And not just in America, but the UK as well.
I make art that’s totally mine because I did it through AI. https://imgur.com/a/Rhgi0OC
And not just in America, but the UK as well.
Can I suggest sorting by new for your favorite communities? There are a lot of downvoters that have gamed the system.
Are you actually trying to start a phone vs pc debate? That’s funny as hell.
Mine too, we all voted and they listened.
That one of the US presidents died from eating too many cherries.
https://www.grunge.com/630116/how-cherries-are-tied-to-president-zachary-taylors-death/
Why not both? We’re already at dystopian levels of wealth vs poor, let’s make the transition easier on the poor.
That’s because the congressmen want to sell the company to their billionaire friends and let them hoard the data, not because they give a rats ass about anything else.
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I bet I know what they’re going to focus on.
They are not a good company: I’m putting together lists of who owns certain media outlets and who runs them. NYT was high up on the list. https://sh.itjust.works/comment/12173817
He was Trump’s spiritual advisor? Idk, a pedo advising trump seems like a big deal. Disregard if you don’t.
I’m pretty sure they were being sarcastic.
“I was 12 years old. I was a little girl. A very innocent little girl. And he was brought into our home,” the now 54-year-old grandmother told the Christian Post of abuse that took her “decades to wrap my brain around as an adult.”
“I was an innocent 12-year-old little girl who knew nothing about sexual behavior,” she said. Clemishire was also outraged at the suggestion her dad had given Morris his blessing to return to ministry. “My father never ever gave his blessing on Robert returning to ministry!” she said.
Here is a video of him describing his moral issues and how it’s all of the women’s fault, lol: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQRsps9iMf8
That was also a concern, it’s both.
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Could you recommend a tutorial to help me do that?
I think they’re having you agree to what they’ve already been doing.
Photoshop’s newest terms of service has users agree to allow Adobe access to their active projects for the purposes of “content moderation” and other various reasons.
They want you to give up the goods to train AI, old art is bad art to them. Also, this:
This has caused concern among professionals, as it means Adobe would have access to projects under NDA such as logos for unannounced games or other media projects. Sam Santala, the founder of Songhorn Studios noted the language of the terms on Twitter, calling out the company’s overreach.
I think they’ve already been doing this for awhile? They must be about to get caught or something. They want to use, and probably already are, your new ideas for training AI.
I didn’t know it was a poison, so smokers are slowly poisoning themselves? I thought it was bad for your lungs because of the smoke constantly being there, and that you had to smoke a lot to get it to be bad. TIL
Libertarian=hard pass.
Libertarian Police Department Copypasta
I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.
“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”
“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”
“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”
The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”
“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”
“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”
He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”
I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.
“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.
“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.
“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”
It didn’t seem like they did.
“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”
Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.
I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.
“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.
Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.
“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.
I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”
He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.
“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”
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“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.
“Because I was afraid.”
“Afraid?”
“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”
I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.
“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”
He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him