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Når Jesus ikke slapp unna det å bli fremstilt som hvit, hvordan kan vi forvente at anti-woke forstår noe som helst? Mitt juleønske er at disse folka kan bli sendt med en enveisrakett til Mars der de kan utvikle idealsamfunnet sitt. Trump og co. + Putin med flere er hjertelig velkomne til reise samme sted. Surviving Mars spillet kan være en god forberedelse.

Abstract: In 1956, evolutionary biologist J.B.S. Haldane posed a question to anthropologists: “Are the biological differences between human groups comparable with those between groups of domestic animals such as greyhounds and bulldogs…?” It reads as if it were posted on social media today. The analogy comparing human races to dog breeds is not only widespread in history and pop culture, but also sounds like scientific justification for eschewing the social construction of race, or for holding racist beliefs about human nature. Here we answer Haldane’s question in an effort to improve the public understanding of human biological variation and “race”—two phenomena that are not synonymous. Speaking to everyone without expert levels of familiarity with this material, we investigate whether the dog breed analogy for human race stands up to biology. It does not. Groups of humans that are culturally labeled as “races” differ in population structure, genotype–phenotype relationships, and phenotypic diversity from breeds of dogs in unsurprising ways, given how artificial selection has shaped the evolution of dogs, not humans. Our demonstration complements the vast body of existing knowledge about how human “races” differ in fundamental sociocultural, historical, and political ways from categories of nonhuman animals. By the end of this paper, readers will understand how the assumption that human races are the same as dog breeds is a racist strategy for justifying social, political, and economic inequality.

Why Humans Do Not Have Biological Races https://www.labxchange.org/library/items/lb:LabXchange:6fb7b7fd:html:1

https://evolution-outreach.biomedcentral.com/articles/10.1186/s12052-019-0109-y Human races are not like dog breeds: refuting a racist analogy

Men det går an å bruke ord som etnisitet ol. for slikt, ikke sant?

Hei! Er det en app som kan anbefales som automatisk lagrer spill jeg har fullført? Jeg ser ikke etter en app som blir som en universal klient for ulike spillklienter (for eks. Playnite). Jeg ønsker ikke å bruke Google docs for å ha oversikt, men en app som kan vise ulik statistikk osv.

Jeg glemte å skrive at innlegget ditt var ok, men jeg snakket om det store fokuset på effektivitet og produktivitet i samfunnet som har smittet over på alt annet. Vi blir til slutt roboter og spenningen med livet blir borte i all statistikk og teorier. Men jeg er kanskje mer en romantiker enn pragmatiker. Dessuten burde du ta det litt med ro.

Denne teksten/kommentaren er et klinkende klar eksempel på den forsknings manien som har smittet samfunnet vårt. Istedenfor å bli kjent, la ting utvikle seg naturlig og finne felles interesser osv. er alt gjort om til kjedelige tall, statistikk og teori. Alt skal skje fort, effektivt og med minst mulig innsats. Derfor kan personer som Jordan Peterson spre sine teorier for et kastrert publikum som sluker alt rått.

nå er det heller ikke negativt å være nerd, slik det var på 80-tallet Tidene er i endring!

Jeg er ikke enig med deg. Å sette Erna fri og finne syndebukken i ektemannen hennes er nok en strategi de har fått av sine rådgivere. Husk at dette er folk i maktposisjoner og de har de rette kontaktene når det gjelder finans og slikt. Så jeg kjøper ikke argumentet om at hun ikke kan ha visst. Hvis det er slik så er hun egnet som statsminister. Vi froventer vel at de går frem som gode eksempler?

Jeg liker ikke hennes politikk, men det er litt drøyt å mene at hun likner en diktator. Ikke glem at karrieren hennes står på spill fordi ektemannen dummet seg ut. Men samtidig er jeg sikker på at begge visste hva som foregikk. Kan bare ikke skjønne at han er helt uten baller og lar seg bli tråkket på av henne.

Jeg er enig med deg.

En liten digresjon; hjernen bak det drapet var en mann som studerte på Blindern og kom fra en velstående familie. Ingen visste hvem han egentlig var eller hva slags meninger han egentlig hadde. Utad fremstod han rolig og sosial. Men han var svært aktiv på internett som på den tiden ikke var særlig avansert. Skremmende! Godt beskrevet i boken "Brorskapet" av Anne Bitsch. Og slike typer finner man diverse nettfora også i dag. https://www.ark.no/produkt/boker/dokumentar-og-faktaboker/brorskapet-9788205531147

Litt avsporing er bare bra, ikke sant?

Så herlig at dataspill ikke lenger er noen gutter (såkalte nerder for 30 år siden) driver med, men også kvinner.

Steam har du vel hørt om?

https://steamcommunity.com/app/2215430/discussions/0/4842022700075957856/

Kan ikke disse anti-woke snart holde kjeft? Av alle ting er Ghost of Tsushima under lupen nå og folk finner woke der også. Hva er galt med disse gamerne?

En "akademisk" diskusjon på Reddit om spillet.

Nok en tråd for å skape oppstandelse og faenskap. Keep up the good work!

Da tror jeg at du er for optimistisk. Gamere på 4Chan fremstiller seg heller som nyttige idioter for skruppelløse politikere.

Bruk sunn fornuft og følg magefølelsen din. Passet ditt er et ultra viktig dokument.

Jeg legger merke til at en god del nordmenn er pro-Trump etter å å ha fulgt med på kommentarfeltene i riksavisene, KG og Diskusjon. Hva og hvorfor mener du det? Hvilke aspekter av politikken hans/partiets appellerer til deg? Hvilke punkter i politikken mener du er overførtbart til det norske samfunnet? På hvilke måter vil verden bli et bedre sted med Trump som president i USA? Dette er et nysgjerrig spørsmål og intensjonen min er ikke å oppildne til drittslenging eller slikt. Hold debatten ren og saklig.

Denne anmeldsen av Factorio er noe av det mest geniale jeg har lest. "I started a co-op factory with a close friend. After a day of work, I stepped back, looked at what we built, and came to some realizations. 1) I have no ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ idea whats going on in this factory 2) Half the components that directly interact with each other aren't even near one another, one of the machines producing copper cable for another machine to assemble into circuit boards is halfway across the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ refinery 3) 90% of the conveyor belts are underground, and the rest are going so many directions this thing looks like a ball of yarn 4) There is coal ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ EVERYWHERE 5) I maintain enough sanity to count to 5 6) Staring at this thing makes my eyes itch 7) Looking away makes my brain itch The scariest part is that it keeps getting bigger, and every time it gets bigger it somehow becomes MORE labrynthine. One of those ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ conveyor belts goes all the way around the entire factory to deliver steel plates to a single assembler thats making bloody gears, and its right next to the refinery itself! Sometimes the factory breaks. We don't usually notice because of how much of a mess this thing is, and the breaks we do spot are often half an hour old and are a recurring problem. Rather than fix it, we simply unjam the machine and ignore it until it breaks again. The biggest problem to fixing it comes from our production lines. Normal production lines look like a grid. Ours looks like you threw a bunch of squares into a bowl of spaghetti noodles and gave the bowl to a five year old for a period of one to five minutes. This proccess results in either an empty bowl and a full five year old, a floor covered in noodles, or spaghetti all over the walls and ceiling with the squares nowhere to be found. Knowing the trend in increasing chaos and complexity the factory exhibits, probably all three. The factory is an empodiment of madness incomprehensible even to the men who built it, laid every unholy circuit of conveyor belt, a thousand arms madly spinning every second, countless plates of copper and iron in a complex dance the likes of which is unseen in the realm of mere mortals. There are sections that I have no idea how they work, and I BUILT THEM. The factory grows more complex with each passing second and more convoluted every milisecond. Perhaps the reason is in part due to each segment being constructed with no plans for future additions, then the future additions were constructed by forcibly adapting the existing segments, usually by shoving more tubes into it rather than actually redesigning it, and these futrue additions are also not planned for expansion. The end result is a cluster-♥♥♥♥ so large in magnitude, the last time a cluster-♥♥♥♥ rivaled it in size, God smote the town and turned its inhabitants into salt. Unfortunately no god can save us from this... thing. Having expanded it further its almost as if the factory has a mind of its own, an ever hungry consciousness burning with dark malevolence and the need to grow. It infects all who stand in its presence, compelling them to add to it. A hundred furnaces belch smoke and the black blood of the earth is torn from its cradle to fuel the fires of industry. The ecosystem is demolished and the skin of the planet is rent and shattered for its glittering treasures, tossed into the inferno of a thousand stone and metal prisons to be transformed, used to expand the malignant blight upon the world that we brought. Ten thousand steel cogs turn and steam fills the air as the never ending fires boil the oceans away to power the sprawling spiderweb of mechanised mayhem, ordered chaos at its purest, a hundred thousand plates of steel and copper cycle and swirl in patterns barely knowable by the very people that created them. Each day, the red and green fluids are pumped into glowing crystalline globes, each sparking and burning, discovering new knowledge and new machines. The factory grows. Each advance in technology only complicates matters. The factory grows. The new advances create a need for new resources. The factory grows. The new resources require new means of transportation. The factory grows. The new transportation feeds new machines that burn the new resources to produce blue fluids to discover new technology. The factory grows. The blue fluids feed the globes to reveal new truths, beginning the vicious cycle anew, a neverending circle of destruction and growth that will only end when every corner of the planet is scoured clean. The factory grows. The planet will never be scoured clean. The factory grows. The planet is infinite in size. The factory grows. The game will never be over. The factory grows. Epilogue: //: Date: 6/21/[ERROR_NULL_VALUE] Resources have dried up again. The factory consumes all within its reach, insatiable in its hunger. Though it had experienced full production stoppages in the past, the factory could never be eliminated from the planet by the natives, for the sun itself powered the beams of destruction that maintained its borders. Within the creaking, ancient cogs and permanent haze of foul and polluted smoke, a single humanoid shape slowly rises to its feet. Aged, failing flesh and bone long ago replaced with steel and chrome, once polished and clean, now weathered by uncountable years of exposure to acid rain and blackened by thick, choking smog, form its excuse for a body. It could have left while it was still human, before it was consumed in body by the foundry it created to escape. It never had a chance to leave, mind and soul devoured in the pursuit of freedom. With slow, clanking steps and the steady drip of oil from its joints, like a bleeding mechanical nightmare brought to hideous life, it stands and rasps as it moves for the exit. Behind it, a thousand drones rise like a plague of locusts, ready to continue the endless harvest. As the abomination that was once a man steps towards the gates of the factory, a mighty space faring vessel lies decrepit in its dry dock deep within the core of the facility. It was supposed to be a way off the planet, the whole reason for the factory's construction. But soon, the building of the factory became the means and the end, no thought other than the constant urge to grow in its mind. The only machine resembling the human form in the entire world stepped out into the barren wasteland of the ruined world. A keening, howling wind tears across the surface, forests destroyed by the ruined atmosphere no longer keeping it in check. It is the cry of a dead world, echoing forever on a planet overtaken by the machine." (Kilde: https://steamcommunity.com/id/site19/recommended/427520/)

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