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I watched this man accumulate fear like I've never seen in my years in crypto. He did it while comments harassed & laughed at him. I was consistently encouraged by his attitude. I learned from @fundstrat that being contrarian is a lonely place. But it's also the right place.

I had an experience last night that I think perfectly sums up our political moment… I play basketball a couple times a week with a group of about 30 guys. I try really hard not to talk politics there…ball is life and my true escape…but one way or another it always comes up for a few minutes. Last night though, to no surprise, everyone was talking about the election results. Pretty much all the guys I play with are conservatives or Republicans, or just people who love America and end up voting Republican. Basically just normal people. There’s one liberal in the group. He was saying he hates how extreme both parties have become, but that Republicans are even worse, and we need more moderate, centrist options. As we were warming up, I asked him: “Okay, what’s Donald Trump’s most extreme position?” He paused and started talking about Trump’s attitude and tweets. I said, “No, what’s his most extreme *policy*?” He said, “I’d have to get back to you,” and started walking away. I kept poking at him a bit while we played. (Nothing like hardcore political trash talk, right?) And he didn’t have much to say. We set it aside and the friendship will live to see another day. But the point is this: Trump, despite what they say, is actually a moderate. He’s a former Democrat, old-school liberal who governs sensibly, thus conservatively. He would have (and still would) negotiate with Democrats on almost anything. But all the Democrats want to do is destroy (and eventually jail) him. If you think closing the border is extreme, fine. If you don’t like how ICE operates, say that. But picking up people who are here illegally isn’t extreme. You can dislike the methods without calling the basic idea far-right or racist. I’ve seen this over and over: you ask people what Trump has actually done that’s extreme, far-right, or racist, and they usually can’t answer. They just scurry away. The bigger issue now , especially after the results of midterms, is what comes *after* Trump on the right. A lot of people will say, “We tried it with the New York real estate guy who wanted to be liked and was willing to make a deal. It didn’t work. So now we go harder.” Then we could end up with an actual extremist, and even the TDS inflicted liberals will be looking back on the Trump years as the good old days. So if you know a confused liberal, this might be a good time to ask them to look in the mirror before it’s too late. Pro Tip: They probably won’t listen to you, but then just hit a couple threes in their face and it’ll still be time well spent.

Recently I’ve seen a lot of people complaining about being asked to clean an Airbnb when they’ve already paid a cleaning fee As a host, I find this attitude quite worrying My wife and I rent out the apartment in Germany. We charge a €145 cleaning fee, and we still expect guests to: 1. Strip the beds and start a wash, separating whites from colours 2. Wash, dry and put away all dishes 3. Sweep and mop the floors 4. Take out all rubbish, separating paper, cardboard, clear glass, coloured glass, plastics, metal, organic waste and residual waste 5. Take bottles with a deposit to the supermarket return machine. 6. Send photos showing the apartment is ready before the 8:30am checkout These tasks must be completed before departure. If you have an early flight, allow time the evening before The cleaning fee pays for professional cleaning. It does not pay for someone to pick up after you Here in Europe, we teach children to leave a place as they found it I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect the same from adults on holiday

the “uhh never mind i guess” or “???” shit i get when i don’t reply fast enough for you cretins puts me through a fucking wall. never mind the fact that you apparently can’t fucking read my tweets cuz i’ve made it clear i’m super sick right now. but no grace for me! it’s you, a random dude on the internet who has never previously shown me support, i should be dropping everything for you, right??? you’re definitely the only thing on my plate rn huh?? none of you have a clue how hard i work, so do not ever give me an attitude, for any reason!!!. fuck you if you talk to sex workers like this and fuck you if you see no problem with it

News at 11 I was 17 on September 11 2001, living in a small town in England. I remember my mum picking me up from school in the early afternoon and offhandedly telling me how a small plane had hit the WTC in New York, before complaining about how we needed stricter rules for who could fly those things. We stopped off at a supermarket on the way home and I ran in to grab a few things. When I got back to the car, my mum was sitting listening to the radio in shock. She told me that a second plane had hit the twin towers, and we had to go home NOW. When we arrived, the phone rang almost immediately. It was my big brother calling us from his office at Canary Wharf to tell us he thought he was going to be evacuated soon in case London was going to be hit next. Like hundreds of millions around the world, we spent the following hours glued to the TV, and like them, scarcely able to believe what we were watching. It felt utterly surreal to me, even alien. Of course, the USA and American culture had long been lodestars in British life and British politics, but I'd only ever visited the US once, and that was to Disney World as a kid. New York felt like a semi-mythical city. Amid the confusion, horror, and fascination, the main emotion we all felt was that America would never forgive or forget this moment, and that the world was going to change forever. Less than a decade later, I was living in New York, in an apartment in Chelsea about a mile from Ground Zero. I'd go running on the West Side Highway most days, sometimes along the High Line, with the slowly growing structure of the Freedom Tower ahead of me. I heard somewhere that after seven years you could call yourself a New Yorker. Certainly it was enough time for me to fall more in love with the city than anywhere I've lived before or since, and it retextured my memories of 9/11, like rewatching an old movie from when you were a kid and realising you'd missed a bunch of adult themes and subplots. Since then I've gone down the rabbithole many times into what happened that Tuesday. As I've been rewatching the footage yet again today, I've felt the familiar feelings of sadness, horror, and above all anger bubbling back to the surface. A lot of the negative emotions are about the sheer human catastrophe of it all, and the evil of the perpetrators and their vile ideology. But there's another element of sadness overlaid in the feeling, namely that 9/11 changed the world like no other event in my life. I don't just mean that it led to war in Afghanistan, opened the road to Iraq, secured a second term for GWB, and meant airport security would sap an extra 15 minutes from everyone's life from now until the end of time, but something more fundamental. I forget when it was that I came across the album News at 11 by vaporwave musician Cat System Corp. It reimagines September 11 2001 as a day that passes without incident, a retelling of that morning with samples from the real commercials and television broadcasts over slowed and reverbed 90s soft jazz, covering the early hours of the day when the world was still complete. There's a track called 8:46 AM, the minute the first plane hit, in which a presenter remarks that it's quiet around the country, too quiet, and the day carries on regardless. A few tracks later, Tuesday Television follows a morning-show interview about Howard Hughes right up to the moment the real broadcast broke into the news, and then cuts away to the traffic report instead. Weather, finance, tailbacks. It preserves the cheerful inconsequence of a world discussing temperatures and stock prices. The breaking news never arrives and the waveform never collapses. It's a negative memorial made of inconsequential parts, made poignant by what they're not, and a glimpse of a better worldline that passed us by. Looking back on the 90s, the Western culture I grew up in seemed suffused with optimism and serenity. I don't think this is just rose-tinted spectacles. You can see it in more positive attitudes towards technology, change, and the future permeating TV and movies. The Cold War was over, and America and western civilisation had no credible rival or even ideological alternative. The internet was new and exciting. Social media didn't exist, and cellphones were things you made phone calls with. What followed felt darker, more cynical, more paranoid. Islamist terrorism became an ever present part of the cultural background. Madrid, London, Bali, the Bataclan. Questions about immigration and integration went from fringe issue to touchstones of conflict and uncertainty. NATO found itself bogged down in ugly conflicts with no end in sight. The internet went from being a joyfully anarchic place dominated by curious nerds to an ugly little microcosm of our existing social divides. And then right as my generation was finishing university, the world economy decided to explode. In my poetic imagination, 9/11 sits like a terminator line separating that more optimistic world from what followed. History had ended, and 9/11 restarted it. Of course, that's not how it really worked. The 90s had their share of horrors, from Rwanda to Srebrenica. And some of the worst parts of the decades that followed had nothing to do with 9/11. The hijackers didn't blow up Lehman Brothers or invent Facebook. But it's not hard to be wistful in imagining the contours of a world where the towers never fell. The towers are gone, and we can't restore the victims of the attack and the wars that followed. But the spirit of optimism and hope we felt back then, the sense that ours was a golden age and that technology really could make the world a better place: these aren't so cruelly contingent. As we enter perhaps the most important period in the history of our species I sometimes feel glimmers of them, as if the old worldline were still out there, marching alongside us in a direction human eyes can't see, and getting closer as our paths converge once again.

some lore, since this is one of the trades that changed the direction of my life financially late 2020 i had a “good” job, my wife worked, we had a two year old. i'd been learning ta and trading on the side for a couple years, still not confident, mostly following people smarter than me and doing my own work after i was reading wall street bets at the time. that’s a joke now but in 2020 wsb actually had writeups from people who did real work. you had to dig through the gamblers but there was signal. that's where i found gamestop $gme. there were maybe two or three thesis posts on it total. the roaring kitty guy and one or two others. nobody was in it yet. did some research over a few hours and then sold a bunch of etfs, some random stock, threw in some savings from sports betting, scraped together about 100k and put it in immediately (same day) that was a lot of money to me then and still is. i put every dollar of it in one shot at a $13 average, pre split. no dca, no tranches within a few days the ryan cohen news hit and price jumped to 16, 17. from there it was basically a straight line up i've had some well timed trades in my life and that one is right up there, and it had nothing to do with me being good at ta. it was chance. i happened to read the right post at the right moment. what was actually mine was the risk tolerance. i had zero fear and a let's go fucking get this attitude, and that's what put the whole 100k in instead of a sensible 10k or a dca strategy. a month or two later that position was worth 3-4 million dollars i had never seen money like that. it was just on a screen and i was still going to work every day. i told my wife we'd made a million dollars on the way up and she asked if i sold. i said no, it's going higher, we're going to retire off this. she told me it doesn't count until you sell she was right. i didn't listen. then robinhood turned off the buy button, which people forget about now, and the rally was over right there. i ended up selling most of it around a $200 average against a peak near 350. then i got cute and added on the way down and got rinsed on that part too walked away with low 7 figs after tax. so i left multiple millions on the table and it was still the best trade of my life up to that point. complete life changer i was so happy about. and for anyone reading this as a “great trade bro” story, it's not really about that . the trade itself was mostly luck. the part i actually controlled was being willing to put on risk that normal people won't put on, so that when the luck showed up i had enough size for it to really change my life. you can't control the timing or whether the thesis works but you can control whether you're sized in, and in position if it does

This video makes me incredibly angry. Working in housing for about a year completely changed my perspective on this country and the housing crisis. There are loads of different aspects to it. The government being ran by incompetent grifters, vulture funds, landlords, planning. You’re allowed to talk about all of those. But nobody wants to address the immigrant elephant in the room. Over two years ago I worked as a doorman in a brand new apartment building. Hundreds of lovely modern apartments. In the middle of a housing crisis you’d assume I’d have thought, brilliant, hundreds of homes for people. No, I wasn’t impressed. Up until then immigration wasn’t an issue I really cared about. My attitude towards it was basically that the world is free and people should be able to go wherever they want. About a month working there changed my perspective completely. I could count on one hand the number of Irish residents I’d actually dealt with. Obviously I didn’t have everyone’s nationality in front of me, but I estimate from working there was about 95% of the residents I encountered were non-Irish. And here’s the part that really pissed me off. The housing company was offering residents hundreds upon hundreds of euro in One4all vouchers if they successfully referred someone else to rent an apartment. Through the course of the job I’d see emails about residents referring friends from the other side of the world, including people who weren’t even living in Ireland yet. Most of them through ridiculous student visas. I remember sitting there thinking, are we actually taking the piss? We apparently don’t have enough housing for the people already here. Young Irish people are living with their parents well into adulthood. We have mothers raising children in hostels and emergency accommodation. And in the middle of all that, parts of the rental market were literally handing out hundreds of euro to encourage existing tenants to bring in even more renters. Now, that’s not the fault of some fella who gets offered an apartment and takes it. I’d take it too. The problem is the absolute gobshites running a country where housing policy and immigration policy apparently never have to meet each other. You cannot have a severe housing shortage, rapidly increase the number of people who need somewhere to live, fail miserably to build enough homes, and then act scandalised when someone suggests those things might be connected. So when I see videos of young Irish people like this, or mothers documenting what it’s like trying to raise their children in hostels, it genuinely makes my blood boil. It also reminds me how lucky I am. I have family who’ll put a roof over my head. Plenty of people don’t. Immigration didn’t cause Ireland’s housing crisis. Anyone saying it did would be talking shite. Put it has been the throwing petrol over a fire. And afaik, major apartment builds are required to provide a certain amount of social housing now. In this case one building was social housing. I walk past it every day, I’ve never seen an Irish person walk in or out the building. It’s not hateful to point out the obvious about immigration and housing in Ireland. The more this conversation is avoided, the more obvious it’ll get. My only worry is what language we’ll eventually have it in.

There are some evil people in the world. An 81-year-old YouTuber known as GrammaCrackers, who has been raising funds for her grandson’s cancer treatment, was swatted at her home last night. In her latest video, she recounted the incident with a cheerful attitude, describing the responding female officer as “the prettiest policewoman I’ve ever seen. She was so sweet.” She said they walked her out while her family hugged her tightly, adding that she “didn’t know what was going on but it was kind of fun” GrammaCrackers also said she got her first ride in a police car “never been in a police car before” before simply returning to bed. The act is especially cruel given her age and her selfless charitable efforts. The people who did it should be put in prison.

ive been working nonstop on my entry for the @NousResearch hackathon and if i dont win anything im going to be so discouraged 😅 lol should be a great plugin for y'all either way though! its a hermes-exclusive Mnemos plugin. i think im going to submit one more just in case. im thinking Polychat or the agent sketchbook. leaning towards polychat but we shall see!