Four days alone waiting for civil liberties to end while building a new large language (pain) model

Thanksgiving has passed. Once again I have a long weekend without a single plan.  Feels almost normal to have long periods of unstructured time. Not threatening as much as it did two years ago.    

The concept of disfigurement is still on my mind this morning.  The way I am disfigured by trauma and grief of course. I’m still addicted topic. They are my default state.  I’ve worn the veneer off my neural tableware, fretting it so much.

I’m one of billions sharing suffering on this fine day, and how many will suffer further this hour, this minute?  How many will take self-destructive steps, knowingly or not.  Cutting off the hair you love to spite your face.  Ignoring your ill parent.  Being a shitty shitty friend when a gesture of kindness would cost nothing.

We humans, me included, are large language pain models.  LLPMs!

 Can Trump send out the jackboots and begin the formal part of his programs when he’s not official yet? I’m more certain than ever that we’ll face lockdown as the “ democrats have pipebombs” propaganda shit flows. Didn’t we stop that around Sacco and Vanzetti?  Why would liberals use pipebombs when any moron can get a bump stock that takes people down at 1000 meters?

Maybe they think liberals are too poor to afford  Cabellas for fancy weaponry? Not true.  I have Apple Pay just as they do. And it’s not because I prefer a slingshot to a Panzer tank.  It’s because I prefer Gandhi to Hitler. I will not arm myself as the weak and fearful and selfish do.  Duh.

Civil liberties will be significantly curtailed in the US by April 1.  We’re looking at the king of false premises. Disgusting.  A fat bloodthirsty pig dance meme.  Imagine seeing him do that naked, as Elon has. The disfigured Duo at their Cabaret. Preparing to purge and violate.