As a country built on old money brutally and violently extracted from its former colonies, The Netherlands is simply physically incapable of properly raising taxes on wealth. We just can't seem to do it. Raising taxes on labour is no issue, but on wealth? That's impossible.
Seven years ago today, I met my now-wife for the first time in real life. We knew it instantly. A few months later I moved to Sweden, and we've lived together ever since. We now have two lovely kids, and an amazing life.
I'm an incredibly lucky person, and I hope everyone who seeks what we have finds it. Y'all deserve it, even if you don't realise it yet.
So Ars Technica "wrote" an "article" about the "AI" bot instructed to puke some slop pretending to be discriminated against, and the Ars article contained "comments" from a developer that were not in the linked article, and were, in fact, entirely made up, 99% likely by "AI", possibly because the Ars author instructed the "AI" to summarize the linked article, and now Ars has deleted the "article" and comments?
How ever could this happen to a for-profit website owned by a giant media conglomerate who also sold their content rights to "AI" companies? It will always remain a mystery.
The Dutch version of the BBC (very simply put) has started consistently stating in every article about Trump that he has a history of lying and saying nonsense. It's really satisfying.
"But does it really matter if something you like turns out to be vomited up by "AI"?"
Imagine going on a first date with someone. They are great. Some decent chemistry, some mutual awkwardness of course, good jokes, but also deep (but not too deep) conversation, and yeah some quirks but don't we all? It feels good, you sense it's mutual, there's laughing, some emotional moments as you carefully share hints about each others' pasts, some gentle giggling at mildly suggestive jokes. You make arrangements to meet again for some nice coffee a few days from now, not at some chain of course because you've both got taste. Anyway, the date's coming to an end, you split the bill with zero awkwardness because it's 20-fucking-26, time to part ways, you know you're both on the same page, you both go in for a romantic and slightly sensual hug [ed. note: I'm sorry, I'm a massive prude, that's all for a first date horny Fedi], but then-- fuck.
Turns out they're made of nothing but Lego bricks, twigs, and razor blades and they explode in your arms. Now you're lying in a puddle of your own blood with razor blades embedded in your skin, covered in twigs and Lego bricks. It starts raining.
Anyway, if you now ever come across another story where someone's date explodes in a flurry of Lego bricks, twigs, and razor blades, you know it's been plagiarised, because only a human can come up with this. Fuck you and fuck your capitalist, planet-destroying bullshit.
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