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This is why I explicitly said not as personal people, but as roles.

In the same way that I will say the only good cop is a dead cop. Not saying any individual cop as a person should be made dead, but the very role of cops as a legalized form of personal violence under the guise of the state should be dead.

Again, while I am not saying that any individual should have any amount of violence extolled on them for, but the roles themselves should be ‘murdered’ and destroyed.

A bit inflammatory yes, perhaps even too much, but it paints the picture.
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Sourcenode 11mo ago

Thanks for the zap and I can appreciate the nuance.

I'm of the opinion that anyone who tries to out-violence the state will only cause destruction. 'Live by the sword die by the sword.'

Violence, theft, and intimidation are the only games the parasite knows. Nobody does it better.

It might be best to let it starve from irrelevance as we build something better.

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Erik Cason 11mo ago

Indeed, the refusals to engage with the decision of ‘I would prefer not to’ becomes the means by which a new world will be birthed, and that hopefully these new technologies will help us produce.

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Sourcenode 11mo ago

WAGMI 🫂

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jerrud 11mo ago

Literally my favorite short story of all time. One of the most philosophical short stories ever written. It’s perfect.

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whit 11mo ago

This #AI #artstr was based on words at Lady Liberty 🗽

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Not like the brazen giant of fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she

With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”