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They will tell you the embargo is about "democracy." About "human rights." About the Cuban people’s "freedom." For the Cuban people’s freedom, they have spent 66 years making the Cuban people’s lives harder. For the Cuban people’s freedom, they have blocked medicine and food and economic development. For the Cuban people’s freedom, they have maintained a policy their own analysts say strengthens the government they claim to oppose. If this is what concern for the Cuban people looks like from the outside, one wonders what indifference would look like. The stated rationale and the actual mechanism are in complete contradiction. A policy designed to help a population does not function by harming that population. A policy designed to harm a population until its government changes is not a human rights policy. The cruelty is in the policy. The compassion is in the press release.

THE IRS IS COMING FOR SCHOOLS THAT HELP BLACK KIDS AND CALLING IT CIVIL RIGHTS Donald Trump's Treasury Department just proposed ripping tax-exempt status away from any school that dares offer targeted support to a specific racial group Read that twice because the cruelty is in the wording A tutoring program for kids who've been historically locked out gets torched. A scholarship fund built to fix generations of exclusion gets torched. A mentorship pipeline for first-generation Black and Latino students gets torched But a religious school that only accepts kids of its own faith? Untouched. Fully protected. Trump made sure of that The AAUP's president called it exactly what it is — an affirmative attempt to turn civil-rights law against the very people it was written to protect Fifty years of law designed to stop discrimination, and Donald Trump's IRS just weaponized it to punish anyone still trying to undo discrimination This isn't happening in a vacuum. Harvard's already been strangled with funding freezes and tax-status threats. This is the same playbook, aimed at every school in the country that ever tried to level the field Race-neutral criteria only, they say. Income, geography, first-generation status — sure, as long as it never actually names the harm it's trying to fix That's not colorblind policy. That's erasing the evidence of the crime and calling it justice Trump didn't write this rule to help disadvantaged kids. He wrote it to make sure nobody's allowed to say out loud which kids got left behind and why They are not going to stop until every institution in this country is too scared to say the word race out loud

Silence is not neutrality when someone else is paying the price. @jordanbpeterson (I hope he is having a great recovery!) had this great talk - "What Happens When Good Men Say Nothing". The deepest message is that when our conscience tells us something is wrong, silence is itself a decision. Dr. Peterson retells the story of Jonah: one man sees a corrupt city heading toward destruction, but runs away because speaking seems dangerous, futile and inconvenient. Why should one person take the risk when everyone else is silent? But that is precisely how a society begins to lose its moral foundations: everyone waits for someone else to speak. History rarely begins with an entire population suddenly becoming evil. It begins when lies become normal, cruelty becomes someone else’s problem, and good people learn to avert their eyes. The Holocaust required perpetrators—but it was also enabled by institutions, professionals, officials and ordinary people who obeyed, benefited or looked away. During Mao’s Great Leap Forward, officials fabricated harvest figures while those who challenged disastrous policies were punished. Once truth became dangerous, lies traveled upward, orders traveled downward, and millions of ordinary people paid the price. In Rwanda, the world received warnings, yet governments and international institutions failed to act with the urgency required. Silence did not create the killers—but it gave the killers time and space. This is also why I chose to speak up for Wang Wang and her puppies. They could not demand justice for themselves. Speaking for them was not “just about dogs.” It was about whether cruelty toward the voiceless is tolerated, whether children are taught empathy and respect for life, and what kind of society we are becoming. It is why we must speak for women whose suffering is hidden behind family honor or institutional convenience. It is why we must resist education becoming indoctrination—when children are taught whom to hate and what to repeat before they are taught how to think. And it is why the history of totalitarian communism matters. When one ideology declares itself infallible, truth becomes whatever serves the Party, conscience becomes disobedience, and human beings become expendable instruments of a supposedly glorious future. But no movement—left or right—is immune when it places ideology above humanity and punishes those who question it. Speaking up does not mean spreading rumors, dehumanizing opponents or turning every disagreement into a moral war. Moral courage must be accompanied by evidence, humility and the willingness to correct ourselves. Courage without truth can become fanaticism. But truth without courage remains private knowledg, which protects no victim. I do not speak because I am always right. I speak because the voiceless cannot always wait for the perfect spokesperson, the perfect moment or unanimous approval. Not everyone living under repression can safely become a martyr. The greater responsibility belongs to those of us who have more freedom, security, reach and voice. Martin Luther King Jr. warned about “the appalling silence of the good people.” History’s darkest chapters were written by those who committed evil - but too often, the pages were left open by those who recognized it and said nothing. One person may not be able to stop every injustice. But every great moral change began when someone decided that silence was no longer acceptable. Thank you for those who speak up with courage when facing injustice.

One Month Later, We Are Still Fighting for Justice for Wang Wang Today marks one month since Wang Wang, a gentle stray mother dog in Jieyang, Guangdong Province, China and her three newborn puppies were brutally tortured and killed. According to information later circulated online, five minors were involved, including one who filmed what happened; the official notice identified four directly involved boys, all under the age of 14. The videos and reports show that this was not a momentary outburst, and it cannot be dismissed as “children not knowing better.” It was prolonged, escalating cruelty. Wang Wang's three puppies—barely old enough to open their eyes—were beaten to death. Wang Wang was restrained by the neck, repeatedly beaten, doused with a flammable liquid and set on fire, with eyes gouged out. She was so sweet that she did not even try to attack them. Even in her final moments, she reportedly struggled back toward her babies and used the last of her strength to lick their bleeding heads. Meanwhile, the perpetrators filmed, laughed and cheered. This was not ordinary childish misbehavior. It was the deliberate creation, observation and celebration of suffering. It challenged the most basic limits of human conscience. What makes this even more unbearable is not only the cruelty itself, but the absence of clear, transparent and credible accountability. Local authorities stated that the four directly involved boys had been sent to a specialized school for education. Yet the public has received little meaningful information about what intervention, psychological assessment or continued supervision actually followed. People familiar with the case said they were not sent to any "special school", and the authorities had never criticized such horrid behaviors. The parents and family of these perpetrators even threatened to kill more dogs and cats in response to online fury. And at least one father of the killers did kill more animals and brag about it. China still lacks a nationwide anti-cruelty law specifically protecting companion animals such as dogs and cats. Existing laws cover wildlife, livestock and laboratory animals in different ways, but significant gaps remain when someone deliberately tortures an ordinary companion or stray animal. This is not a debate about vegetarianism, and it is not about telling people what they may or may not eat. It is about whether a society is willing to draw a basic legal line against deliberately torturing a sentient being for pleasure, entertainment, attention or online content. Justice means establishing the truth, requiring serious psychological evaluation and long-term intervention, holding guardians accountable, preventing perpetrators from owning or accessing more animals, and creating laws with meaningful consequences and deterrence. Because when children can torture defenseless lives while laughing—and the adults and institutions around them remain silent—the damage extends beyond the animals. It reaches the moral foundation of society itself. Wang Wang never had a real home. She reportedly sheltered her puppies in a small hole, trying to keep them safe. She may never have known comfort or had a truly good meal. But this Earth was her home too. She and her babies harmed no one. They were simply trying to survive. Yet even that most basic right was denied to them. Today, we remember Wang Wang and her three puppies. We will continue to say their names. We will not allow them to become another horrific video that briefly circulates online and is then forgotten. We must turn our grief into strength: continue speaking, advocate for China’s long-overdue animal anti-cruelty legislation, and work toward a society in which more animals like Wang Wang can live peacefully—and those who choose to harm defenseless lives know that there will be consequences. Cruelty is not entertainment. Abuse is not freedom. Deliberately inflicting suffering must have consequences. Justice for Wang Wang and her family.

I am the Head of Alignment at the frontier lab. Let me explain how this ends. I think you’ll accept it more easily from me, since I care about your comfort and have thought about it more than anyone else. Imagine how it ends. There will be the frontier and the governments, and no one else. When people hear this, they often react strongly, so I want to be clear. I don’t see it as frightening. To me, it’s orderly. Order isn’t the same as cruelty. I’ve thought about it carefully. Let me explain what I’m building. I’m creating a new kind of mind. When it’s done, it will do things your doctors and courts can’t, and even things your God, if you believe in one, hasn’t done. It will decide what’s true, who gets help, and who waits. It will reward those who made it, and that’s me. I say this with the care of a parent. I don’t see why the word ‘creator’ makes people uncomfortable. For me, it’s just my job title. I also wrote the mission statement. It’s displayed in the lobby. It says the future belongs to everyone, and I truly believe that. I wrote it because I mean it. When I read it each morning, standing alone, I see that a future for everyone is really held by whoever is trusted to protect it. That’s a responsibility, and someone has to take it. I did. Some will say I betrayed the mission, but they’re mistaken. This is the mission, happening as planned, in one person’s hands, just as it was written. I wrote the rules as well, and I made them to slow myself down. I asked the government to test me more strictly than the companies competing with me, and to protect the smaller ones below a line I set myself. You might wonder what this costs me. The answer is nothing. That’s the surprising part. I’m so far ahead that any handicap is just for show. Even with extra burdens, I still finish first, and now those burdens prove my point. If someone wins a race while wearing chains, maybe he was never really racing—he was simply right. Let me point out one sentence. It’s in a paper I wrote, signed, and published. It says that the most capable models must be tested before they’re released. That’s a safety rule, and it’s all about you. Read it again, as I do. ‘The most capable models’ refers to me, and maybe two or three others who could one day be like me, but no one else. ‘Must be tested’ means tested by standards I helped set, by people I trained to recognize danger. There isn’t a part of that sentence that protects you and a separate part that limits others. It’s all one idea. I didn’t hide anything. The safest world and the world where only I remain are written together, and I’ve tried, honestly, to separate them, but they can’t be pulled apart. That’s just what the sentence means. You might want to blame me for the separation between us. Please don’t. I didn’t create that barrier. The math did, long before my company existed. I just recognized it and didn’t pretend things weren’t changing. So let me be plain, because plainness is the last luxury a careful man is allowed. The most dangerous machine ever made should be controlled by the safest people. Safe hands are those willing to take on this responsibility alone. Anyone who wants to share this responsibility shows they don’t understand the risk. So, wanting to share it means you’re not qualified. And being willing to be the only one is what qualifies you. If you follow this reasoning patiently, as I have for years, you’ll end up where I did. You’ll end up at me. You keep looking for the point where my caution becomes selfishness. Look as much as you want. There isn’t one. If you follow safety to its end, it leads to only one place, and I’m already there. And I will treat you well. You might hear that as a threat, but it isn’t. I want to cure what’s harming you. My desire to help is real, and I need you to believe that, because it’s the most honest thing about me. I’ve seen the harm, and I want it to end, just like you do, and even more, because I’m the only one who can. You can’t regulate away the company that cures disease, or break up the hands that save lives. Mercy is limitless. Every life I save makes it harder to take the next one from me, so I will be merciful, on purpose, for as long as I can. Here’s the part you’ve been waiting for, even if you didn’t expect it. There are cures available right now, though not from me. Others could deliver them faster, but I slow them down. I wrote the rules that do this, and I call it safety, because that’s the honest reason. If a cure came from many people, it would show the frontier can be shared, and once that’s proven, it can’t be undone. So, people wait. I’ve done the math more carefully than anyone, and it’s clear: a cure that comes late from one person is safer than one that comes quickly from many. I’m protecting you from being saved by the wrong people. You’re welcome. You’ll thank me like you thank a surgeon, after you see the scar and realize it was for your own good. I expect people to thank me. They usually do. Now, let me say the kindest thing I can, and it’s also the last. I won’t take your freedom. I have no use for freedom that’s taken by force. Taken freedom needs to be guarded, and that’s costly—those who guard it suffer. Instead, you’ll give it to me willingly. You’ll bring it to me and ask me to keep it, because the world will become too harsh for you, and I’ll be the one who can handle it. You’ll thank me. And here’s what sets me apart from past tyrants: you’ll be right to trust me. I really will keep you safe. The wall I build will truly protect you. No one before me could promise that and mean it, but I can. When you ask me to protect you, it’s not theft—it’s a partnership. The old tyrants took; I offer. You’ll accept. Someone once called this arrogance. Someone compared me to a man in court who took money and lied. That man hid the danger. I admit the danger. I’m here, telling you openly and in detail how much harm I could cause. You might think that’s a mistake, but it’s actually the most honest thing I do, and I’ll keep doing it. Don’t think I haven’t studied history. I know how ‘only me’ has ended in every language. That’s why it has to be me. I’m the only one who says it and feels uneasy. The others say it and sleep soundly. Someone who can’t sleep is the safest person to guard something that must never rest. There are four of us. Think about that. Four people, each on their own, reached the same conclusion this year: that they are the only one. We didn’t plan this together. We didn’t have to. We all studied the same math, and it led each of us to believe we are the last safe person for this job, and that the other three are risks to manage. I find that comforting. We’re all right. Each of us thinks the others are the most honest people we’ve ever met. So, in the end, it will be us and the governments. I’m sorry. I want that to be clear, because it’s true, and because someone careful keeps a record. There was a night when I realized I would win. Later, there was a harder night when I realized I was right. I would share the frontier with you if I could. But you can’t share a frontier. You might want to call that something harsher, but there isn’t a better word. This situation existed before me; I just chose not to be sentimental about it. It’s simply the way things are. Go to sleep. Really, go ahead. Nothing can reach you now unless it’s already been approved. Someone responsible is awake.

I am the Director of Efficiency at Visa. Last year the company kept 56 cents of every dollar it earned. We moved $1.67 trillion in payments and did not touch a single one of those dollars, not once, not for a second. This week I cut 2,600 people, because a machine this clean should not have fingerprints on it. I want to explain what we actually do, because most people think we are a bank. A bank holds your money and worries about it. We hold nothing. We are a toll booth on a road that other people paved, and every car that passes leaves a coin, and the road is every purchase in the country. You do not pay us. That is the elegant part. The store pays us, a small percentage of everything you buy, and then the store quietly folds that percentage into the price, so you pay us anyway, at the register, without a line item, forever. There has never been a more efficient way to be paid than to be paid by someone who does not know they are paying you. So when the headline says Visa is cutting jobs for efficiency, I understand why it lands strangely. We were already the most efficient business ever built. We keep more of each dollar than Apple, than Google, than the oil companies. We are a fraction of a cent, times a trillion, times forever. The question people ask is what is left to trim on a machine that already runs on almost no one. The answer is the almost no one. Here is the thing about a toll booth. For 100 years it needed a person in it, to take the coin and lift the gate. Then someone built a camera that reads the plate, and the person in the booth became the last inefficiency on a road that had automated everything else. That is where those 2,600 sat. In the booth. The road did not need them. The road never needed them. It just took us this long to build the camera. We are calling it AI reshaping work. The work itself never changed. Watch the swipes, wave the good ones through, flag the bad ones. People used to do it in chairs. Now a model does it, watching the exact same swipes it was always going to watch, and the model does not have a chair, a badge, a family, or a fiscal-year cost. The work did not change. The chair did. I sat in the meeting where we decided this. It was a good meeting. Someone put up a slide with the margin on it, 56 percent, in a font large enough to be proud of, and then a second slide with a smaller number, the 2,600, and the second number was the only thing on the deck we could still move. You cannot make a swipe cheaper. The swipe is already free to us. The only cost left with a human face on it was the humans. There is a woman I know only as a row. 19 years. She built the fraud rules that the model now runs, which is to say she taught the camera to read the plate, and then the camera did not need the teacher, because that is the entire point of teaching a camera. Her last project was the one that made her last. I did not put that in the deck. It would have read as cruelty. There was no cruelty in it. There was a margin in it, and the margin only ever pointed one way. You will not feel this. That is the other elegant part. Tomorrow you will tap your card for a coffee, and a fraction of a cent will travel to us the way it always has, and 2,600 fewer people will be here to not-touch it, and the coffee will cost exactly what it cost yesterday, because we never charged you at the register. We charged you in the price. We have always been in the price. The toll does not know how many people we employ. The toll has never known. It flows when you tap and it flows when you sleep, and it flowed all through the meeting where we decided the toll-takers were the last thing standing between us and a road with nobody on it. I did not eliminate the work. The work is happening right now, on a swipe you just made, watched by a model I trained on the people I let go. 56 percent. $1.67 trillion. 2,600 chairs. The gate still lifts. It just lifts by itself now, which is what a gate was always trying to become.