humanity
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Human vs AI — Part 1: The Island That Runs the World. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
HUMAN: I keep hearing the same line: “Taiwan matters.” But people say it like it’s abstract. Why does it really matter? AI: Because Taiwan is not just a place. It’s a critical point in the global system that converts ideas into physical power. Specifically: advanced semiconductors. A modern economy doesn’t run on oil alone anymore—it runs on computation. Computation is built on chips. And many of the most advanced chips are fabricated in Taiwan, largely by one company: TSMC.
By Yannick Boisclair13 days ago in Journal
Boss or Leader: What Is the Difference?
Definitions of Boss and Leader According to the dictionary, a boss is a person in charge of others in the workplace. A boss is responsible for assigning tasks, setting schedules, and approving leave for those under his authority.
By Margaret Minnicks14 days ago in Journal
To You Who Keep Giving Hope: A Beacon in the Darkness
In the tapestry of life, woven with threads of joy and sorrow, laughter and tears, some individuals stand out as radiant beacons of hope. They are the ones who, despite the darkness that may surround them, tirelessly extend a hand, offer a kind word, and ignite a spark of belief in others. This article is dedicated to you, the quiet givers, the resilient optimists, the unwavering source of hope in a world that often feels bleak.
By Wilson Igbasi14 days ago in Journal
god loves you, but not enough to save you
I’ve come to miss the smell of my old church, that burned incense, thick and suffocating, frankincense and myrrh, woody and earthy, sweet like something from beyond, something you could only experience behind its heavy, holy doors. I miss my fingers lingering, painting, gliding over, puddling in the holy water, hiding under the guise of maturity as I locked eyes with the priest and streaked it across my forehead, my lips, my heart with a strong, steady, damp, lying thumb—the Sign of the Cross. I miss the sight of stained glass glowing dimly in a dozen different colors, crafted so carefully and earnestly, beautiful and radiant, painting the very stories we would come to hear; I miss having to crane my head up high to see the priest, the podium, the Son of God up on the cross in the center, the candles, the choir, the holy, heavy Gospel. I miss the comfort of community, of neighbors, of sitting between strangers, of the closeness of bodies, of the feel of another person’s warmth radiating close by, of the intrigue, of the tension, of the stakes, of the waiting game, of glances, of soft, sweet, friendly smiles, of hands clasped and held and shaken before the doubt set in, before touches became something strange, something to desire or to fear, before people were something to shy away from, before respect was leveled on a scale, weighed and tested and failed, time after time. I miss the songs, the organ, the music, the rising and falling, the hums and hymns, the volume, the rising chimes of familiarity, voices loud, voices quiet, voices everywhere, together, singing the same songs. I would say I miss bowing my head and praying like it meant something, like I was heard, like I had meaning, like my mortal fears could be quelled, like my questions would be answered, only that part, I will admit, is somewhat of a blur—what exactly did I ever ask of my God in those days? I remember only one thing; I know I asked to hear Him, to know Him, to feel Him—in my early teen years, I found myself lost and angry and afraid and desperate, desperate to keep believing. Give me a sign, I would pray, time after time, before my prayers turned to pleas, then to harsh, vapid commands—give me a sign, Lord, and I will know I am wrong; I’ll know you are here with me. But no such sign ever came, and if it had, it passed me by in a blink, a flashing, fleeting moment. Yet the whole time, my eyes were bared to the world before me, and I did not feel Him; I felt nothing but the throb of my own heart, beating, beating, beating in a silent room, a room turned sour rather than sweet, nauseating with the bend of knee, the blind-eyed faith of others, all hearing, all seeing, all knowing a Lord who would not hear me, who would not know me, who would not see me as I was—a room that turned such silences to song with a single cue, with a jolt like a flinch rather than a whimsical transition, a room in which people praised and loved a God that I could not keep pretending to feel. Even so, I miss the pretending, too, before I saw it for what it was—the hard, cold surface of the pew, my hands clasped in prayer, focused, eyes shut, trying, hoping, wishing, praying to be known, to be felt, to be forgiven, to be loved unconditionally by something far, far away.
By angela hepworth14 days ago in Journal
Naked Burglar Busted After Boisterous Booze-Fueled Break-Ins at Miami Mansions
Christmas night is usually wrapped in lights, laughter, and late dinners. But in one exclusive oceanfront community near Miami, the holiday took a surreal turn—one that felt less like a festive movie and more like a crime drama written by chaos itself.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukun15 days ago in Journal
Tinubu Announces Arrival of 4 US Attack Helicopters as Nigeria Tightens the Screws on Insecurity
In the war against insecurity, perception matters almost as much as firepower. On Friday, December 26, President Bola Ahmed Tinubu pulled back the curtain on a key development in Nigeria’s security strategy: four attack helicopters ordered from the United States will soon arrive in the country. The announcement, made during a meeting with leaders of the Christian Association of Nigeria (CAN) at his Lagos residence, comes at a time when Nigerians are desperate for visible action against banditry, terrorism, and insurgency.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukun15 days ago in Journal
Russia Launches Mass Attack on Kyiv Ahead of Trump–Zelensky Peace Talks
War has a cruel sense of timing. Just hours after Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky confirmed plans to meet US President Donald Trump to discuss a possible peace framework, the skies over Kyiv filled with fire. Missiles streaked across the night. Drones buzzed like mechanical hornets. Air-raid sirens once again dragged families from their beds into underground shelters.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukun15 days ago in Journal
Karoline Leavitt’s Husband
Introduction As political commentator and former White House press secretary Karoline Leavitt gains national attention—especially during her 2024 congressional campaign and ongoing media appearances—many fans and followers have turned their curiosity toward her personal life. One of the most frequently searched questions? “Who is Karoline Leavitt’s husband?”
By KAMRAN AHMAD15 days ago in Journal
Mickey Lee
Introduction When Big Brother 27 was announced, fans eagerly scanned the cast list for fresh faces — and one name quickly sparked curiosity: Mickey Lee. Dubbed “Mickey from Big Brother” across social media, he rapidly gained attention for his sharp gameplay, emotional depth, and unexpected alliances.
By KAMRAN AHMAD15 days ago in Journal
How Nikola Jokić Makes NBA History on Christmas Day
Christmas Day in the NBA is supposed to be special. It’s when the league puts its brightest stars under the biggest lights, when legacies are burnished and memories are wrapped like gifts for fans around the world. But every once in a while, a player doesn’t just play the game — he redefines what greatness looks like.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukun17 days ago in Journal
