Valjurai

@valjurai.bsky.social

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INFJ, supposedly. Perl/Python/R/JS/SQL, APIs/DataScience, et cetera. Should be writing. Might be coding up a facebook replacement and/or modeling civilization itself, looking for improvements.

A map showing states that have age verification laws, or those with pending ones.
AI-rendered, pencil-sketch style image of a chain of humanity passing blue buckets of water down a long line from the lower left toward the capital dome of in Washington, D.C. in the upper right.
Chart tracking NERRS stations whose original classifications didn't match later transitions as climate changed over time. Many have regularly missing data, as if they were no operational during the winters.
A crowd of many thousands of people all in one frame, tinted pink with endless pink hats, looking downhill and toward various smithsonian sites along the D.C. national mall
Four normal/gaussian curves describing humanity, as seen from the center, as seen by activists to left or right, and as seen by extremists on the left or right
"Your ‘little men,’ your Nazi friends, were not against National Socialism in principle. Men like me, who were, are the greater offenders, not because we knew better (that would be too much to say) but because we sensed better. Pastor Niemöller spoke for the thousands and thousands of men like me when he spoke (too modestly of himself) and said that, when the Nazis attacked the Communists, he was a little uneasy, but, after all, he was not a Communist, and so he did nothing; and then they attacked the Socialists, and he was a little uneasier, but, still, he was not a Socialist, and he did nothing; and then the schools, the press, the Jews, and so on, and he was always uneasier, but still he did nothing. And then they attacked the Church, and he was a Churchman, and he did something—but then it was too late." "Yes," I said.
"Your friend the baker was right," said my colleague. "The dictatorship, and the whole process of its coming into being, was above all diverting. It provided an excuse not to think for people who did not want to think anyway. I do not speak of your ‘little men,’ your baker and so on; I speak of my colleagues and myself, learned men, mind you. Most of us did not want to think about fundamental things and never had. There was no need to. Nazism gave us some dreadful, fundamental things to think about—we were decent people—and kept us so busy with continuous changes and ‘crises’ and so fascinated, yes, fascinated, by the machinations of the ‘national enemies,’ without and within, that we had no time to think about these dreadful things that were growing, little by little, all around us. Unconsciously, I suppose, we were grateful. Who wants to think? "To live in this process is absolutely not to be able to notice it—please try to believe me—unless one has a much greater degree of political awareness, acuity, than most of us had ever had occasion to develop. Each step was so small, so inconsequential, so well explained or, on occasion, ‘regretted,’ that, unless one were detached from the whole process from the beginning, unless one understood what the whole thing was in principle, what all these ‘little measures’ that no ‘patriotic German’ could resent must some day lead to, one no more saw it developing from day to day than a farmer in his field sees the corn growing. One day it is over his head.
VALT Enterprizes President Karl Hoose (waring a next-gen era starfleet uniform ) speaks on Aug. 8 about his company's success operating at the Presque Isle International Airport and how the new aerospace research park will allow it to expand. Credit: Cameron Levasseur / The County
Group of angry men standing at the top of cliff next to a sign 'Ring bill to piss off liberals.' One happily rings the bell, having stepped out into open air. Another, seen still falling toward the bottom of the frame, says 'I didn't vote for this!'
Oh,. you don't need to fight them - You just need to cinvince the pitckfork people that the torch people want to take away their pitchforks.
One of us always lies and one of us always tells the truth (a scene from Labyrinth)