career. He's still proving himself and low on the card, but with potential.

Jushin has been a legend all over the world, and is just coming to the end of what was considered his peak. So you got Jushin in the end of his prime, against future legend as he's just fighting to get onto the card. So to see them meeting here is kind of a fascinating dynamic. If this match had never happened, it's the type of thing fans would have drooled over the concept. A dream match. Endless debates would be had over how the match should/would go.

I hope I'm hyping up the concept well enough to raise interest in seeing something like that. Because if I have, then I will have done a far better job of selling this match than WCW did. Because this crowd is BORED!!!

That's when it hit me. This show is in Tennessee. The crowd is like 80% at least, "good ol' boys" style of white people. So what they're seeing is a Japanese guy vs a Mexican guy. Yes, he's from San Diego. He even makes that part of his whole persona. His finishing move that he uses every match is called "The 619". Very much American. But still, Mexican heritage.

They aren't bored. They're racist. They don't want to cheer the Japanese guy, because he's a foreigner. They don't want to cheer Rey because he's a Mexican. So their only option left is to just sit there awkwardly in silence and wait the match out.

And that was 1996. Nothing has changed. If anything they've boiled over even worse. We see this big arching shot of this crowd that's somewhere between 15k-20k people. I am willing to bet that statistically speaking, someone in that crowd shot was part of J6. I'd put money on that, if we had any way to identify every person and confirm if they did or didn't. The only reason I don't say it was more, is because this footage was shot in 1996. Which means anyone younger than 39 at J6 couldn't have been in this crowd.

But think of that. This isn't a divided crowd. A crowd of this size all came together, and all collectively agreed that it was OK to be racist together, and not cheer for the guys who weren't white and american.

Our problems in the modern day are the same problems we've had since the post civil war years. And this match shows that. There was no meeting where they all agreed beforehand. This was just the natural instinct of the entire crowd.

Because the match was great. You couldn't have asked for these two to give a better match at those points in their careers. Rey wasn't as seasoned as he should have been, but still great. Jushin was slightly getting over the hill, but still great. Performing in a style that was still relatively new to American audiences.

So it's new, it's fresh, it's fast paced, it's TV ready. This match today would fit right in, since the style is more established now. This match should have gotten an amazing reaction. Instead silence.

1996?

2026?

They're the same picture.

I was cleaning when I stumbled upon it (it was a gift in the family)

via

Because this is a snapshot in time and the older survey respondents wouldn't have had smartphones and social media their whole lives, I wonder if the alone time will grow.

cross-posted from: https://piefed.world/c/vid/p/1194175/live-elephant-urinates-on-floor-at-texas-republican-convention

God says…God's always saying shit, and so am I. Well, perhaps not “saying” them, but my thumb moves as it does. I get the impression that I am going to be interviewed at some point, but God has used this placeholder before. I don't even know how to be a normal human anymore. That helps with the dazzle camouflage.

Back in WWI, the British Navy painted their ships all sorts of angled n abstract, black n white patterns which made the ships easier to spot but made it harder for the enemy to determine their heading, speed, and range. This basic principle that you don't necessarily need to hide something to protect it can apply to other fields. For instance, in America, which is at the center of much espionage and change-over in workforce, dazzle camouflage is employed because it is guaranteed there will be leaks, but if 75% of the population won't even acknowledge a concept like MKULTRA or Operation Mockingbird, then stuff can hide in plain sight, assuming you spread some BS around it.

Y'know, I just have to say, “I like cute feet” a certain number of times and then there is a percentage of this internet community that just outright won't read how I think some internet celebrity like Asmongold (prolly not him, that is the placeholder currently) is going to interview me and then I will have a sizable following and I will be a cop, sorta, and I can say this because I just have to mention I'm the incest fetish guy from Reddit, and then more than half of all people who do identify me will roll their eyes and just let my retarded ass be.

…it's a real stupid gambit, but it works. Hence, why internet shitheads exist on YouTube n shit. They're the cops. Y'know, they attract the attention of certain archetypes who get watched and investigated by showing a real interest in these dangerous or otherwise nefarious characters while feeding them propaganda.

How do I say this? The reason Elon Musk gets to hold all that fake money is because the alt-right pipeline starts in middle school and unsocialized boys look up to him and his character and thus go on to branch into STEM. Uhh…y'know why the Holy Roman Empire was holy? We understand cults. This is a type of network structure, where people gravitate around a centralized culture, or mission. Pepsi is a cult. America is a cult. Almost every single person is in at least one cult.

It is the way things are done. And I did a funny and made a sex cult as a joke. Literally just posted as crazy as shit as I could to learn how to attract attention to a singular point, like a Reddit profile; conversion funneling with a FUN means to gather attention. I figured out how to generate 100k views on my profile per day, six years ago. I was able to generate roughly 250k in a day on X recently-ish. But I'm not a cop. The way the state is fileting me on the assembly line of a justice system we have in this country for assaulting my life partner is proof of that.

I had my court hearing today. Pic related. Took a microsecond but it was an experience and a half. I didn't realize I don't get an attorney because they are not pursuing jail time. Just anger management in the plea deal, which will cost me less than getting a lawyer to defend me, which means America's lowest court systems are pay to not get reamed, to juxtapose the upper court systems which are pay to play.

Really felt like an assembly line. Go as fast as possible. The prosecution knew nothing and almost fucked me by having the wrong information. That's legal! How tf am I supposed to be required to know the law in its entirety but this legal dude is not required to know facts about the case he is throwing around like a FedEx package handler.

Well, that's one field where we can expect an increase in accuracy from switching to AI. The judge was in an out, and I'm sure there's shit I am not aware that's going on, but where does the prosecution get off being flagrantly ignorant if I cannot make a joke about how much of a joke our justice system is?

I wrote a 2k word document to illustrate the types of manipulation my life partner does AND why that's not his fault as well as how his treatment fixes the causative problem. Nah. The safest and cheapest option is to take the deal and do the 26 anger management classes. But therein, I didn't understand that's what the prosecutor was saying until after because he spoke fast and with terms I've never heard before. I was very confused, so I'm glad for the continuance, at least.

But wait, there's more! Police woke me up at 2:30 this morning saying someone was yelling and screaming. I was dead asleep. Either the law is fucking with me, or someone filed a false report. Or maybe someone else was yelling and screaming. I don't know, I was asleep! Then this morning, God made me feel I was going to get famous for liking feet. This is my brain as a schizoautismo person; how tf do I get justice when my brain is against me?