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gilding the lily a bit but

Does a sealion have bootlicker nature? Ugh.

Please, señor software engineer was my father. Call me Bob.

"I'm going to double down on not reading this article herpa derpa gerpa poop" that's you. Please fuck off

FWIW, I read this somewhat charitably: I didn't read this article as "I want there to be prediction markets in journalism" as much as "The right-wing fuckos are very into this shit, so expect for it to froth up out of the sewers in 2025." That being said, as discussed elsewhere, many of the finer points are questionable.

N.B: I am not aware of Lorenz's shit opinions.

Techbros: “I’m hungry for that Lab Grown Meat!”

Labs:

It's probably worth 14B in the way a fire that you feed 14B of cash into is worth 14B

Oh yeah, haha. I often face the dilemma dilemma in which I have to choose between ignoring the 'incorrect" usage (i.e. not a choice between two things that are difficult to choose between) and seethe OR mention the correct usage and look like a pedant. Sometimes it's a trilemma, and I'm all over the shop. But more seriously, I usually let it slide and let people use it to mean "a situation".

I doubt that Lorenz has a dilemma in line with the correct usage. I couldn't fight the urge to steelman, spoilered below, which I suspect this is nothing near what Lorenz had in mind.

sorry, what exactly is the dilemma here? how is it an ethical dilemma to have an unethical way to make money?

I'm guessing what's being said is that in this fictional scenario with an ethically neutral prediction market, you could do insider trading but with fake news? Like, you predict that they will find cheese on the moon, and then you make a story about cheese on the moon.

Either way, it is a moot point since prediction markets are bunk, ethically or otherwise.

Nah my neighbour, Steve Tesla. He’s real smart. Found a way to get free cable

This is great. The “diaspora” framing makes me want there to be an NPR style public interest story about all this. The emotional core would be about trying to find a place to belong and being betrayed by the people you thought could be your friends, or something.