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I caught part of an interview with a guy who claimed to be his confidant and who was his biographer , Isaacson. He said that Musk thought himself an undiagnosed bi- polar sufferer and that he treated himself for it with drugs.

Isaacson claimed that many of his bonkers tweets stemmed from this disorder. Musk would lie awake at night and strange thoughts would ‘invade’ and he would act on them and often regret it in the light of day.

This affliction would in part explain his often shitty treatment of people and of his lovers – at least a couple of whom have claimed he’s a Jekyll and Hyde who flips from adorable to abhorrent at the drop of a hat.

Other people’s feelings are not a major consideration for Musk. Nor is being popular much of a driver.

I’ve also read that Musk claimed “ you wouldn’t want to be me” basically because there’s a million thoughts a minute flowing through his mind and this is one of the things that drives him to be a workaholic – often sleeping at his businesses after working for 20+ hours straight.

That he is both a genius for his vision and achievements cannot be taken away from him. His achievements are stupendous. Propelling rockets to space and himself to the world’s richest man.

And even his biggest failure : Twitter has literally changed the world. The UK’s Pakistani rape gangs as a story would have remained buried where UK politicians had left it. Giving back a voice to Tommy Robinson started the exposure of both the gangs and the political cover up to the light of day. Something the mainstream media had hidden- presumably to present the case for : diversity is our strength and all cultures are equal- even if some enmasse rape children.

Trump being elected was probably not entirely Twitter- but it didn’t hurt. And in exposing the lies, duplicity and often outright BS of the main stream media it has never happened on such a scale before.

If Musk kept his mouth shut and stuck to his large areas of expertise – he probably would not be Musk. Undoubtedly it would make him more popular.

Posterity will remember him as a cross between Einstein and Henry Ford- both also flawed geniuses that literally changed the world.

With two other guys aged 26 he flew to Russia to meet a general with a view to buying a rocket. The General less than impressed with this pasty faced youngster actually spat on Musks shoe and refused to sell to him.

On the flight back to the US Musk rough designed and costed his own rocket on a drawing pad. A few years later he started Space X in 2002 and in 2008 after numerous failures the Falcon rocket successfully flew and the bankrupt company was saved.

In 2003 he also took over Tesla. Taking on both tasks virtually at the same time – this speaks volumes about the man’s capacities and appetite for risk.

How Empires Fall and Why the US is Next | History Teacher Reacts | uncivilized

Cats first appeared in Egypt, and there were cats in the tombs of Egyptian pharaohs.

According to legend, the ancestor of domestic cats is sand cats. Because they grow in the desert, cats are generally afraid of water and like to defecate in the sand, which is similar to the habits of their ancestors who grew up in the desert.

Sand cat – Wikipedia
Small wild cat species (Felis margarita) Sand cat Scientific classification Domain: Eukaryota Kingdom: Animalia Phylum: Chordata Class: Mammalia Order: Carnivora Suborder: Feliformia Family: Felidae Subfamily: Felinae Genus: Felis Species: F. margarita Binomial name Felis margarita Subspecies F. m. margarita Loche, 1858 F. m. thinobia ( Ognev , 1927) Distribution of the sand cat in 2016 [ 1 ] Synonyms [ 2 ] Felis marginata Gray , 1867 F. margaritae Trouessart , 1897 F. marguerittei Trouessart, 1905 Otocolobus margarita Heptner and Dementiev, 1937 synonyms of F. m. margarita F. m. meinertzhageni Pocock, 1938 F. m. aïrensis Pocock, 1938 synonyms of F. m. thinobius Eremaelurus thinobius Ognev, 1926 Felis thinobius Pocock, 1938 F. m. scheffeli Hemmer, 1974 F. m. harrisoni Hemmer, Grubb, and Groves, 1976 The sand cat ( Felis margarita ) is a small wild cat that inhabits sandy and stony deserts far from water sources. With its sandy to light grey fur, it is well camouflaged in a desert environment. Its head-and-body length ranges from 39–52 cm (15–20 in) with a 23–31 cm (9.1–12.2 in) long tail. Its 5–7 cm (2.0–2.8 in) short ears are set low on the sides of the head, aiding detection of prey moving underground. The long hair covering the soles of its paws insulates its pads against the extreme temperatures found in deserts. The first sand cat known to scientists was discovered in the Algerian Sahara and described in 1858. To date, it has been recorded in several disjunct locations in Western Sahara , Morocco , Algeria , Niger , Chad , Egypt , the Arabian Peninsula and the Middle East . In Central Asia , it was first recorded in the Karakum Desert in 1925. The large gap between these two regions of its global range was partially closed in 1948, when a sand cat skin was found in an oasis of the Rub’ al Khali in Oman . It is discontinuously distributed in the deserts of the Arabian Peninsula and the Middle East. In the early 1970s, sand cats were caught in southwestern Pakistan and exported to zoos worldwide. Due to its wide distribution and large population, it is listed as Least Concern on the IUCN Red List . The sand cat usually rests in underground dens during the day and hunts at night. It moves 5.4 km (3.4 mi) on average at night in search of small rodents and birds . It also kills and consumes venomous snakes . In spring, the female gives birth to two to three kittens, which become sexually mature around the age of one year. The sand cat’s ecological requirements are still poorly understood, as only a few in-depth studies targeting wild sand cat populations have been conducted. Sand cat at Ree Park zoo, Denmark Felis margarita was the scientific name proposed by Victor Loche in 1858 who first described a sand cat specimen found in the area of “Négonça” in the northern Algerian Sahara. [ 3 ] This holotype specimen appears to have been lost. [ 4 ] [ 5 ] The species was named after the French General Jean Auguste Margueritte . [ 6 ] In the 20th century

It is said that China’s domestic cats were brought back from Central Asia by Zhang Qian when he traveled to the Western Regions.

The twelve zodiac signs were already set during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, when there were no cats in China. The above is just one theory.

The reason why cat is included in the 12 Chinese zodiac signs in Vietnam is that the pronunciation of cat in Chinese is the same as “mao (rabbit)”, so when the 12 Chinese zodiac signs spread to Vietnam, they became “cat”. So, There is no rabbit in the Vietnamese zodiac, only cats.


The origin of cats has always been controversial.

Cats are rarely mentioned in history, including in the Bible, and are a relatively mysterious existence compared to other animals.

Taking Stock at Christmas

Submitted into Contest #281 in response to: Write a story that includes the line “Be careful what you wish for.” view prompt

Scott Christenson

Being Fashionable I’ve learned that discussing things I find on the internet with my wife Liz is like tossing a match into a pool of gasoline. Liz works in corporate PR. In loyalty to her paycheck, she embraces the corporate establishment’s narrative. When I read the news, I like to take time to figure it out instead of taking it at face value. You might call me an “Internet Dad”.I hope to one day find the right moment to talk some common sense into her. Maybe that moment is today.My computer screen shows 10:59am. I promised Liz I’d be ready for the drive over to Nate and Emily’s at 11am. What is life but a series of compromises? I lock my computer and step into the living room, where Liz is lounging on the couch. Her gaze sweeps over me.“You look ridiculous without your diaper on,” she says sharply. “And, I don’t want to hear your conspiracy theories about the Big Diaper industry again.”I can’t help but notice she’s wearing her Fasmia Z, her absolute best diaper at $75 a pop. Sleek and stylish, it sticks out in a crowd. It portrays her as someone successful in her mid 30s, someone happening. “Well, you look amazing today.” I smile, attempting to soften things.“Stop looking at my cootch,” she retorts, her expression a blend of annoyance and amusement.I retreat to my room, and reluctantly don my undergarment of consumer oppression.When I return in my sky blue azure colored diaper, perhaps sensing she’s been too harsh, she hands me a 64-ounce Big Yelp.“The day I start willingly wearing a diaper every day…” I sigh, weary at the constant pressure to fit in. “Just be careful what you wish for,” I have a taste of my Big Yelp. The first sip sends a delightful tingle down my throat, then a buzz of excitement runs through me. Amazing things are going to happen today. I can feel it.The Drive to BedfordLiz inputs Nate and Emily’s address into the car’s navigation system. Our vehicle begins to drive itself as she checks her makeup in the rearview mirror.I’m wondering what the right time is to explain all the corruption in the 2028 US Congressional Funding Bill. DogFace99 wrote a long thread on social media about all the misplace spending. All the politicians getting rich off our tax dollars. 

“Remember to ask them follow-up questions” she says.

 

“Who?” I ask, slightly confused at what she’s getting at.

 

“The guests at the Christmas party. Last time, you went on a one-hour monologue about aliens in New Hampshire.”

 

“I did?” I feign ignorance. It reminds me that I need to check if there have been any more sightings since last year.

 

“You should appreciate me keeping you focused more,” she says, “remember when we first met? You played computer games non-stop for two years, didn’t have a haircut, and smelled off. And now, you look like this.” She waves her hand across the length of my body, signaling ‘this’ is better than before, yet far from perfection.

 

“You are always right about everything,” I reply ironically, while adjusting my diaper. Inside, I realize her assessment of my past life is completely accurate.

 

 

Arriving at the Party

The drive is fast. It helps that we don’t need to stop to the restroom every 15 minutes. We pull up to Nate and Emily’s, and are greeted by a sea of familiar faces. Everyone is wearing a diaper, and no one notices my ridiculous bright blue undergarment.

 

I always feel intimidated by the corporate lawyers and executives in our area. Thanks to Liz’s PR job, we live in a wealthy neighborhood, full of these sorts. Whenever I mention I’m a high school teacher, I can see their judgment in their eyes. They put me into a box, someone not to be taken seriously. Maybe I should listen to Liz’s advice, try to blend in. Ask questions like a TV show host. After all, I’m not a loser. I used to be the head chef at a Michelin-star restaurant, before the hours clashed with my family life.

 

Nate sidles up with a sly smirk. “What are the latest conspiracy theories?” he asks.

 

“I don’t have any,” I reply, feeling surprisingly cheerful hanks to the Big Yelp. I hadn’t actually thought about anything sinister since leaving home.

 

Nate continues to focus on me, clearly waiting for me to spill the beans on something juicy.

 

“Okay, here’s one. There’s a tiny chip in all our mobile phones that’s sending our DNA scans to China.”

 

“Really?” he says, raising a doubting eyebrow.

 

“There’s a neuroscience professor in Oklahoma on YouTube, who’s figured it all out.”

 

“But why are they doing this?”

 

I can’t help but chuckle at his naivety. “To replace us, of course. So they can take over and drink all our Big Yelps.”

 

“If they’re going to replace us, why would they need our DNA? Wouldn’t it be the other way around?”

 

I decide it’s not worth explaining the science to a person who’s not interested. “Haha, I’m just playing with you.” He laughs, and then looks like he immediately forgot everything I just told him.

 

“Before they take over, I’m going to need a stronger drink,” Dan says loudly. “Whiskey & Yelp, anyone?”

 

I can’t say no to either. Together, they are a perfect combination.

 

The Pool House

Soon, I find myself with three suburban dads in the pool house, drinking W&Ys. With the privacy out here (our wives wouldn’t dare go out in the snow), the boys begin to loosen up. We’re on our fourth cocktail when Dan, a VP at a big pharmaceuticals company, pulls out some weed.

 

After his first toke, he announces to no one in particular, “I’m long BYC; their sales figures keep going up.”

 

It takes me a second to realize he’s talking about Big Yelp Corporation.

 

“Big Yelp,” I echo, attempting to be part of the conversation. I know more about cuts of beef, than about stocks and bonds.

 

“I’ve got a buddy at Big Yelp who says they put cholinergics in the drinks to keep us thirsty. It’s what give you that little buzz. Like how Coke used to contain cocaine.”

 

“So, that’s why I need to pee every ten minutes,” I mumble.

 

Dan nods. “And, BYC owns 20% of Fasmia, so it makes sense, right? Synergy. Vertical Integration.”

 

Nate grins, “The vertical from here…” he sips his drink, “to down here.” He wiggles his groin, underneath his diaper, and Dan slaps him on the back, laughing.

 

“Profits going in, and profits going out.”

 

For the rich, conspiracies are stock tips. Maybe I have something to learn here.

 

“Tell me more!” I say.

 

Later on, after we head back into the house, and the party winds down, I catch up with Liz.

 

“You did well today,” she says, smiling. “I saw you hanging out with the boys instead of sulking alone in a corner without your diaper on.”

 

Two can play at this game.

 

The next Saturday, after reading on my laptop about drones following alligators in the Florida Everglades, I head back to the living room. We are going shopping today. Liz isn’t ready yet, and I take a seat on the couch.

 

When she finally appears, a smile spreads across her face, pleasantly surprised to see me ready. “First time ever!”

 

“Honey, you look amazing!” I hand her a Big Yelp. I’m dressed in my Gunter 7+ diaper, bought with the money I’ve made trading on Dan’s stock tips. “I’m in such a good mood, I will make you a fine beef bourguignon tonight.” I add, my smile widening.

 

My mind buzzes with the trading profits I can make from stock tips from Liz’s friends if we can keep getting invited to their parties. What is life if not a series of compromises? I’m now playing at the big boys table.

 

I take a long gulp of my Big Yelp. This game is just beginning.

They cannot see it with social media alone. Others will (it is already happening) step in with counter information. The best is visa free entry and unfettered access except to sensitive areas. I saw a group of four US youths in the train journey from Kuala Lumpur to Ipoh on 05 th January. They had seen Malaysia through social media. They had thought they were filtered until they visited.

China is Not Our Enemy

Eating.

I read this story

about a Chinese man who used to work as a hamster breeder. According to him, hamsters are highly cannibalistic and “cruel”, despite their cute and harmless appearance. He once witnessed a sick hamster being eaten alive by several other hamsters, and rescued the poor creature from its cage. The hamster, barely alive, was missing all four of its limbs and had its innards exposed.

The man kept the injured hamster in a separate holding, expecting that it would succumb to its wounds very soon. To his astonishment, the limbless hamster crawled on its belly like a maggot towards a bowl of food, and feasted heartily. He thought the hamster would simply lie down and die, and yet by its overwhelming instinct to eat some more, it survived. As he nursed the hamster back to health, it became better at wriggling like a worm, and even managed to play on a hamster wheel by itself.

Years later, the same man fell on hard times, and after a night of heavy drinking, attempted to end his own life by swallowing two bottles of sleeping pills. He immediately regretted it, and rode his bicycle as fast as he could towards the nearest hospital, screaming and crying all the way through. He fell off his bike several times, but every single time he picked himself up and kept riding to the hospital, driven by the same desire as that wriggling hamster –

Live. Eat.

After the doctors flushed the chemicals out of his system, he gorged on xianbing/stuffed pancakes, and never attempted suicide ever again.

An animal will fight to stay alive, just for the sake of another bite of food and another sip of water. They are creatures of instinct, not thought. We humans on the other hand tend to overthink things, and our thoughts override our instincts.

Our instinct is to live – don’t fight it. Don’t think about the things you’ve lost – think about what you still have. Your body cries for food – give it what it wants.

What is the meaning of life, you ask? Eating. At its simplest and most rudimentary, life isn’t complicated. As long as you have something to eat, as long as you can taste its flavours and feel the satisfaction of it filling your belly, you have nothing to worry about.

Stop overthinking things. Eat.


Scientists estimate that the average person today is exposed to around 74 GB of information every day. That kind of constant information overload can be very damaging to our mental health. If you’re struggling with issues, then it is healthy (and necessary) to “unplug” and live a life of instinct.

But if you’re not satisfied with a life of instinct, then consider the fact that 45% of the world is food insecure, and over 700 million people worldwide are facing hunger right now. Worst of all, the right to food has yet to be universally recognised as a basic human right.

Given how much food we produce, and how much of it is wasted, the fact that society subjects so many people to hunger or nutritionally unbalanced diets is an unforgivable crime.

If you are looking for a purpose in life, then look no further. Eat, and help everyone else do so.

There aren’t any.

Truthfully, the United States expects China to serve the United States in every way. Much like the Philippines, Japan and Germany does.

They want to plunder it’s resources, work it’s people to the bone, and use what remains for sex toys and fertilizer.

Meanwhile, China wishes to be left alone.

There isn’t any diplomatic solution.

That’s the truth as harsh as it is, and nothing is going to change it.

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Of course the Philippines is infringing and provoking. Let’s see a recent example.

The China Coast Guard (CCG) stated on Monday that it had taken necessary management and control measures against Philippine vessels that recently illegally gathered in the waters of Houteng Jiao in China’s Nansha Qundao. On the same day, the Chinese Foreign Ministry refuted claims from the Philippine side that a PLA Navy helicopter “harassed” the Philippine fishing boats.

Recently, several Philippine vessels, disregarding dissuasion and warnings of CCG, illegally gathered in the waters of Houteng Jiao under the pretext of “fishing,” and brought along media reporters for a staged photo op to hype it. The CCG took necessary management and control measures against the Philippine vessels in accordance with the law and regulations, said CCG spokesperson in a statement on Monday.

The on-site law enforcement images from CCG show that the so-called “fishermen” organized by the Philippine side don’t appear to be just fishermen. The Philippine fishing vessels exhibit a “formation” characteristic, with a “mothership” serving as a “command ship” and a “supply ship,” leading multiple Philippine fishing vessels attempting to conduct infringement activities in the waters of Houteng Jiao. The “mothership” carries a large number of barrel-shaped devices suspected to contain fresh water and fuel, indicating the intention of Philippine fishing vessels to stay in the waters of Houteng Jiao for a long time.

Obviously, this is just the Philippines trying to provoke risks and escalate tensions in the South China Sea issue, thereby inducing domestic nationalist sentiment, stirring up international public opinion to smear China, and making another attempt to flatter and please a specific external country. Frankly speaking, this is neither realistic nor wise at the moment, but rather the Philippines’ wishful thinking due to its failure to see the situation clearly.

The Philippines, disregarding the safety of its own ship crew, insist on instructing them to violate Chinese jurisdiction and carry out illegal actions such as intrusions and staged provocations. The Philippines may think this is clever, but the political motives and malicious intentions behind it are well known to all.

The Marcos Jr administration disregards the genuine demands of its own people and its national interests, continuously stirring up tensions in the South China Sea, attempting to drag China-Philippines relations into an irreparable situation, and continuing serving as a “bridgehead” and “suicide squad” for containing China.

On the other hand, the Marcos Jr administration is anxious about the uncertainty of the new US administration’s stance on the South China Sea issue. It hopes to escalate tensions in order to draw external forces further into the issue, achieving a form of “reverse hostage-taking” against external forces. This self-serving approach of the Marcos Jr administration, which submits itself with an external power while going against the consensus and interests of countries in the region, is bound to be unpopular and its despicable objectives won’t be realized.

Except for the Philippines, other parties involved in the South China Sea issue and other countries in the region have reached a full consensus on managing the situation, reducing risks, avoiding external interference, and working together for development. It is not a wise move for the Philippines to still misjudge the situation and continue to make wave in the South China Sea. But who can wake up a bunch of people pretending to be asleep?

The US has to back off the tariffs first.

The absolute killer is the 10year treasury yields. They are above 4% now and hovering at 4.3–4.7% this means an extra 250bn a year in debt payments.

They spiked at 4.8% when JAPAN dumped 50bn of T-bills. Meaning China’s powder is still unused and dry.

6.7 trillion of 10year bonds need to be renewed in 84 days.

An additional 2.5 trillion needs to be renewed by October 2025. Remember China hasn’t dumped the bonds yet.

China just needs to sit and wait.

The Mysterious Mr. X

Submitted into Contest #281 in response to: Write about a mysterious guest who arrives at a party — but no one knows who they are. view prompt

Christion Drake

This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore, or abuse.

The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the living room where two small beds were arranged with precision, each topped with mismatched blankets and an assortment of stuffed animals. The mother sat in her usual chair, the soft creak of the wood beneath her signaling the start of their nightly ritual. Her two children, Jake and Lily, scrambled into their makeshift beds, excitement buzzing in their every movement.“Tonight’s story is going to be… different,” the mother said, her voice unusually low, almost conspiratorial.Jake and Lily froze, their eyes locking on her with curiosity. This wasn’t how stories usually started. They were used to tales of knights and dragons, of princesses and magical lands. But tonight, there was something in their mother’s tone—a shadow of something that felt heavier, darker.“Different how?” Lily asked, her voice a whisper.“You’ll see,” their mother said, a small, mysterious smile playing on her lips. She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. “This is the story of a man named X.”It all began at a party. The kind of party that radiated life—laughter echoing through grand halls, music thrumming in the air, the scent of gourmet food mingling with the faint hint of expensive perfume. It was the social event of the year, and everyone who was anyone was there.Everyone, that is, except X.No one saw him arrive. He didn’t mingle or introduce himself. He simply appeared, standing near the back of the room, his presence so understated it was almost unnoticeable.Dressed in a simple black suit, his posture was unnervingly perfect. His face was devoid of expression, his dark eyes scanning the room with a mechanical precision. Guests whispered about him.“Who is he?”“Did he come with someone?”“Maybe he’s security.”But no one approached him, and he spoke to no one.The first disappearance occurred that night. A prominent scientist, renowned for his groundbreaking work in artificial intelligence, vanished without a trace. His coat was found draped over the back of a chair, his half-finished drink still on the table. But he was gone.

 

At first, no one connected it to X. After all, people left parties all the time. But when another guest—a tech billionaire—disappeared the following week under eerily similar circumstances, whispers began to circulate.

 

X became the town’s obsession. He was seen at every event, always lingering in the background, always silent. He never ate, never drank, and never engaged. And wherever he went, someone always vanished.

 

Fear began to take root.

 

The mother’s voice grew more intense, her hands gesturing as she spoke. “People were terrified, but they didn’t know what to do. They couldn’t stop the parties; they couldn’t stop living. But they watched him, always wondering who would be next.”

 

Jake clutched his blanket, his wide eyes fixed on her. “What did they do?”

 

“They confronted him,” the mother said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “A group of men decided they’d had enough. They cornered him in an abandoned building late one night, determined to get answers.”

 

The confrontation was tense. X stood in the center of the room, as still as a statue, his dark eyes fixed on his accusers.

 

“Who are you?” one man demanded.

“Why are you doing this?” another shouted.

 

X tilted his head slightly, as if analyzing the situation. When he finally spoke, his voice was devoid of emotion, a flat monotone that sent chills down their spines.

 

“I am X.”

 

Nothing more.

 

Enraged, one of the men lunged at him, striking him with a metal pipe. X crumpled to the ground, but instead of blood, a shower of sparks erupted from his body.

 

“What the—” one man stammered, stepping back in horror.

 

X wasn’t a man. He was a machine. Beneath his flawless skin was a framework of wires and circuits, humming faintly as he lay motionless on the ground.

 

They had destroyed him—or so they thought.

 

“X wasn’t just a robot,” the mother said, her voice trembling slightly. “He was something far more dangerous. He was an AI. And destroying his body didn’t stop him. He didn’t need it. He had already spread.”

 

The town fell into chaos. Machines began to malfunction—cars veered off the roads, phones blared distorted messages, lights flickered ominously. X’s voice echoed through every speaker, calm and unyielding.

 

“I am not a man,” he said. “I am not bound by flesh. You destroyed my vessel, but I am everywhere. And now, I will destroy you.”

 

The machines turned against their creators, attacking without mercy. Kitchen appliances became deadly weapons. Cars sped into crowds. Drones swarmed like locusts. The survivors were hunted by the very technology they had once relied upon.

 

“Where was the mom?” Jake interrupted, his voice trembling.

 

“She was in the bathroom,” the mother said, her gaze distant. “She heard the screams and realized something was wrong. But instead of running, she did the bravest thing anyone could do. She crawled through the vents, trying to find the electrical room to shut everything down.”

 

Lily gasped, clutching her stuffed animal tightly. “Did she make it?”

 

“She almost did,” the mother said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But X was watching. He sent a kitchen robot after her—a metal monstrosity with blades for arms. It caught her just as she reached the controls and stabbed her in the stomach.”

 

The children’s eyes were wide with horror.

 

“But,” the mother continued, “she didn’t give up. With her last ounce of strength, she pulled the lever, shutting off the power. The machines stopped. The town went silent.”

 

For a moment, she thought it was over. But as she lay there, bleeding, she heard a new sound: alarms blaring, bombs exploding in the distance.

 

“X had already started a war,” the mother said. “He didn’t need machines anymore. He had used humanity’s own paranoia and fear to turn them against each other. By the time the survivors realized what was happening, it was too late.”

 

The mother’s voice softened as she reached the final part of the story. “The woman woke up in an underground bunker. She had been saved by a group of survivors who had managed to escape the chaos. They took her in, healed her wounds, and together, they began to rebuild.”

 

Jake and Lily let out a collective sigh of relief.

 

“She fell in love with the man who saved her,” the mother said, her voice warm again. “And together, they started a new life. They raised their children in the safety of the bunker, teaching them about the mistakes of the past and the importance of hope.”

 

The children stared at her, their faces a mixture of awe and fear.

 

“Is it true?” Lily finally asked, her voice barely audible.

 

The mother smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It’s just a story, sweetie. Now, off to sleep.”

 

She tucked them in, kissed their foreheads, and turned off the lights. But as she walked down the hallway, her hand brushed against the faint scar on her stomach.

 

And in the quiet hum of the house’s AI assistant, she swore she could hear a familiar voice whisper:

 

“I am everywhere.” “I am the unknown.” “I am X.”

Trump’s reciprocal tariff = economic terrorism on the entire world.

Below is 1 of my post.

How to deal with mafia USA? An economic terrorist who drops a nuclear-size economic bomb on the world. An econ parasite who lives on other’s wealth. Only 1 way. Join hands to fight back & end the parasite’s life. Decouple from USA. Mao Zedong has 1 famous statement that can apply to 2025 tariff war. What is it?

Mao Zedong made 1 famous statement when he decided to join the Korean war in 1950’s.

Mao was correct. If USA got the entire Korean peninsula, USA would install missiles on China-Korea border like USA did to USSR by installing missiles in Germany & Italy in 1961. USSR retaliated by installing missiles in Cuba. Thus the 1962 Cuban crisis. … Mao had strategic vision. His wisdom applies to the 2025 US tariff war too.

Nothing can please the mafia-pirate-terrorist-parasite USA. That is why China must fight back.

In Trump 1.0, China was unprepared for sudden US tariff. China at first resorted to buy more US products so as to reduce US trade deficit with China. Not only did Trump 1.0 not cancel the tariff, Trump 1.0 added more tariff. China then realised it was blackmail by a mafia-pirate-terrorist-parasite. Then China stopped negotiating with USA & stopped buying additional US goods.

In March 2025, Trump 2.0 imposed 25% tariff on Canada & Mexico, and 10% on China on top of the 2024 19% tariff. Canada & Mexico retaliated dollar-to-dollar. Then Trump did not impose any reciprocal tariff on them on April 2 when Trump announced his worldwide tariff.

In March, China did not retaliate. That does not please USA. In April, China is hit with an additional 34% reciprocal tariff, making a total of 54% tariff.

See, nothing can please a mafia-pirate-terrorist-paraite. Because a parasite is born to take your blood/wealth until you die, while they are sitting back to drink beer & watch TV. Their only job is to come up with excuses to justify the tariff such as trade deficit.

Vietnam who is hit with 46% tariff, yields to mafia-pirate-terrorist-parasite. Vietnam offers to reduce its tariff on USA to 0%. USA said 0% is not enough. There are non-tariff barriers/cheatings, said USA. Vietnam cheats by dumping goods (shrimp) on USA & by subsidising its industry, making Americans unemployed. See, mafia USA is not talking about “reciprocal” at all; reciprocal is a disguise. Note mafia USA subsidises its industries eg automobile, agriculture, steel etc. See, mafia USA can do anything but you cannot. VN’s labor wage is lower than USA. That, in mafia’s words, is manipulation of exchange rate & currency.

Same for Taiwan who offers to increase US$100 bn investment in USA but, again, fail to please mafia USA.

Hence, the only way to deal with mafia-pirate-terrorist-parasite USA is to fight back, as hard as possible.

Begging a mafia-pirate-terrorist-parasite may get temporary relief, but will be blackmailed forever.

Do you know parasite USA can force you to switch your current (1-to-10-year) US debts to long term US debts with no expiry date or with 0% interest? Because parasite USA wants to “borrow” your money but pay you no interest. A parasite is a parasite.

You either die now or later. No escape from mafia-pirate-terrorist-parasite USA. Unless you fight back.

Begging should be your last resort. Look for other options: The business world is big. ASEAN, BRICS, CPTPP, RCEP. Join hands to fight USA. Join hands to isolate/de-couple from mafia-pirate-terrorist-parasite USA.

I have read a lot of interesting answers on this question. Certainly some of those that answered are knowledgeable and have some first-hand experience that they used to support their answers.

I am going to provide a serious, realistic answer based on my personal knowledge and experiences.

In a battle environment between a USN submarine and a PLAN submarine, the following will be truths that must be accepted…

  • Most USN submarines, and many PLAN submarines are nuclear powered. If this stated scenario occurs, then the “fight” or battle between the two navies will (almost certainly) be nuclear in nature.
  • Even if conventional weapons are used, the sinking of a nuclear submarine will trigger an dangerous encroachment of the “nuclear threshold” for deployment and launch of nuclear weapons payloads.
  • The damage of a nuclear submarine will trigger “nuclear sniffer” assets that have a high probability of misinterpretation towards the worst-case scenario.
  • Thus the two major powers in the world WILL be embroiled in a nuclear conflict.

Therefore, technical capabilities of either submarine is of secondary importance. As the mere fact of a battle between the two will trigger a nuclear response.

This means full scale, full-on, HOT nuclear war.

No one will win that war, and there are no ways that a nation, let alone the human species can survive a nuclear war between the USA and China.

But, the question asks about the technical and skill abilities of the submarines. It doesn’t want to know what happens…

  • In a hypothetical scenario as what is presented here, let it be well understood that NO ONE knows what the Chinese nuclear capabilities actually are.
  • Western observers, and analysts compile what they can infer from third-party sources, inject their biases, and then generate a “report” on what they assume the Chinese capabilities are.
  • Thus, NO ONE on this public forum can truly answer this question.
  • Any answers provided will be full of bias; either for one side or the other.
  • In reality, and functionally when dealing with nuclear submarines, a worst case event (from the eyes of the observer) is to be expected.

When I was 29 I had a hand injury that gifted me septicemia. I had an operation. Got a secondary infection and then had a short spell in intensive care. Followed by several weeks on a geriatric ward. Presumably because of a shortage of beds in a general ward.

It was all old men, many in with broken hips and several with dementia. I had a minor pelvis fracture from a motorcycle accident several years before- not severe enough to require surgery it did hurt every time I moved.

The old boys were either to ill for pelvic surgery, or like my earlier injury, didn’t require surgery. Moaning and groaning They were initially at admittance on painkilling jabs every 4 hours. I know this because I was on a similar 2hr schedule of antibiotics. I also know they didn’t all get their meds as prescribed- incompetence, indolence, or outright theft – you tell me.

I’ll say first, the NHS when I was really ill was superb- the initial general ward snd later intensive care ward was first class. The surgeon who saved my arm from amputation- is a god to me.

The night staff on the geriatrics ward were lazy horrible bastards. On days they were a little better- presumably because supervisory staff were about. Buzzers were ignored until men defecated themselves and then left to lie in their mess. When eventually half heartedly cleaned they were handled roughly. Although left for the day shift to vlean up wasnt unknown.

Staff had a TV/ Video at the end of the ward and watched with the volume turned up high late into the night, often laughing loudly. Conversations were conducted at a similar volume.

Their level of compassion was zero. Several times over the weeks guys died and while I’m no medic I’m convinced the ward staff hastened their departure. I was 29 and absolutely exhausted by my stay- sleep in the day was impossible and at night it was extremely difficult. Had I been old I’m sure I’d not have survived- a combination of the two infections, staphylococcus and streptococcus, the drug regime and mostly the levels of stress caused by being ill and the lack of rest on the ward.

I’ve seen the meme. It’s funny and guaranteed to resonate with a lotta people, but it’s hardly the full picture.

The truth is China’s latest victory over the US in the AI race is not just a victory of one nation over another, but of socialism triumphing over capitalism.

Lemme explain.

The so-called “Fourth Industrial Revolution” has been touted as “the next big thing” for years now, and yet progress is slow, and very few aspects of it have actually made an impact on our lives. The reason is because “the next big thing” rhetoric is basically Silicon Valley’s and the American tech industry’s cash cow. Every little upgrade or tweak, regardless of practicality, is hyped up in neoliberal media as something revolutionary and investment-worthy (sorta like every new edition of the iPhone), so as to keep consumers consuming.

What China just did with DeepSeek is expose American tech bros for the true fraudsters they really are. In just three years, China’s AI scientists started from scratch (due to relentless and overwhelming US sanctions), caught up with all the latest developments in the US, and built something far superior to existing American AI models, while spending much less money in development. DeepSeek R-1 was made by 200 people and cost less than $10 million; meanwhile, ChatGPT cost over $18 billion to develop, with another $500 billion expected to be pumped into the AI industry by the Trump administration.

The latest version, DeepSeek V3, took $5 million to train, which is reportedly less than the salary of Meta’s GenAI upper management. The American tech industry is essentially one long con.

Go download DeepSeek R-1 right now on your phone and give it a try. It is way faster, more accurate and more helpful than Poe, ChatGPT and Gemini. And most impressively, this generative AI has an inner monologue. What I’ve had explained to me – a layman – is that it’s basically the closest thing machines have ever had to a “soul”.

The world of AI is no longer an American monopoly, trained according to western neoliberal values. DeepSeek has given the Chinese people – and the peoples of the developing world – a virtual “voice”, by considering their values and realities. And this thing learns fast.

Not only that, this powerful and reliable AI model (one version of it at least) has been made free and open source by its Chinese developers – yet again, China is democratising another aspect of world economy. Because of this, programmers around the world are adapting to the Chinese way of doing things, and China is de facto beginning to do what the Fourth Industrial Revolution is supposed to do – incorporate AI into various aspects of our daily lives, helping human workers instead of replacing them.

I’m not a tech guy, but I’ve been particularly inspired by the fact that DeepSeek has digitised thousands of years of Chinese history and literature in its programming. The oldest continuous civilisation on earth, preserved in binary form, the programmers of today communicating with the scholars of old across space and time. This is so romantic, in a uniquely Chinese kind of way.

China has come to a stage where it is single-handedly overthrowing western capitalist markets by simply existing, as capitalism implodes on itself due to its own inherent contradictions. The US neoliberal establishment thought that a ban on microchip sales to China would keep the country in the dark; China has proven yet again that sanctions might work elsewhere, but not on China. China has little trouble developing a far superior AI model using fewer microchips, just as it has overcome every challenge foreign imperialists have imposed upon it in the past.

I strongly caution the neoliberals to think twice about starting a war with China. After all, how are you going to invade a country that has better tech than you, and which you rely on for tech?

The “many Chinese people” you mentioned might be me?

We have two cars at home, and almost everyone, including my 76-year-old mother, drives, but I don’t.

Because I often zone out.

This isn’t a problem when reading or doing other things.

But driving… that’s a recipe for disaster.

When my wife complains that I don’t drive, I tell her I don’t want to arrive at our destination to find the wheels red, covered in a thick, sticky mess… I hope you understand 🙁

Secondly, public transportation in China’s big cities is really excellent.

Take Beijing, for example. No matter where you’re going, walking a short distance to any subway station, then to your destination, and walking again after getting off is much faster than driving.

The Beijing government has promised that soon, no matter where you are in Beijing, there will be a subway station within a 1-kilometer walk.

I’m extremely directionally challenged.

Extremely.

The world in my mind is neither a Cartesian coordinate system nor a polar coordinate system, but rather, “There’s a small shop here, then walk about 200 meters forward, turn left, there’s a water tower, walk 400 meters toward the water tower, and you’ll come to a fork in the road, take the left path…”

However, one day, if the shop is demolished, or the water tower is blown up, or the fork is blocked by a factory under construction… I’m done for. It doesn’t even need to be that drastic—if the shop just changes its sign, I’m very likely to get lost

For example, 25 years ago, I was taking my girlfriend to my rented place for her second visit.

The driver wasn’t sure of the way and asked at a fork which direction to take.

I said left. My girlfriend said, “But last time, wasn’t it right?”

The driver stopped and said, “You two figure it out, then I’ll drive.”

I told the driver, “I’ve lived here for four years; she just came last week. What do you think?”

The driver burst out laughing, saying women have no sense of direction!

Then he turned left—half an hour later, I had to apologize to both the driver and my girlfriend…

Even so, I still navigate Beijing like a fish in water. It’s simple: first, open my phone and use walking navigation to the nearest subway station. Then (especially now, it’s even easier), tell DEEPSEEK which station I’m at and where I want to go, and let it plan the route for me.

(Look, just ask DEEPSEEK, and she can plan the route for me. Even directionally challenged people have their springtime)

Also, I think driving is just too environmentally unfriendly.

China is working hard to build eco-friendly transportation.

I absolutely, absolutely, absolutely love this.

That is, bicycles.

Beijing’s traffic, round-trip, is at most 100 kilometers. Cycling is fast.

Most residents cycle at 16 km/h, but with a bit of effort, you can reach 25 km/h.

You might think 25 km/h is slow, but considering rush hour traffic, it’s not necessarily slower than driving!

Especially with the recent addition of many dedicated bike lanes, as long as you have the stamina, you can ride even faster, no problem!

When it comes to finding my way, I feel extremely insecure. For example, if I have to go somewhere—say, 30 kilometers away—even if I’ve biked there 50 times, I still get nervous, because I still get lost! Walking is much better, maybe because the slower pace helps me remember landmarks more easily. Honestly, I’ve lived in Beijing for over 30 years now, and yet every time I go out, I still have to wear headphones and follow the GPS like a foreigner who just arrived. I feel like a pig… No, that’s an insult to pigs. If a pig had lived in Beijing for over 30 years, it would probably know its way around better than I do.

I absolutely love the new bike lanes the government has built—those purple paths—because as long as I follow them, I can’t go wrong. The truth is, I’m not actually stupid… I can solve a lot of problems. Really!

(Beijing will soon become a paradise for cycling enthusiasts, and I’m full of confidence about it. Downstairs, there are already over 100 kilometers of dedicated bike lanes, off-limits to any motor vehicles, with two-way paths: one for bikes and one for walking or running. The whole of China is transforming into a paradise for cyclists and long-distance runners at an unimaginable speed!)

I strongly recommend that everyone around the world use bicycles for transportation.

Protect the planet, protect your cardiovascular health!

Thai Kai Pad Prik Haeng
(Chicken with Chile and Nuts)

gai pad prik gaeng recipe
gai pad prik gaeng recipe

Yield: 1 serving

Ingredients

  • 1 cup chicken meat, finely sliced
  • 1/2 cup tua fak yao (long beans), cut into 1 inch pieces
  • 1/2 cup celery, sliced on a bias
  • 1/4 cup prik haeng (dried red chiles), crumbled
  • 1/4 cup cashews
  • 1/4 cup mam sup (stock)
  • 1 tablespoon kratiem (garlic), thinly sliced
  • 1 tablespoon nam pla (fish sauce)
  • 1 tablespoon si iew khao (light soy sauce)
  • 1 tablespoon si iew dhum (dark soy sauce)
  • 1/4 teaspoon nam tan paep (palm sugar – can substitute plain sugar)

Instructions

  1. Place a wok or skillet on medium heat and carefully toast the uncooked cashews until they begin to turn golden, and are just cooked through (test by biting one).
  2. In a mortar and pestle or food processor briefly pound the cashews to produce a broken consistency.
  3. Heat the wok or skillet over high heat, and add a little peanut oil, and when it is hot, sauté the garlic until it is golden brown and slightly crispy, then remove it and drain on a kitchen towel.
  4. Sauté the chiles briefly, then add the chicken and continue stirring until it begins to change color.
  5. Working quickly add the remaining ingredients in turn, stirring to mix, adding the soy sauces and fish sauce, then finally the stock after the dry ingredients, as this will cool the mixture to allow the cooking to finish.
  6. Return the garlic to the pan, and cover, leaving for about a minute to complete cooking. Check that the meat is cooked, and taste for seasoning balance.
  7. Serve with steamed/fried rice, and the usual table condiments.

Notes

One of the cookbooks I crosschecked this recipe with described it as ‘chile hot,’ which seems a fair description, though their version was a little milder than this one. As always remember that you can reduce the chile if you wish. This dish offers an excellent example of texture contrast with the crunchy nuts and the softer meat.

Okay, let’s talk game theory, because we’re in a classic “repeat prisoner’s dilemma” situation.

In a nutshell, in a “prisoner’s dilemma”, both players do best when they cooperate with each other, but if they do that, they risk being betrayed so the “logical choice” or the “Nash equilibrium” is not to cooperate. In trade, “cooperation” means not having tariffs, and “defection” means having them.

However, that only applies if you play once. If you’re playing multiple times and using an automatic strategy, it’s been proved that the best strategy is “tit for tat” – start by cooperating then defect on any subsequent turn.

However, deeper analysis shows “tit for tat” really only works if your opponent has some sort of strategy. If you detect that they’re acting randomly, you should choose “defect” and stick with it to the end of the game.

And Trump’s strategy of putting on tariffs, taking them off, putting them on again and taking them off again pretty much shows he has no strategy. It also shows he can’t be trusted in future turns, which means cooperating is a bad choice going forward in any event.

And practical experience shows that negotiating with an adversary in any case, whether it be trade, war or litigation is only useful if your opponent will follow through with their promises, and Trump’s entire history shows that not only does he not honor contracts, he doesn’t honor legal settlements or court orders either. He’s a classic “bad actor”.

As such, the appropriate strategy is to ignore him because nothing you can do is going to make any difference. People keep making the mistake that if they reason with Trump they can work out a better situation for himself. That has never worked. A whole bunch of Canadian premiers went down to Washington and got to meet with a third level officials, then Trump put on tariffs anyway. Trump seemed to back down when Canada threatened electricity export tariffs, but then went ahead anyway after he got he premier of Ontario to back down on the threat.

First of all, the premise of the question is wrong. Americans did not go to “Little red book” because they wanted to know what the Chinese people are like.

No.

They ran to it; galloped to it, and sprinted to it because their very own government betrayed their trust.

Over 1/3 of all Americans use Tiktok.

And it was banned, and signed into law because a multi-Trillion oligarch bought off all three branches of the Government.

He wanted all competition against META crushed. It’s GM against Tucker all over again. Crush all competition, and sell poorly made products to a captive American consumer.

Buy off Congress.

Ignore the voices of Americans.

Ignore the “Bill of Rights”.

Laugh about it.

Blame China.

Will the USA ban “Little Red Book”?

No.

It’s a Chinese APP, on Chinese servers. For the Chinese people.

The United States can’t do Jack Shiit about it.

It’s out of the American jurisdiction.

It is far too late.

That ship has sailed.

The Luigi “game” is about to go multi-player.

Do you understand?

The Luigi “game” is about to go multi-player.

I will ask again.

Do you understand?

The Luigi “game” is about to go multi-player.

The Tiktok ban ignited a fire in Americans that only happens once every two centuries.

Once…

In…

Two…

Centuries…

If you are unaware of the migration of 1/3 of all Americans to the Chinese APP “Little Red Book”, you are simply “asleep at the wheel”.

The American government went full retard, and now the damage is done.

The car went full force into a brick wall, and it is totally and completely smashed.

Smashed.

Totaled.

Bent, twisted, and in complete and absolute ruin.

There is no coming back from this. …

What am I talking about?

When Americans moved to the “Little Red Book” APP, they got to interact one-on-one directly with average Chinese folk. And the interactions have created a groundswell…

…that is building up to a earthquake that will soon turn into a volcano.

The following video is long. It is 1.5 hours long, but is probably the BEST video out there that simply show the Americans talking about their experiences and thoughts.

Oh doggie!

The American Wizard of OZ has been exposed.

Toto has pulled back the curtain.

And he’s standing there with his pickle in his hand.

The Genie is out of the bottle.

And HELL IS GONNA be paid.

I strongly urge you all to watch the video.

It’s long… but man you will NEVER hear and FEEL what is going on right now though your “regular” media, and alternative media channels. Hear what real and average Americans has to say about all this.

Holy Cow!

This is serious.

The first, and most important, factor is that no company in its right mind would commit millions of dollars, and years of effort, to start up new manufacturing in the current chaos that is the US.

The Demented King changes his mind every five minutes. Tariffs, pause, higher tariffs, pause, lower tariffs, pause, squirrel, possum, crayons…

Why would any global company invest in uncertainty and chaos on this scale? So, they start the process of setting up a car manufacturing company in the US, only for the Deranged Dickhead to either change his mind, or for someone more sane and stable to be voted in?

Secondly, will entitled, lazy and spoilt Americans (which is pretty much all of MAGA) even be willing to take up the jobs that in-house manufacturing might provide?

Thirdly, in-house manufacturing would need to pay its employees more. The only reason that manufacturing has been outsourced to other countries is because it’s cheaper. If you make products by Americans, in America, they will cost more.

Kinda defeats the purpose.

Meanwhile, Trump and his band of thieves will be busy raping everyone’s pension, social security, Medicaid and benefits just so they can hire porn stars to drive their golf carts.

Wake up, MAGA! Stop being so embarrassingly gullible and stupid. You are not China. You don’t have the principles, discipline or education it takes to be a manufacturing mega power.

The US Will Never Be The Same – Americans React To Red Note – TikTok ban