Ron Thorpe

@twigs-dude.bsky.social

Imagine making an invention so bad that the only way you can think of saving it when the industry for it crashes is telling everyone the invention is going to murder them

Your regular reminder: If the Russians stop fighting, the war ends. If the Ukrainians stop fighting, their land will be occupied, their leaders will be killed, their history and language will be erased, their children will be kidnapped to serve Russia.

But the company would access all those recordings and data mine them for anything they could sell. No, they don’t tell people that. Yes, everyone does know it. No, there’s nothing you can do about it.

This broke my heart because it gets to the part of this moment that is hardest to confront. The danger was never just the con man. It was the hunger for what he was selling, and the willingness to sacrifice compassion, decency and other people’s humanity to get it. Read this.

You know what truly breaks my heart?
It's not that America fell for a brilliant con-man. He isn't. And they weren't fooled.
What I find devastating is how many people were absolutely desperate to believe the lies.
How many ached for permission to dress their cruelty in patriotism. How many clung to racist. Homophobic. Transphobic.
Ethnocentric stereotypes. Because they thought the lies were promising them a shortcut to power. A way to profit.
Personally and politically. From the suffering of millions of absolutely innocent people.
The tragedy isn't the con. It's the hunger for it.
The willingness to trade compassion for the cheap thrill of feeling superior. The way hate sells because too many people show up already desperate to buy. —KALEN DION

The real problem isn’t just Trump or his sycophantic enablers in Congress or right-wing media, or the grifters & scammers on social media. It’s his supporters. They’ve lost the ability to care about truth or recognize it. The ability to discern right from wrong. Competence from buffoonery.

For the 10th anniversary of the attacks, I decided to put down in writing my experiences on 9/11. It’s not that my story is special—not at all—but memory is a fickle thing, and I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t ever forget what happened that horrible day. Here's that piece, in print & audio format:

A Sad Song Made Better: My 9/11 Story

I was in Midtown Manhattan 25 years ago, when the Towers fell. This is what I remember about that horrible day.

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You know, when you find out that the art you like is made by people you've learned hold views you find wholly repugnant, I don't think you need to disavow ever having enjoyed the art. It's okay to acknowledge you liked or loved that art, but are now putting it aside. That was then, this is now.

Job applicants are using AI to write resumes and prep interview answers. Companies are using AI to screen those applications and conduct initial interviews. We’ve officially automated both sides of a process meant to measure human connection. The irony is genuinely unreal.