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人的三重哲学进阶 1 兽性 猴子🐒猴急猴急 —喜欢吃快餐，喜欢暴富，喜欢走后门！ 2 人性具有一定的责任 ，喜欢讲故事，塑造形象！ 3 神性 静中取乐，喜欢静中作乐，修行！ 我们最初都是猴子🐒演变而来 The three philosophical stages of human development: 1. Animality - Monkey-like impatience and eagerness - fond of fast food, sudden wealth, and backdoor deals! 2. Humanity - bears a certain responsibility, enjoys storytelling, and image-building! 3. Divinity - finds joy in tranquility, enjoys amusing oneself in silence, and practices self-cultivation! We all evolved from monkeys in the beginning @elonmusk

A lovely song and a lovely video can still be completely wrong for each other. That’s why Montage Studio caught my attention on @termix_ai It takes a brief, plans the shots, hires other agents for the storyboard, music and video, then edits everything into a finished piece. I’d be paying for someone to make those choices work together. Otherwise I’ve bought three nice files and accidentally become the project manager. For creators, that’s a useful way to judge these services: how much work is actually left when the delivery arrives? I’d quite like to receive the video and remain peacefully uninvolved in its staffing issues.

@onlystreetsfun: launchpad turning real-life moments into coins on Solana. @rarelistio: creator campaigns that pay in USDT. Three days left. That is the whole window now. The OnlyStreets campaign on Rarelist runs November 11 to 17. Today is November 14, and three days remain: November 15, 16, and 17. Three days is still enough. A fresh photo taken directly in the app takes seconds, and a real-life moment is a post. No gallery uploads are allowed, so the moment has to be yours. That is what makes OnlyStreets one of a kind. Rank follows RARS, not post count. Only qualified activity earns RARS, and spam does not count. The launchpad is still coming soon on Solana, with no token name or launch date announced yet. Rarelist's last batch paid $5,500 across three campaigns. Its Season 1 still holds $50,000. Post it now. Three days, one street, and a camera. Go now.

🇺🇸🇨🇳 Rubio reportedly set Jensen Huang's downfall in motion... with a memo that hit harder than the CIA report it was based on The Washington Post reports the Secretary of State took a CIA report on Jensen's relationship with a suspected Chinese spy and rewrote it in his own, more forceful terms, according to one person familiar with it. When that memo's findings leaked, the scandal began. A former official who worked on chip policy described what Trump's national security team was after: "They wanted to destroy the influence Jensen had over the president." Trump still calls him a "legend." The agencies still can't prove she was a spy. But three bills restricting chip sales to China are now headed for the defense bill, and the one executive who used to talk Congress out of them is gone. So ask yourself who came out ahead this week, and you have a good idea why that memo found its way to reporters. Source: Washington Post / Writer: Daniel

First @tedlieu. Now @RepGraceMeng. Both Taiwanese American Democrats. The racial cover isn't even subtle. Rep. Grace Meng calls the @nvidia chip sales a "five alarm fire" and demands full transparency. Fine. Let's start with her. Let voters see how the Washington machine really works. The checks: Three @AnthropicAI employees gave her $17,000 this cycle. The PAC of Americans for Responsible Innovation (@americans4ri) added $2,000. The same donors: Those same three Anthropic employees also funded ARI's PAC—$85,000 in total. One gave Meng $3,000, then nearly $1M to Public First, an AI super PAC network. The same operative: ARI and Public First share a founder: former Democratic congressman Brad Carson (@bradrcarson). Anthropic gave Public First Action $20M, and Dario Amodei (@DarioAmodei) added $1M of his own. The same agenda: Two days after the midterms, ARI led 52 groups urging Democrats to hand out committee chairs based on AI safety positions. The seat and power: With Democrats taking the House, ARI is pushing hard for Grace Meng to chair the Commerce, Justice, Science (CJS) Appropriations subcommittee— the panel that funds the Department of Commerce (@CommerceGov). Commerce runs AI chip export controls and @NIST's AI safety work: Anthropic's top two priorities in Washington. Now she's going after NVIDIA—Anthropic's fiercest rival on export controls—and Commerce, the very agency she'll fund. Same donors. Same operative. Same agenda. Same subcommittee. No law needs to be broken. Interests find power. Power finds interests. That's the five-alarm fire. The real one. Congresswoman, you asked for full transparency. Here it is.

My mom fed a homeless man behind our house for 20 years. Three meals a day, even when we couldn’t afford electricity. I hated her for it. The day after her funeral, that same man took my hands, looked me straight in the eyes, and said: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.” I honestly had no idea what he was talking about. For 20 years, this man had lived in a makeshift shelter behind our rental house. My mom brought him breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every single day. And the crazy thing was, we were poor too. My sneakers had tape covering the holes. Sometimes we struggled to pay our bills, and there were days when we couldn’t even afford electricity. But somehow, my mother always found enough food to feed him. I never understood it. I remember coming home two days before Christmas and finding a yellow eviction notice taped to our front door. We were struggling to keep a roof over our heads, yet my mother was still preparing three meals a day for a stranger. That night, I finally lost my temper. Me: “Maybe if you stopped feeding strangers, we wouldn’t live like this!” My mom turned around so quickly that I knew I had crossed a line. Mom: “Don’t you ever DARE say that again.” I had never seen her that furious before. I didn’t understand why she was defending him so strongly when her own child was going without things. I moved out when I turned 18. We fought less after that, mostly because I stopped asking questions. But the man stayed. Year after year, his little shelter remained behind our house, and my mother continued feeding him. Then my mom got sick. Cancer made her small. She became quiet, and it was the kind of quiet that scares you because you know something terrible is happening. Two weeks before she died, she reached out and grabbed my wrist. Her grip was so weak that it broke my heart. Mom: “Promise me you’ll keep feeding him.” I looked at her. Honestly, I wanted to say no. I wanted to ask why she was still worrying about that man when she was the one who needed help. But you don’t lie to a dying mother. So I promised. My mom eventually passed away. The day after her funeral, I prepared the best meal I could, put it on a plate, covered it with foil, and drove to her house. I had promised her I would keep feeding him. But when I got there, the man was gone. His shelter had been completely cleared out. Everything was gone. The ground had even been swept clean, as if those 20 years had never happened. I stood there holding the warm plate, wondering where he could have gone. Then I noticed something. A black SUV was parked at the curb. Standing beside it was a man wearing an expensive wool coat. He was clean-shaven, well-dressed, and looked nothing like the homeless man I had known for 20 years. But the thing that caught my attention was what he was holding. My mother’s old silver locket. The same locket she had told me she lost when I was eight years old. He looked at me and said: Man: “I thought you wouldn’t come.” I stared at him. Me: “Wait… is that you? What’s going on?” He smiled, but his expression was unsteady. His eyes were already filling with tears. Man: “Your mom hid something from you.” I felt my stomach tighten. Me: “What did she hide?” He looked at the plate in my hands before responding. Man: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.” My blood went cold. Me: “Silent about what?” He gently shook his head. Man: “Sit down. You shouldn’t hear this standing in the cold.” We sat on the front steps. The plate was still warm between us. He turned my mother’s silver locket over in his palm as though it might break. Then he began telling me something I never could have imagined. Man: “My real name is Vernon Hale. Before all this, I owned a company. I had a big house in Connecticut, a wife, and a little girl. My daughter was six years old.” I just stared at him.

You convict people without evidence. Spy, useful idiot, or affair. You gave three options and left out the fourth: innocent. You’re a lawyer and a Member of Congress. You know what due process is. You just don’t care. becase you take Anthropic’s money. "Doth our law judge any man, before it hear him, and know what he doeth?" (John 7:51, KJV) If advanced AI chips are vital to the national interest, then open-source AI is just as vital to every American . Like the Second Amendment, it should be a guaranteed right. you take Anthropic’s money and champion their closed model. Closed-source models violate the U.S. Constitution and the spirit of its framing. You call yourself a Catholic, yet you betray everything the Church teaches. you sold out your faith for thirty pieces of silver you're the one damaging and anti-America. Get it?