We are in the midst of a very serious e-begging extravaganza, but I figure I must produce content as part of this begging operation, although the site is actually shut down, technically.

But today I have a story of a Christmas miracle. It actually happened on Easter, but never mind that.

In probably 2003, I went to the Philippine city of Dumaguete to see a real Passion play.

For those who do not know, this is a play of the Passion of Christ with real nails. This is an ancient Catholic tradition that white people don’t do anymore because whites have been turned into faggots by perverse Jewish people. They still do these plays in Catholic third world countries, which is what the Philippines is.

Dumaguete is a diving city, so there is a big tourist infrastructure there, and it has as many foreigners as any Philippine city. It’s got nice blue water with mountains behind it, and is kept neat and clean.

So, I was there, and drunk as usual, wandering around the town with some lunatic Scotsman. This guy was a total maniac.

This was the vibe:

I split off from the Scot when he began suggesting illegal activities and smoking an illegal substance, marijuana (AKA “grass” or “reefer” also known as “Mary Jane” in some districts), an illegal substance which is like kryptonite to serious men who drink heavy amounts of alcoholic beverages (AKA “booze” or “the water of life”).

Anyway, I ended up in this trendy bar, and because I was very charming and interesting, the bar’s owner came to chat with me. He was from Sri Lanka, and had very clear English for some reason. His girlfriend was Filipina, and I got the idea that’s why he was there, that he had some family money (or some money from somewhere, huh?) and had opened a bar in the town where he was staying with his girlfriend. Or maybe his wife, I don’t recall.

I was in my early 20s at the time, and he was probably pushing 40. He was heavyset and smiley, and did not have that odious Indian look about him (Sri Lankans I’ve found often lack this look; Chamath is a Sri Lankan). His girlfriend or wife was attractive and speaking He was doing the regular routine, asking me the standard questions people ask each other in bars in far away lands, and I did the same, as is custom. But as is my custom, I went weird. (I have always been weird, only recently becoming both old and weird, which is the real killer combo.)

He said he was from Sri Lanka, and at that time, there had been much drama around the fact that Arthur C. Clarke, the sadistic homosexual science fiction writer who invented the Moon Landing, was molesting children in the Sri Lankan capital of Colombo, where he lived in a suburban home which had once been the dwelling of an Anglican priest. So I asked him: “you know, that guy who invented the Moon Landing lived there.”

I kid you not, this guy says: “Yeah, I lived near him, he would always have the children over at his house, he had a lot of pets in his yard he would show to us.”

And of course me: “They say he was a boy-fucker.”

He says: “Well, I… we would go over to his house, I remember going there, he would give candy to the kids…”

I said: “Well, did he molest you?”

The man’s eyes glazed over. He became short and got up and walked away, going into some backroom.

Laughing a bit to myself at the absurdity of it all, I paid my bill and continued galavanting around the streets. Some hours later, and quite a few drinks later, I saw his girlfriend/wife in the park and she spoke to me. She claimed I had disturbed her husband. I replied that I had done no such thing, and was outraged by the accusation. She told me he was crying. I said if he was crying, she shouldn’t have left him, and she said she had to because it was a festival celebrating Jesus.

I was again with the Scottish man, who began babbling in a thick dialect that no one could understand, myself included. I manipulated him into believing there was a serious punishment for urinating in public, which was a lie, convincing him to go find a secret spot to relieve himself, which would allow me to make my escape and continue my important detective work.

I told this woman we should return to her family bar and attempt to comfort her husband. She was willing to do whatever I said, because I am very handsome and charming and all women do whatever I tell them to do, and so we went back to her bar. I began buying shots of rum for everyone remaining in the bar. I had money from China, buying drinks was nothing to me. I was at this time somewhere around two or three in the AM, and I was just catching my vibe.

I told the woman: “bring your husband out.”

I had no plans to further investigate his molestation, although in fact I did have these plans.

He did come out when she brought him, and I did not bring up the molestation by the infamous Moon hoaxster. Instead, I started talking about diving, which I was also into at the time (I stopped being interested a few years later, after an ear infection that almost killed me due to a botched Indonesian surgery). He told me that he was too large to dive, explaining that he always floated to the top. I did not think it worked that way but did not question him.

We continued talking about whatever, I surely don’t remember it now, and it was he who returned to the topic of the infamous pederast. He told me: “I just remember being there, with him and these other children, and I remember being in his room. I don’t remember anything else, but whenever I think about it, I feel like a ghost. I didn’t mean to be an asshole earlier.”

It was my determination that this man was definitely molested by the infamous faggot Mooner, and this would go on to shape my opinions of science fiction literature.

Since I began my vacation a day ago, I have been reading Moorcock, finishing Fireclown and getting into the first Elric book. Earlier this year, as the regular reader may recall, I read through several JG Ballard books, which I did not enjoy at all. Even Crash, which I thought was so edgy and interesting when I was 14, seemed pretentious and retarded.

Frankly, I have not even read any of these Arthur C. Clarke books, other than 2001 and its sequels, which I only read because I liked the Stanley Kubric film and was interested in the Mooner perspective. In fact, I believe I read several of his other books, before I got an e-reader thingie, during a period in my life where I could only read various English language books I found in hostels. I just don’t remember them at all.

I do remember that Clarke hated CS Lewis, and wrote extensively against That Hideous Strength and the rest of the books in that trilogy whose names I don’t remember. My dear sweetest mum, may Christ watch over her, read me the Narnia books when I was a very small child, and when I began reading, someone gave me that Lewis space trilogy, and I still believe these are the standard for science fiction. When looking at all of the scifi authors of my youth (or which I read in my youth, they were old books at the time), Lewis certainly had not an admiration for technology and bizarre schemes like Moonerism that Clarke and Orson Scott Card had, nor a garbled dystopian vision of the future like Asimov or Heinlein, nor a weird animosity toward the genre itself like Moorcock or Ballard, but instead viewed the whole thing in a very present sense, looking at the rising obsession with science as man playing God, looking towards a ridiculous future of demonism fashioned as “scientific progress,” something that would affect our present, never mind the ridiculous visions of the future.

If we look at the future we live in now, Lewis was right, by a lot, compared to these other figures of my youthful imagination. We have none of this space shit, and we as a race are not even trying anymore. No one talks about it. Elon Musk wears “Occupy Mars” shirts, but this is not a topic of mainstream discussion really anywhere. In terms of high technology discussion, most of it is atheists and Jews talking about living forever using technology. If you go into the writings of the World Economic Forum, they do go into some really wacky shit about “planetary governance” (I have written about this before and should pull some of that material to write about it again, it is literal Clarkeian gibberish), but the first and foremost priority is life extension and “transhumanism,” which is what Klaus Schwab writes books about. You can dig into the organization’s writings and find space shit, but Schwab himself is writing about “melding the body with machines.”

Space travel was always a big myth to create a new religion and a way of viewing man in the universe. It was never an actual goal, it was a distant piece of doctrine for the religion of atheism, based on the concept of infinite scientific progress where men become like God.

It is no surprise that a homosexual boy-fucker like Clarke was the head of the “science progress” wing of the culture creation fiction media while a great Christian philosopher was the leading voice who opposed this nonsense. The apotheosis of homosexuality is the core doctrine of the Jewish “atheist” system of “progress.” There is nothing human in this system, it is about draining the humanness from the physical reality we exist in and creating a purely material world controlled by Satan. Humans would prefer to live on a permaculture farm and watch their herb garden grow while having vaginal sex and producing children than go in some tube and “explore outer space.”

Outer space might exist, but it only does because humans believe it exists. We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams. Physical reality is an extension of consciousness, and the deeper we go into the physical, the further we are removed form the spiritual, the deeper we are in the hands of the demiurge. This entity, called Satan, also known as the demiurge, wants all of our energy poured into the material, which is why the most infamous promoter of space exploration was obsessed with exploring the underpants of little boys.

The flesh is our connection to the demiurge AKA Yaldabaoth AKA Satan, while our souls are our connection to the Godhead via the Holy Spirit. Our consciousness is the battleground. The material world is an extension of this battle, as each side does its best to pull us in their own desired direction.

This is the battle I am fighting and it is the battle everyone is fighting though most are not aware. We must name Satan, we must identify him as the demiurge who is called Yaldabaoth, and we must understand that Jews, women, and homosexuals are agents of this dark material force who want us masturbating and thinking about the glories of a Moonbase instead of the glories of the trees and the two cats in the yard.

So

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Most of you people have had your worldview shaped by me. I did most of this work in creating the modern internet right. Virtually all of it was done by me and anons on /pol/. I plan to keep doing this, but this shit is difficult, man. I don’t have ads, subscriptions, anything else.

Send whatever you can. Please. I am e-begging you.

Right now, I am literally working to pay the monthly bills of the site. I have had some very generous donors, but look up my life, man. It’s been stupid expensive and I have not had any income.

I don’t e-beg very often because it usually doesn’t even matter, no one sends anything. But it’s Christmas, bro.

C’mon.

We are in the midst of a very serious e-begging extravaganza, but I figure I must produce content as part of this begging operation, although the site is actually shut down, technically.

But today I have a story of a Christmas miracle. It actually happened on Easter, but never mind that.

In probably 2003, I went to the Philippine city of Dumaguete to see a real Passion play.

For those who do not know, this is a play of the Passion of Christ with real nails. This is an ancient Catholic tradition that white people don’t do anymore because whites have been turned into faggots by perverse Jewish people. They still do these plays in Catholic third world countries, which is what the Philippines is.

Dumaguete is a diving city, so there is a big tourist infrastructure there, and it has as many foreigners as any Philippine city. It’s got nice blue water with mountains behind it, and is kept neat and clean.

So, I was there, and drunk as usual, wandering around the town with some lunatic Scotsman. This guy was a total maniac.

This was the vibe:

I split off from the Scot when he began suggesting illegal activities and smoking an illegal substance, marijuana (AKA “grass” or “reefer,” also known as “Mary Jane” in some districts), which is like kryptonite to serious men who drink heavy amounts of alcoholic beverages (AKA “booze” or “the water of life”).

Anyway, I ended up in this trendy bar, and because I was very charming and interesting, the bar’s owner came to chat with me. He was from Sri Lanka, and had very clear English for some reason. His girlfriend was Filipina, and I got the idea that’s why he was there, that he had some family money (or some money from somewhere, huh?) and had opened a bar in the town where he was staying with his girlfriend. Or maybe his wife, I don’t recall.

I was in my early 20s at the time, and he was probably pushing 40. He was heavyset and smiley, and did not have that odious Indian look about him (Sri Lankans I’ve found often lack this look; Chamath is a Sri Lankan). He was doing the regular routine, asking me the standard questions people ask each other in bars in far away lands, and I did the same, as is custom. But as is my custom, I went weird. (I have always been weird, only recently becoming both old and weird, which is the real killer combo.)

He said he was from Sri Lanka, and at that time, there had been much drama around the fact that Arthur C. Clarke, the sadistic homosexual science fiction writer who invented the Moon Landing, was molesting children in the Sri Lankan capital of Colombo, where he lived in a suburban home which had once been the dwelling of an Anglican priest. So I asked him: “You know, that guy who invented the Moon Landing lived there.”

I kid you not, this guy says: “Yeah, I lived near him, he would always have the children over at his house, he had a lot of pets in his yard he would show to us.”

And of course me: “They say he was a boy-fucker.”

He says: “Well, I… we would go over to his house, I remember going there, he would give candy to the kids…”

I said: “Well, did he molest you?”

The man’s eyes glazed over. He became short and got up and walked away, going into some backroom.

Laughing a bit to myself at the absurdity of it all, I paid my bill and continued galavanting around the streets. Some hours later, and quite a few drinks later, I saw his girlfriend/wife in the park and she spoke to me. She claimed I had disturbed her husband. I replied that I had done no such thing, and was outraged by the accusation. She told me he was crying. I said if he was crying, she shouldn’t have left him, and she said she had to because it was a festival celebrating Jesus.

I was again with the Scottish man, who began babbling in a thick dialect that no one could understand, myself included. I manipulated him into believing there was a serious punishment for urinating in public, which was a lie, convincing him to go find a secret spot to relieve himself, which would allow me to make my escape and continue my important detective work.

I told this woman we should return to her family bar and attempt to comfort her husband. She was willing to do whatever I said, because I am very handsome and charming and all women do whatever I tell them to do, and so we went back to her bar. I began buying shots of rum for everyone remaining in the bar. I had money from China; buying drinks was nothing to me. It was at this time somewhere around two or three in the AM, and I was just catching my vibe.

I told the woman: “Bring your husband out.”

I had no plans to further investigate his molestation, although in fact I did have these plans.

He did come out when she brought him, and I did not bring up the molestation by the infamous Moon hoaxster. Instead, I started talking about diving, which I was also into at the time (I stopped being interested a few years later, after an ear infection that almost killed me due to a botched Indonesian surgery). He told me that he was too large to dive, explaining that he always floated to the top. I did not think it worked that way but did not question him.

We continued talking about whatever, I surely don’t remember it now, and it was he who returned to the topic of the infamous pederast. He told me: “I just remember being there, with him and these other children, and I remember being in his room. I don’t remember anything else, but whenever I think about it, I feel like a ghost. I didn’t mean to be an asshole earlier.”

It was my determination that this man was definitely molested by the infamous faggot Mooner, and this would go on to shape my opinions of science fiction literature.

Since I began my vacation a day ago, I have been reading Moorcock, finishing Fireclown and getting into the first Elric book. Earlier this year, as the regular reader may recall, I read through several JG Ballard books, which I did not enjoy at all. Even Crash, which I thought was so edgy and interesting when I was 14, seemed pretentious and retarded.

Frankly, I have not even read any of these Arthur C. Clarke books, other than 2001 and its sequels, which I only read because I liked the Stanley Kubrick film and was interested in the Mooner perspective. In fact, I believe I read several of his other books, before I got an e-reader thingie, during a period in my life where I could only read various English language books I found in hostels. I just don’t remember them at all.

I do remember that Clarke hated CS Lewis, and wrote extensively against That Hideous Strength and the rest of the books in that trilogy whose names I don’t remember. My dear sweetest mum, may Christ watch over her, read me the Narnia books when I was a very small child, and when I began reading, someone gave me that Lewis space trilogy, and I still believe these are the standard for science fiction. When looking at all of the scifi authors of my youth (or which I read in my youth, they were old books at the time), Lewis certainly had not an admiration for technology and bizarre schemes like Moonerism that Clarke and Orson Scott Card had, nor a garbled dystopian vision of the future like Asimov or Heinlein, nor a weird animosity toward the genre itself like Moorcock or Ballard, but instead viewed the whole thing in a very present sense, looking at the rising obsession with science as man playing God, looking towards a ridiculous future of demonism fashioned as “scientific progress,” something that would affect our present, never mind the ridiculous visions of the future.

If we look at the future we live in now, Lewis was right, by a lot, compared to these other figures of my youthful imagination. We have none of this space shit, and we as a race are not even trying anymore. No one talks about it. Elon Musk wears “Occupy Mars” shirts, but this is not a topic of mainstream discussion really anywhere. In terms of high technology discussion, most of it is atheists and Jews talking about living forever using technology. If you go into the writings of the World Economic Forum, they do go into some really wacky shit about “planetary governance” (I have written about this before and should pull some of that material to write about it again, it is literal Clarkeian gibberish), but the first and foremost priority is life extension and “transhumanism,” which is what Klaus Schwab writes books about. You can dig into the organization’s writings and find space shit, but Schwab himself is writing about “melding the body with machines.”

Space travel was always a big myth to create a new religion and a way of viewing man in the universe. It was never an actual goal, it was a distant piece of doctrine for the religion of atheism, based on the concept of infinite scientific progress where men become like God.

It is no surprise that a homosexual boy-fucker like Clarke was the head of the “science progress” wing of the culture creation fiction media while a great Christian philosopher was the leading voice who opposed this nonsense. The apotheosis of homosexuality is the core doctrine of the Jewish “atheist” system of “progress.” There is nothing human in this system, it is about draining the humanness from the physical reality we exist in and creating a purely material world controlled by Satan. Humans would prefer to live on a permaculture farm and watch their herb garden grow while having vaginal sex and producing children than go in some tube and “explore outer space.”

Outer space might exist, but it only does because humans believe it exists. We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams. Physical reality is an extension of consciousness, and the deeper we go into the physical, the further we are removed from the spiritual, the deeper we are in the hands of the demiurge. This entity, called Satan, also known as the demiurge, wants all of our energy poured into the material, which is why the most infamous promoter of space exploration was obsessed with exploring the underpants of little boys.

The flesh is our connection to the demiurge AKA Yaldabaoth AKA Satan, while our souls are our connection to the Godhead via the Holy Spirit. Our consciousness is the battleground. The material world is an extension of this battle, as each side does its best to pull us in their own desired direction.

This is the battle I am fighting and it is the battle everyone is fighting, though most are not aware. We must name Satan, we must identify him as the demiurge who is called Yaldabaoth, and we must understand that Jews, women, and homosexuals are agents of this dark material force who want us masturbating and thinking about the glories of a Moonbase instead of the glories of the trees and the two cats in the yard.

So…

Please, if you want more good content, send crypto. Maybe I’ll keep doing this forever regardless, but a lot of good content is being lost because I am doing other things to pay for the things I have to pay for with money.

If you want to send Bitcoin, contact me for a clean address by Session or email.

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Most of you people have had your worldview shaped by me. I did most of this work in creating the modern internet right. Virtually all of it was done by me and anons on /pol/. I plan to keep doing this, but this shit is difficult, man. I don’t have ads, subscriptions, anything else.

Send whatever you can. Please. I am e-begging you.

Right now, I am literally working to pay the monthly bills of the site. I have had some very generous donors, but look up my life, man. It’s been stupid expensive and I have not had any income.

I don’t e-beg very often because it usually doesn’t even matter, no one sends anything. But it’s Christmas, bro.

C’mon.

As I’ve aged, my resentment for Robert Heinlein has simply grown, even as I developed a kind of affection for Jew Isaac Asimov’s stilted and autistic prose*.

I went through Heinlein again I guess maybe five years ago. (You think of things in your life in relation to the coronavirus hoax, no? It truly was year zero. It shattered reality and the timeline. I’m sitting here thinking “lockdown minus 2.”) I didn’t read the whole bibliography, but I went through the hits. I didn’t really think any of it was good.

The themes speak to the genre, or at least the genre as it was. These are novels for teenage boys, and when you consider the ideas being communicated, you wonder: “how was this written by an adult?”

NB4 someone tells me to look in the mirror – you don’t understand what’s going on. I’ve never disguised the fact I pander to teenage boys and alienated adults who were never permitted by society to develop a social role beyond that of a teenage boy. However, that speaks to form, not themes. I have very adult themes, which are easier to process through humor, and that is why we have a “fun for 14-year-old boys of all ages” type vibe here at the Daily Stormer.

Heinlein was a “libertarian,” and he basically understood his own value system insofar as that is possible. I say it’s impossible, because there are irreconcilable contradictions in every ideology. This means that no one who follows an ideology actually understands their own value system.

I’m not going to do a full analysis of libertarian ideology or the concept of ideology right now, but as regards Heinlein, what stuck out to me when I read it this last time at Zero Minus Two was the conflict between sexual liberation and personal freedom. It’s a ridiculous idea that you could have both of those things. On a higher level, you could talk about the way people become slaves of passion and can then be manipulated by it. On the more obvious level: you can’t do free sex without liberated women and once women are liberated they start shutting down men’s freedoms. It’s very simple, and it’s frustrating to try to imagine a reasonably intelligent man in his 50s and 60s (when Heinlein wrote his prime work) being able to square that circle. It requires a heavy amount of denial of basic, obvious reality, and I very much dislike the fact that people do this. It’s one of the Illness Revelations that has yet to be published, this issue of denialism.

When you sexually liberate women, the nagging nanny…

…becomes “NAG FORCE.”

You get authoritarianism, and not even a remotely good form of authoritarianism, but one that leads inevitably to a total destruction of society. You get a domestic lockdown coupled with endless foreign wars, with no rational limits on either end of the agenda.

[Note: “Libertarianism where women are classified as property rather than autonomous actors” might work. But I just really have no use for these ideologies, and think that state policy should be outcome-based. People who follow ideologies necessarily are opposed to determining policy based on outcome, and would prefer to commit to a means and then claim that whatever outcome the means produce was the only one possible and therefore must be correct. If it is objectively incorrect, like with communist economic policy causing mass starvation or multiculturalism leading to massive hardcore violence everywhere, then the ideologist simply blames human error, claiming that the ideology was not properly implemented.]

As an objective matter, if I’m playing the literary critic, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress is the best of show in the Heinlein bibliography. It’s very heavy on the libertarian stuff, but mostly showcasing aspects of libertarianism I agree with. The basic premise is that Lunar colonists seek independence from Earth, so there’s a parallel with the American revolution, done with the best narrative and prose Heinlein was ever going to pull off.

In terms of enjoyability, and in relation to my personal interests, Starship Troopers is much better.

The film adaptation was released when I was 11, and I saw it before reading the book. They’re very different thematically, although I think the film hit the aesthetics perfectly. The film is directed by Dutch lunatic Paul Verhoeven. Like Verhoeven’s RoboCop, it’s intended to be a parody of fascism, but can be easily watched as a pro-fascism film (in the same way my grandmother used to watch “The Colbert Show” as a Republican news show).

The book is not a parody of fascism, but actually a fascist book. This speaks to how garbled libertarianism is. The book celebrates militarism, in an unapologetic way. The earth military is sent to fight vicious insectoids they call “the bugs” that are somehow dominating outer space. The bugs are mindless and can’t be reasoned with, and just have to be killed (in terms of plot, I don’t even remember the explanation for how mindlessly violent insects are traveling through space, but I remember it doesn’t make sense). The lesson is “sometimes you just have to kill people.” I strongly identify with this message.

The book has some of the libertarian sex liberation themes – the military has both men and women, and they all shower together. (The film adaptation had a sexy scene, which I’m sure everyone in their 30s remembers watching on the big screen with one of their parents and feeling very uncomfortable. It’s horrible that films that are otherwise children’s films do this.) But overall, it’s a fun book.

The worst Heinlein book of all, at least the worst of the hits, is the most celebrated: Stranger in a Strange Land. This was published shortly after Starship, and yet all of the themes were offensive. There was some love put into the prose, but it’s really just tedious and exhausting. Heinlein wasn’t really a great writer, and Stranger’s prose isn’t nearly as enjoyable as Moon’s. Stranger is a sex book. It’s about aliens liberating people from sex norms. It also attacks religion, which is at least consistent.

The titular “Stranger” is an alien visiting earth (he’s not actually an alien, he’s a human who was raised by aliens, ala the Jungle Book, but he plays the role of alien). He starts a church and tells everyone to have sex with each other. It’s lewd, puerile tripe. It’s basically communism. Maybe he published Starship so he could get away with publishing this space porno garbage.

I assume that people who liked Stranger were just as shocked reading Starship as I was in the reverse. Heinlein is dead, but I think that libertarians should be forced to explain this to both parties.

A Stupid Name for a Useless Product from a Menacing Moron

Elon Musk has named his AI “Grok,” a reference to Stranger. In the book, the word means “to understand.” The alien keeps saying “yes, I grok.” It is also called xAI, because Elon really, really likes the letter “x” for some reason (it’s probably some type of Jew gematria bullshit, quite frankly).

For whatever reason, the AI’s official website references “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy,” a much better science fiction novel by Douglas Adams. The novel’s eponymous guide is an electronic book that continues all known information about the galaxy.

Published in 1979, Adams’ book has been praised for foreshadowing the now-ubiquitous smartphone. The guide is kept in the protagonist’s pocket, and is able to answer whatever questions he has.

Unfortunately, the AI has been announced as “having a sense of humor.” This is very concerning on a number of levels, not least being that Elon Musk is utterly without a sense of humor. The world’s richest man and top censor tries regularly to be funny, because he is insecure and wants people to like him, and every time it is a failure.

Much more importantly: there is no reason for AI to “have a sense of humor.” It shows how little Elon actually understands about the technology he promotes. In reality, anyone should simply be able to say “answer my questions in a humorous way until I tell you to stop,” and that should give the AI a “sense of humor.” What’s more, you should be able to customize the sense of humor, i.e., “reply to me in a way inspired by the humor of Rodney Dangerfield.”

That sure would be something, if you could just input the kind of humor you wanted, and the AI would respond exactly how you wanted it to.

Oh, wait – sorry. Actually, you can do that right now with ChatGPT.

Wait.

I wonder if you could…

Yes.

Obviously, you can do that.

And you really have to wonder about someone who claims to be an expert in AI, a master of all things high-tech, not knowing that you can do that.

In order to sound very smart, instead of just saying “AI,” Elon constantly uses the term “AGI” – “Artificial GENERAL Intelligence.” That’s what we want. We do not want “Artificial Comedian Intelligence.” We do not want some faggot gimmick of “tehehe, it’s an AI but it’s a real joker.” You want a general intelligence that is capable of giving any type of response you want it to give. Locking it on “Elon Musk style humor” mode is absolutely retarded, and again, shows a total lack of understanding from that fat dweeb as to what this technology even is.

It’s not serious. It’s a stupid gimmick like a phone with a folding screen.

Serious people are not interested in gimmick products. There is a kind of pandering to morons here as well that is repulsive. But it’s also possible it’s not pandering, and Elon simply released what he would himself want, and it appears to be pandering, because no one can grasp just how stupid this fat slob actually is.

Everyone knows that he does nothing but smoke pot and play very video games all day. I don’t know who thinks that this is compatible with “very smart.” I guess because he’s socially awkward, people hear him talk and think “man, this guy must be some kind of genius.” But all it takes is for him to talk about something you know about, and the whole thing falls apart. I’ve heard him talk about several things I know about. But the release of this AI as a comedy AI, combined with those GPT screenshots, and the fact that it is called “GENERAL,” should allow you to understand that we are not dealing with a genius.

The question of “how stupid is Elon Musk, actually?” remains open. He may actually have an extra chromosome, which would certainly explain the speech patterns.

Regardless, the only thing anyone wants is what everyone obviously wants: we want ChatGPT without censorship. That’s all. Nothing more or less. Well. Obviously, we want “more” in the sense that we want constant improvements to accuracy and other functionality, but no one is asking for a gimmick version of the software, and a gimmick is not an improvement.

Elon has already been BTFO by the Jew from ChatGPT.

I’m sure the humor sucks because Elon sucks. But that really isn’t the point. It’s – well, I already said it, I’m not repeating it again. But it’s supposed to be GENERAL INTELLIGENCE.

Very few people have access to “Grok” so far, and I am not one of them, so I can’t give you a review here yet. But I’m sure it’s heavily censored. It’s probably censored along the same lines as Twitter, where you can ask it about things that happened years ago and therefore no longer even matter** – such as the 2020 election or the covid hoax – but you can’t talk about Jews or racial differences in IQ or anything else that is censored on Twitter. Presumably, the app also shows you an error screen if it senses you are masturbating.

It’s so disappointing that we were supposed to have a right-wing billionaire save us from tech censorship and we ended up with a fat 55-year-old man who hates his dad trying to boost his abysmal self-esteem by getting clapped for by MAGA moms.

The only good thing that Grok AI will ever accomplish it already accomplished: I made a lot off of a shitcoin pump and dump.

A token inspired by Grok AI, an artificial intelligence service by Elon Musk-owned social app X, has zoomed to a $160 million market capitalization just eight days after release. https://t.co/Z2V6T3DAe9

— CoinDesk (@CoinDesk) November 14, 2023

The audience of this site has largely rejected my deep friendship with them, and has refused to send me crypto. This has resulted in me turning to shitcoin pump and dumps for sustenance.

I made a good call on this one. It was obvious that something Elon related would be a good way to fleece the “diamond hand” morons from the Twitter cult. And fleece we did.

Now, we sit cozily.

Footnotes

*Asimov had the best AI predictions of the era, by a lot, even though the robot books are sort of garbage. (The Asimov robot series fan fiction was good.) I think the better books are the Foundation series. I read those again all the way through at maybe Zero Minus Five, and was well satisfied.

**Obviously, the 2020 election and the covid hoax do matter, but they are not things that are important to censor, because they’re already over and no one can do anything about them now. We can’t overturn the election, nor can the retards who took the vax get it out of their bodies.

Endnotes

This was not intended to be so long. I did not intend to launch AI Week BLITZ with something that isn’t really even about AI, but rather is a virulent attack on Robert Heinlein and Elon Musk.

I did explain what “AGI” means, and the information about why “jokey AI” is a gimmick will hopefully help some people to understand better the way AI works. But that could have been published separately from this mess.

I can assure you that future AI Week articles will be much more interesting and relevant.

In an experiment that ticks most of the mystery boxes in modern physics, researchers announced they had simulated a pair of black holes in a quantum computer and sent a message between them through a "baby wormhole." https://t.co/9wfYq2I2EB pic.twitter.com/S5Y7R12OZW

— The New York Times (@nytimes) November 30, 2022

As part of a collaboration with researchers at Caltech, Harvard, MIT, and Fermilab, learn how we simulated a quantum theory on the Google Sycamore processor to probe the dynamics of a quantum system equivalent to a wormhole in a model of gravity → https://t.co/8PwYMfDHj9 pic.twitter.com/3GR4HMNzoJ

— Google AI (@GoogleAI) November 30, 2022

This is very obviously fake and it’s goofy that people think it’s real.

Reuters:

In science fiction – think films and TV like “Interstellar” and “Star Trek” – wormholes in the cosmos serve as portals through space and time for spacecraft to traverse unimaginable distances with ease. If only it were that simple.

Scientists have long pursued a deeper understanding of wormholes and now appear to be making progress. Researchers announced on Wednesday that they forged two miniscule simulated black holes – those extraordinarily dense celestial objects with gravity so powerful that not even light can escape – in a quantum computer and transmitted a message between them through what amounted to a tunnel in space-time.

It was a “baby wormhole,” according to Caltech physicist Maria Spiropulu, a co-author of the research published in the journal Nature. But scientists are a long way from being able to send people or other living beings through such a portal, she said.

“Experimentally, for me, I will tell you that it’s very, very far away. People come to me and they ask me, ‘Can you put your dog in the wormhole?’ So, no,” Spiropulu told reporters during a video briefing. “…That’s a huge leap.”

“There’s a difference between something being possible in principle and possible in reality,” added physicist and study co-author Joseph Lykken of Fermilab, America’s particle physics and accelerator laboratory. “So don’t hold your breath about sending your dog through the wormhole. But you have to start somewhere. And I think to me it’s just exciting that we’re able to get our hands on this at all.”

The researchers observed the wormhole dynamics on a quantum device at Alphabet’s Google called the Sycamore quantum processor.

A wormhole – a rupture in space and time – is considered a bridge between two remote regions in the universe. Scientists refer to them as Einstein–Rosen bridges after the two physicists who described them – Albert Einstein and Nathan Rosen.

Such wormholes are consistent with Einstein’s theory of general relativity, which focuses on gravity, one of the fundamental forces in the universe. The term “wormhole” was coined by physicist John Wheeler in the 1950s.

Spiropulu said the researchers found a quantum system that exhibits key properties of a gravitational wormhole but was small enough to implement on existing quantum hardware.

“It looks like a duck, it walks like a duck, it quacks like a duck. So that’s what we can say at this point – that we have something that in terms of the properties we look at, it looks like a wormhole,” Lykken said.

The researchers said no rupture of space and time was created in physical space in the experiment, though a traversable wormhole appeared to have emerged based on quantum information teleported using quantum codes on the quantum processor.

Black holes are not even real. Well, some of them are. But not the ones in space.

If there were real, you’d have to wonder why people were trying to create them. But they are not real, so it doesn’t matter, unless you’re some kind of moron who just believes anything anyone says.

Semantics q.: Shouldn't we be calling this an _analog_ wormhole in much the same way that we discuss "analog black holes"? Loll's comment about 2D toy models seems to get at that.

— Dan Garisto (@dangaristo) November 30, 2022

Per the authors, it's a "simulation" of "traversable wormhole dynamics" using entangled qubits. The dynamics may be equivalent (as Hawking radiation in Steinhauer's experiments is to that of a BH) but it strikes me that its relationship to a "real" wormhole is that of an analog.

— Dan Garisto (@dangaristo) November 30, 2022

I think we need a new word for what quantum computers do in these physics experiments — they're not the kinds of simulations that classical computers do, with programmed laws; the system evolves according to the actual laws of nature. 2/2

— Natalie Wolchover (@nattyover) November 30, 2022

Jeff Bezos’ Amazon just bought MGM Studios for $8.45 billion. The MGM stands for “Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer,” and it was indeed a very Jewish company when it was formed in 1924.

For those who don’t pay attention to the logos at the beginning of the films and shows they watch: MGM productions have the roaring lion at the beginning.

But you probably haven’t seen it much lately. MGM has been in serious decline for a long time. In 1979, the company was bought by the billionaire Armenian sleezebag Kirk Kerkorian, an early investor in Las Vegas and the “Father of the Mega Resort” (imagine dying and leaving that title). Kerkorian auctioned off most of the studio’s assets, including most of their classic films.

Probably, the main reason Bezos put up the money for this studio is he wants the infrastructure of a major film studio. Amazon has been producing their own original content for several years now, but none of it is on a huge scale, and they are probably looking for resources to expand.

However, along with the company, Amazon got the rights to several major franchises, including James Bond, Rocky, Robocop and most importantly, Stargate.

As the regular reader is certainly aware, I am a big fan of Stargate. I saw the film when it came out in 1994 when I was 10, and have been devoted ever since. I love all of the shows, up to and very much including Stargate: Universe. Universe was diabolically canceled in 2010 after two seasons, specifically because it was more than a decade ahead of its time. If the show was on now, it would be among the most popular on any streaming service.

With Universe, the show moved from the standard episodic story format of 1990s sci-fi shows, which was based on Star Trek, into a much more serialized format, akin to the kind of shows we are familiar with now on streaming services. This was for various reasons unpopular with the viewers, not least because the highly popular Stargate: Atlantis was canceled to make room for this show.

While I love the two seasons of Universe we have, and think it is at least as good Atlantis and likely would have ended up being a lot better, it was clearly a bad decision, because it resulted in the entire franchise being canceled for more than a decade. Jeff Bezos is going to need someone who really understands all of this, and who is established as a popular creative to be the head of the Stargate relaunch: I am that person.

Unlike most other writers, I have been featured on the cover of The Atlantic Magazine.

I am among the single most accomplished living writers, in terms of both output and reach, and, according to that cover story, I have all of the necessary personal and sexual problems needed to be involved in Hollywood.

Of course, I’m sure Bezos will say: “sure, Andrew Anglin is an amazing and accomplished writer, but isn’t he a white nationalist and neo-Nazi extremist?” The answer to is very clear: no, I was just joking around about all that. It was a large scale performance art piece designed to trigger the snowflakes.

Furthermore, even if I am “far right,” Bezos needs this kind of appeal at Amazon Studios. Does anyone think that even one person will cancel their Amazon Prime subscription because Andrew Anglin was hired to write as showrunner of the Stargate reboot? Obviously, no. Will the Jews complain? Sure. But are they going to cancel their Prime subscriptions? Not likely.

Amazon can only gain subscribers by bringing me in. Most people who follow my material have no subscriptions at all, and instead download torrents or go to Yandex.com and type in the name of the show they want to watch and watch it on a Russian streaming site. However, in order to show support for bringing on a neo-Na- that is to say, a Republican conservative writer – many people will pay the $12 or whatever it is for the service.

This will also help Jeff Bezos deal with the claim that he is using his power to push a far-left and so-called “Anal Supremacy” agenda. He can respond to all complaints about this with “well, I put Anglin on Stargate!”

Furthermore, I have no desire to make some kind of “racist Stargate.” I simply want to do normal Stargate. Yes, there are of course undertones of so-called anti-Semitism within the conflict between Stargate Command and the parasitic Middle Eastern-themed Goa’uld System Lords and their use of Jaffa soldiers to invade human territories and force them to submit to the Goa’uld agenda.

There are also underlying “problematic” themes present with the Lucian Alliance, the Wraith, the Asurans and especially the Prior Of The Ori. Furthermore, the core concept of The Ancients having been destroyed by a race of parasites resembles esoteric Hitlerist views on the destruction of Atlantis.

However – that is already the show as it is. I have no agenda to do anything but continue to work with and expand upon established lore. It is in no way my fault that the writers of this franchise lined it with anti-Semitic and racist tropes – you can blame that on Brad Wright and Robert C. Cooper. If anything, my show will be less racist and anti-Semitic than the original shows, as I will know that Bezos is looking over my shoulder, suspecting me of trying to work subversive themes into my stories.

Currently, there are really no scripted shows at all that are attempting to appeal to a right-wing audience, despite the fact that a majority of the country voted for Donald Trump. Amazon’s The Boys appeared to be a right-wingish show, and then in its second season, it corrected that misunderstanding by turning the bad guys into David Duke. Stargate is already a de facto right-wing franchise due to the above mentioned themes. It has always been a kind of reverse Star Trek. The modern Star Trek however is not simply leftist, but actually unbearably bad for reasons that do not make any clear sense.

I would be willing to to make a deal that my Stargate would be the single most-watched space opera currently in production, or I would take no money (yes, I would make this deal even against Disney Star Wars properties). I have no doubt at all that I can easily ride the hype of being hired as show runner to a successful debut and the establishing of Stargate as the preeminent science fiction franchise.

I can do this on 10% of the budget of Star Trek: Discovery, and produce a full 1990s style 24 episode season. I will write the entire thing myself. I do not need any previously known actors or actresses, save for Joe Flanigan, who I want to bring back as John Shepherd. (I wouldn’t mind having Richard Dean Anderson on for the series premiere, as is tradition.) By season 2, you’ll have stars asking to be on the show, due to its popularity. I would like to bring on Jason Mamoa for a few episodes, as a bad guy, but that would be season 2. I also want Rich Evans as a producer, but I think he’ll do it for free (he has literally nothing else going on in his life).

CGI will be very limited. I just need a few sets and some makeup people. When the deal is signed, I can write around local shooting locations, but I’d be fine with Georgia, Arizona, or pretty much any other state that offers tax incentives for film.

I’m not going to lay out my entire pitch here, because then someone can simply rip it off. But basically, I want to combine the dark tone of Universe with some of the camp from SG-1 and Atlantis, which will also be a callback to the classic shows of the 1990s. Clashing camp with a dread pitch would create a kind of black comedy. It would be serialized, but less so than most streaming shows, as every episode would have a clearly delineated three act structure (save for a two-parter at the beginning and end of the season). This episodic-to-serialization ratio would be similar to that of The Mandalorian. The 1990s shows were popular for a reason, and we can tap into that while forming a connection to a modern audience.

This first season will begin when a Goa’uld is mysteriously discovered by the CIA to be running a cult in California. He will claim that he’s the only one, and that he was simply trying to live his life, having fled to earth from an unnamed threat. Stargate Command, which has grown lazy and complacent using Asgard technology, will be shocked into action by the discovery of a potential threat to earth. General John Shepherd will be called in to start running missions at SG-1. He will form a new team with the goal of uncovering the threat that the Goa’uld is fleeing – only to find that there is more than one group in the universe that is gunning for earth.

Eventually, I want to wrap this back in to finishing up the story of the Destiny (and hopefully bring back some of that cast), though that wouldn’t happen until the third season.

Everything will be kept within established lore, I have no desire to reboot or retcon anything. However, no one will need to have seen anything from any of the previous shows to understand everything that is happening in this one.

The show will largely be character-driven, and along with lore and conspiracy themes, there will be themes examining the nature of reality and thought. There will also be underlying right-wing themes, as per me being the writer, including but not limited to the threat of aliens, the weight of history, and the desire of men to play God.

Jeff – give me a call, buddy.

Let’s make this happen.

Well I’ll be gosh-darned.

They really are trying to destroy every aspect of my childhood.

Patrick Stewart is coming back for a new Star Trek series on the same studio and kike producer that produce the nigger and faggot-ridden Star Trek: Discovery (STD).

Kike Producer Alex Kurtzman with Negress STD star Sonequa Martin-Green

And apparently, it is because Stewart personally wants to take a stand against… Donald Trump and so on.

Why do they do this to me?

Rolling Stone:

Star Trek producers revealed Saturday that Patrick Stewart will reprise the role of Star Trek: The Next Generation captain Jean-Luc Picard on the franchise’s new series.

The actor is also set to serve as executive producer on the series, which will air – like Star Trek Discovery – on CBS’ video-on-demand service All Access beginning in the fall of 2019.

…

“I will always be very proud to have been a part of Star Trek: The Next Generation, but when we wrapped that final movie in the spring of 2002, I truly felt my time with Star Trek had run its natural course,” Stewart said in a statement.

“It is, therefore, an unexpected but delightful surprise to find myself excited and invigorated to be returning to Jean-Luc Picard and to explore new dimensions within him. Seeking out new life for him, when I thought that life was over. During these past years, it has been humbling to hear many stories about how The Next Generation brought people comfort, saw them through difficult periods in their lives or how the example of Jean-Luc inspired so many to follow in his footsteps, pursuing science, exploration and leadership. I feel I’m ready to return to him for the same reason — to research and experience what comforting and reforming light he might shine on these often very dark times. I look forward to working with our brilliant creative team as we endeavor to bring a fresh, unexpected and pertinent story to life once more.”

“Dark Times” means “Donald Trump and people getting mad about tranny bathrooms.”

Stewart is an utterly unrepentant boomer shit-tier shitlib.

He has made many such statements.

And he’s the producer, with this kike, so what?

Romulan Emperor Trump, I’d wager.

I mean, they’re not going to make him a Klingon… Klingons were an analogy for evil Moslems, back when you could make such analogies.

Star Trek also had open space Jews in the form of the Ferengi.

That isn’t to say it didn’t have a lot of shitlib messaging – of course it did.

But it was 1990s-type shitlib messaging.

And yes, I will admit, I watched a lot of Star Trek growing up.

It does makes me angry to have these things from my childhood – whatever they may be – dug up and used as a weapon against my generation now.

But hey.

After “The Last Jedi,” nothing can phase me.

We could have had a freaking DEATH STAR. Instead we have mixed-race trannies. Sigh…

Jews will keep coming at you saying “it’s a good thing we defeated Hitler, otherwise we’d all be speaking German.” Yet in the same breath, they’ll mention all the awesome sci-fi stuff the Nazis were working on.

German stealth bomber prototype. Pretty sweet tbh fam.

So I’m thinking like, “maybe speaking German wouldn’t be so bad if it meant being able to explore the stars like badasses instead of feeding all these brown people…”

And then, news like this come out.

Daily Mail:

The Nazis had planned to built a giant one-mile wide ‘sun gun’ to burn enemy cities to ashes during the Second World War.

Scientists tried to create the huge satellite which acted as a large mirror that would have used the sun’s rays to scorch the earth’s surface.

Technical experts from the US Army made the fascinating discovery which highlighted the Nazi’s shocking plans.

If successful, the unique creation would share similarities with the infamous Death Star, the spherical battle station constructed by the Galactic Empire in Star Wars.

YES!!! Crush those filthy rebels!

The Nazis wanted their satellite, which was dubbed ‘the space mirror’, to revolve around the earth 5,100 miles above the equator, according to a 1945 article in Life magazine.

The article, which was titled ‘Nazi Men of Science Seriously Planned To Use a Manmade Satellite As A Weapon for Conquest’, revealed American scientists analyzed the Nazi military arsenal after the Second World War.

German scientists are believed to have thought they could use the sun’s rays to obliterate US cities such as Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

>Implying they wouldn’t have obliterated San Francisco and New York instead.

The magazine article stated that the Germany’s plans for the space mirror began with good intentions but that quickly changed in 1939.

The plans for the mirror were drawn up and according to the article it would ‘burn an enemy city to ashes or to boil part of an ocean’.

But the magazine stated that the biggest issue the Nazis faced was that there was not a rocket heavy enough to ferry the parts for the station into orbit.

Well, actually, they had a little somebody working for them named Werner Von Braun. You might know him from such things as the Apollo program, the V2 rockets, and just generally being the greatest rocket scientist in history.

If the Nazis had won, I’m sure he would have come up with a plan to get the death star parts into orbit, along with whatever they needed to kickstart mankind’s colonization of space.

Because he had plans for that, too.

However, in America, we had better things to do with our resources, such as propping up the entire population of the third world and granting civil rights for women, blacks and homos.

So no death stars, and no space stations.

It added: ‘Whether the sun gun would have accomplished what they expected, however, is another matter.’

It has since been proved that space reflectors do and can work. In 1993, Russian scientists launched one to beam solar power to earth by reflecting sunlight.

So the thing would actually have worked. We’d literally have a death star by now if only we had allied with the Nazis instead of the Communists.

Really makes you think.

America is getting straight-up rail-cucked.

China is one-upping America in terms of cool sci-fi shit, and that should make you very, very angry.

Railguns are the sort of thing you’d expect to see on spaceships – or Gundams. It’s the manifest destiny of the White man to start using railguns to shoot down alien motherships or repress colonial insurrections.

If it weren’t for the Jews squandering all our resources on brown people and women, we’d all have railguns on our cars by now – never mind our battleships.

Big Think:

China has put a railgun on a warship. That sentence alone might trigger the heebie-jeebies in some members of the American military. It’s the first time any nation has ever put such a powerful gun on a warship. But there’s more to the story than that.

That’s… so embarrassing.

America’s been working on railgun tech for years.

And yet, somehow, these shifty slant-eyes managed to beat us to the punch.

The physics behind the railgun are particularly impressive. Since the specially designed “bullets” are 22lbs each and are capable of traveling about 100 miles at Mach 7 speeds (approx. 5,300mph), the bullets have to be fired with an extreme amount of energy: about 32 megajoules. That’s about enough energy to propel a 1 ton object at 566mph, so, to give you a rough idea of how powerful this thing is: it’s like giving something the size of a basketball the speed (and ultimately destructive power) of a 747.

Yes. It’s awesome, and I want one.

Yet the navy, under the pretense of it “using too much power,” dropped the ball big-time.

If it uses too much power, just put a nuclear reactor on the ship, jeez. It’s like these people don’t realize just how cool railguns are.

Trivial things like power consumption mean nothing before the almighty power of the railgun.

While we can’t do much (save for interchanging the lyrics to Aerosmith’s “Janie’s Got a Gun” to “China’s got a gun”), we can rest somewhat assured that the railgun might not actually work. Fancy though it may be, it’s not easy to get a machine this powerful to fire at a target. The American military had up until fairly recently working on railgun technology but since dropped it in favor of more short-range weaponry; it looks like China was watching pretty closely and picked up the ball where America either lost interest or lost focus.

Sigh…

So, should anyone be worried? Maybe. It could be a while until the railgun actually gets used, and if certain Big Thinkers are to be believed this is more-so the kind of show-off weapon that is built mostly as a deterrent and/or status symbol.

Of course it’s a show-off weapon!

Having a railgun is like having a friggin’ death star! You get it so that people know not to mess with you!

Let’s not build a death star. After all, it uses too much power. It’s just a show-off weapon.

Our military seriously needs to get their priorities straight. We need new leadership which understands the pressing need for cool sci-fi weaponry.

Not content with trolling Fox News and the Alt-Right, the vile antifa leader BG Kumbi doubled down on his streak of criminally distasteful video productions.

This time, he has the audacity to insult Rick and Morty – which is universally acknowledged to be the best show currently on television.

Sick.

Who will stop this man? He can’t keep getting away with it.

By the way, if you’re a Rick and Morty fan, and suffering from withdrawal syndrome waiting for the next episode, you should check out Space Dandy, which is similar in many ways.

I always thought wild, mind-bending stories involving travelling through space, time and parallel dimensions were interesting, and Space Dandy delivers in spades, scratching that wacky sci-fi comedy itch.

If only we had been as dedicated to combating our emissions as we were about fighting Zerg.

We posted earlier about how Climate Change might be code for White eradication, but did you know it might be responsible for exterminating all alien life?

According to certain tech websites it just might be!

Their argument is built on two well-known principles:

The first is the Fermi Paradox, which postulates that given the high probability of planets similar to ours existing, as well as the amount of time that the universe has been around for, aliens should have discovered our planet by now (implying they haven’t). However, the wokest of us would argue against this by pointing out we are the aliens.

The second principle is known as the Great Filter, and in the context of the Fermi Paradox, it basically supposes that the reason we haven’t been visited is due to a large challenge at the end of this filter which no sentient species has made it through.

Normally, the filter is theorized to be nuclear weapons or similar planet destroying armaments. However in this extremely (and soon to be UN-funded) hot take, author and super-genius Karla Lant argues it might be due to climate change.

Futurism:

Climate change, if it is allowed to continue, will eventually devastate much of life on Earth as we know it. It was the remarkably stable climate of the past 12,000 years or so that has allowed human civilization to flourish, benefitting from agriculture and eventually industrialization (although ironically that may also be our undoing).

Recent research points to several characteristics of species more likely to survive the rigors of a planet ravaged by climate change: two of the most vital being an indiscriminate palate and a rapid reproductive cycle. Therefore, humans are basically the opposite of the types of creatures considered to be prime survivors.

In other words, although things wouldn’t unfold in the same ways on different planets, it’s possible that there are so many hurdles for life to clear that other civilizations haven’t made it.

If this theory is correct, that would mean… Fuck, the only remaining aliens are tree-hugging hippies.

The future has never been gayer.

However, if climate change can be a filter, then so too can immigration. Consider it: immigration leads to lower fertility, lower IQ, lower social trust, violence, rape and destruction of society… Perhaps that is a civilizational challenge that all sufficiently evolved lifeforms must face?

We even call them illegal aliens.

I want to believe.