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Why no slop thread?

Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 18:49:43 No.23215290 View View Reply Original Report

If Palantir is scraping behavior data from the whole internet; why not just post slop?

Uncle Ted says just log off because social media is just a pressure valve.

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to?

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 18:53:00 No.23215300 Report

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tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause: there's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life;

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office and the spurns

That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 18:56:10 No.23215308 Report

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To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscover'd country from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pith and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action.—Soft you now!

The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remember'd.

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 18:59:09 No.23215317 Report

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Hamlet by William Shakespeare follows Prince Hamlet of Denmark, who seeks revenge against his uncle Claudius for murdering his father, the king, and usurping the throne. After encountering his father’s ghost, Hamlet feigns madness, contemplates life and death (notably in the “To be or not to be” soliloquy), and orchestrates a play to confirm Claudius’s guilt. The ensuing tragedy involves betrayal, death, and madness, culminating in a deadly duel where most main characters, including Hamlet, perish.
For a modern man, Hamlet may convey the importance of resolving inner conflicts and taking decisive action rather than succumbing to indecision or overthinking. It also highlights the destructive impact of revenge and the need for moral clarity in navigating complex personal and societal challenges.

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 19:02:05 No.23215326 Report

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The name “Hamlet” likely derives from Old English or Germanic roots. It is thought to be a diminutive of “Ham,” meaning “home” or “village,” combined with a suffix like “-let,” suggesting “little home” or “small village.” This aligns with the character’s role as a prince tied to the Danish court, a metaphorical “home” he seeks to restore. Another theory links it to the Old French “hamel,” meaning a small hamlet or enclosed area, reflecting a sense of confinement or isolation, which mirrors Hamlet’s introspective and trapped nature. The exact etymology remains speculative, but these roots suggest themes of place, identity, and enclosure central to the play.

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 19:59:54 No.23215657 Report

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Hamlet - Laurence Olivier - Shakespeare - 1948 - Multiple Subtitles - HD Restored - 4K

https://youtu.be/tsPPI_7x1dk

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 20:02:53 No.23215666 Report

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“Speak no evil” is a phrase from the proverb “see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil,” often depicted with the “Three Wise Monkeys.” It means to avoid saying harmful, untrue, or malicious things about others, promoting the idea of refraining from gossip, slander, or negative speech. In a modern context, it encourages mindfulness in communication and maintaining integrity, aligning with values of kindness and respect.

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 20:10:18 No.23215686 Report

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In scientific discussions, one of the strongest arguments often cited is the fine-tuning of the universe, where physical constants like the cosmological constant are so precisely balanced that even slight alterations would make life impossible. This suggests an intelligent designer rather than random chance.

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Anonymous ID:cGhq4lzM Sun 31 Aug 2025 20:12:03 No.23215691 Report

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>>23215290
It's why I just turbo shitpost.

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 20:14:46 No.23215707 Report

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Edward Feser’s “Five Proofs of the Existence of God” presents classical arguments for God’s existence, drawing from Aristotelian-Thomistic philosophy. The five proofs are:
1. Aristotelian Proof: Everything in motion requires a first unmoved mover to initiate and sustain it, identified as God.
2. Neo-Platonic Proof: The hierarchy of being, from imperfect to perfect forms, points to a single, ultimate source of all existence—God.
3. Augustinian Proof: The presence of universal truths and ideas in the mind suggests a divine intellect as their origin, which is God.
4. Thomistic Proof: Every contingent thing (dependent for existence) relies on a necessary being that sustains all, identified as God.
5. Rationalist Proof: The order and intelligibility of the universe imply a purposeful intelligent design, attributable to God.
Feser argues these proofs collectively establish a timeless, immaterial, and intelligent first cause, aligning with the classical concept of God.

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 20:25:03 No.23215736 Report

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Thomas Aquinas’ “Five Ways” are philosophical arguments for God’s existence outlined in his Summa Theologica. They are:
1. Argument from Motion: Everything in motion must be moved by something else, leading to a first unmoved mover—God.
2. Argument from Efficient Cause: Every effect has a cause, requiring a first uncaused cause—God—to start the chain.
3. Argument from Contingency: Contingent beings (that can exist or not) depend on a necessary being—God—for their existence.
4. Argument from Degrees of Perfection: Variations in goodness, truth, and nobility imply a maximum standard—God—as their source.
5. Argument from Design: The order and purpose in the universe suggest a purposeful intelligent design by God.
These arguments collectively point to a single, eternal, and intelligent first cause.

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 20:38:02 No.23215769 Report

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In the sleepy village of Willow Creek, nestled among rolling hills and whispering pines, lived Amos Tanner, a lanky boy of seventeen with calloused hands and a restless heart. His days were spent tending his family’s small farm—milking cows, mending fences, and hauling water from the creek. The village was a patchwork of barns and fields, where folks knew each other’s secrets and the church bell marked time. Amos loved the land but felt a quiet ache, as if the hills hid something meant just for him. At night, he’d climb the oak behind the barn, staring at the stars, dreaming of a purpose beyond the plow.

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 20:39:55 No.23215775 Report

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One autumn dusk, while checking rabbit traps in the deep woods, Amos stumbled upon a crumbling stone shrine, half-swallowed by moss. Carved into it was a strange symbol—a spiral with a star at its center. As he touched it, a low hum filled the air, and an old woman’s voice, carried on the wind, whispered, “Find the Heart of the Grove, boy. It sings for you.” Amos froze, heart pounding. The village elders spoke of the Grove, a mythical glade said to hold a sacred spring that granted wisdom but was guarded by trials. Most dismissed it as folklore, but Amos felt the words lodge in his soul.

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 20:41:18 No.23215781 Report

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Back home, Amos tried to shake the voice. He told himself it was just the wind, that he had no business chasing fairy tales. His ma needed him; the farm was failing, and his pa had passed last winter. Leaving meant risking everything. He buried the strange encounter, focusing on chores, but the spiral symbol haunted his dreams, and the stars seemed to beckon louder each night.

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 20:45:05 No.23215795 Report

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Days later, Old Man Carver, the village’s eccentric beekeeper, caught Amos staring at the horizon. Carver, with his wild white hair and eyes like polished flint, had always seemed half in another world. “Heard the Grove’s call, ain’t ya?” he said, puffing his pipe. Amos, startled, confessed the shrine and the voice. Carver handed him a worn leather pouch containing a single acorn etched with the spiral. “Plant it where the trials lead ya,” he said. “The Grove tests heart, not muscle. Don’t run from it, boy.” His words, gruff but kind, stirred Amos’s courage.

At dawn, Amos packed a satchel with bread, a knife, and the acorn, leaving a note for his ma. He slipped into the forest, where the trees grew denser and the air heavier. The path to the Grove was unmarked, but the spiral symbol appeared—etched in bark, woven in roots—guiding him deeper. The familiar world of Willow Creek faded; he was now in a realm where shadows danced and the wind carried secrets.

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 20:48:04 No.23215804 Report

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The forest tested Amos. A raging stream blocked his path, forcing him to build a raft from fallen logs, nearly drowning in the attempt. A pack of wild dogs circled him one night, but he stood his ground, mimicking their growls until they slunk away. He met an ally in Lila, a runaway girl from a neighboring village, who knew the woods and shared her flint for fire. She warned of the Grove’s guardian, a spectral figure called the Watcher, who judged those seeking the spring. Together, they faced a riddle carved on a boulder: “What breaks but never falls?” Amos, thinking of his own stubborn hope, answered, “Dawn.” The path opened.

At the forest’s heart, Amos and Lila found the Grove—a glade glowing with unnatural light, the air thick with the scent of earth and honey. At its center shimmered the sacred spring, but the Watcher emerged, a towering shadow with eyes like stars. It demanded Amos face his fear: abandonment. In a vision, he saw his ma weeping, the farm lost, himself alone. Trembling, he clutched the acorn, whispering, “I ain’t running no more.”

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 20:49:53 No.23215812 Report

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The Watcher challenged Amos to plant the acorn in the spring’s soil, but the ground resisted, as if testing his will. Doubt clawed at him—memories of his pa’s death, his own failures. Lila urged him on, singing a soft tune from her village about seeds growing in darkness. With shaking hands, Amos dug, planting the acorn. The ground shook, and the spring surged, its waters flooding his senses with visions of Willow Creek’s future—lush fields, united folk, a legacy of hope.

The acorn sprouted instantly, becoming a sapling pulsing with light. The Watcher nodded, vanishing, and the spring’s water filled Amos with clarity. He understood now: the Grove’s wisdom wasn’t power but purpose—to nurture, not just take, from the land. He drank from the spring, feeling its truth root in him like the sapling.

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 20:52:38 No.23215829 Report

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Amos and Lila turned back, the forest parting easily now. But Amos knew returning meant facing his ma’s worry and the village’s skepticism. Lila chose to stay in the woods, seeking her own path, but gave Amos a woven bracelet as a reminder of their bond. He tucked it in his pocket, steeling himself for home.

In Willow Creek, Amos found the farm in disarray, his ma frail but fierce. Some villagers scoffed at his tale, but others listened, drawn to his quiet conviction. He shared the spring’s vision, rallying them to plant new crops and share resources. When drought struck, Amos led them to dig a new well, guided by the spiral’s memory. Water flowed, and the village thrived. Amos, once a dreamer, became a leader, his heart tested and true.

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 20:55:32 No.23215842 Report

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Years later, Amos stood under the oak behind the barn, now joined by a sapling from the Grove’s seed. Willow Creek was no longer just a village but a community, its fields green, its people bound by shared purpose. Amos, still a country boy, carried the spiral in his heart—a reminder that heroes aren’t born but grown, through trials, in the dirt of home. At night, he’d look at the stars, no longer restless, but whole.

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 22:16:34 No.23216440 Report

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Where’s my ceremonial Scottish sword? Still in the evidence locker? Welp…

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Sun 31 Aug 2025 23:01:45 No.23216646 Report

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>>23215691

OFFICIAL SHITPOSTING LICENSE
Issued by the Grand Council of Internet Chaos
This certifies that the holder is hereby authorized to engage in the noble, yet utterly questionable art of shitposting, including but not limited to: flooding feeds with memes so bad they’re good, trolling with the finesse of a medieval jester, and generally being a delightful nuisance on the internet. Warning: This license does not guarantee laughter, sanity, or immunity from eternal banishment to the shadow realm of bad takes. Use your powers irresponsibly—because who needs dignity anyway?
License Number: 404-MEME-NOT-FOUND
Valid Until: The Internet Stops Being a Dumpster Fire
Signature: Lord of Lulz

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Anonymous ID:SM5FC3in Mon 01 Sep 2025 01:05:03 No.23217298 Report

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English Revolution?

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Anonymous ID:lhNXZmlx Mon 01 Sep 2025 01:22:25 No.23217364 Report

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>>23215290
>If Palantir is scraping behavior data from the whole internet; why not just post slop?
can you tell me about palantir?

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NietzschespeaksofthisNohedidn'tDidyoureadanyofhisbooks?No,didyou?No ID:tfvGyzdW Mon 01 Sep 2025 01:24:47 No.23217374 Report

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here is some slop for you

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