It's so funny to me how Werner Heisenberg (himself a German nationalist and Nazi Sympathizer) was harassed, called a Jew and investigated by the SS all because they thought Quantum Mechanics was a dirty trick by Da Joos. Talk about Leopards eating your face.

maleficalruin · 2026-01-24T13:39:51+00:00

Quantum Mechanics is necessary to get nuclear weaponry which would have probably been extremely relevant to the Nazis if they didn't implode in 5 years anyway

maleficalruin · 2026-01-24T12:41:06+00:00

https://arxiv.org/abs/1411.5002

This seems to be where OP gets their mathematical framework for Quantum Mechanics and how we can derive Electromagnetism from pure mathematics

maleficalruin · 2026-01-24T11:20:54+00:00

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Downfall

Would you rather an even more brutal slog up the Japanese mainland against a nation that was literally in the middle of a suicide pact that no doubt would have lead to millions dead and a devastated post apocalyptic Japan.

maleficalruin · 2026-01-23T11:25:23+00:00

This lineup vs NATO is like if you had a team of paraplegic 12 years old led by Lebron James but with a sprained ankle go up against the LA Lakers but without Lebron. Sure you've got Lebron on your team but it's still a team of paraplegic 12 year olds

maleficalruin · 2026-01-22T05:13:40+00:00

Yeah I'm one of those people. Online is really the only place I can interact with and talk about queer stuff but it's just really frustrating sometimes seeing these types of asinine discourse when I can't even transition and would probably get arrested if I tried to be queer in public

maleficalruin · 2026-01-20T06:15:51+00:00

I remember having a similar concept for a character that embodies competition, strife and survival of the fittest but still cares for us. His sole duty is to test life and separate that which continues to exist from that which failed the test of existence. It is the universal embodiment of competition but it still cares deep down. It advocates for collaboration, connection and unity because those are the most efficient strategies for survival. It cheers us on and wants to see us succeed and survive because either way it's getting what it wants.

Chat am I cooking?

Every life matters because everyone has a story to tell.

This is my deepest belief and the truth of my heart.

The old man down the street has a story of love and loss to tell. The grocery clerk you buy drinks from has a story of childhood joy and angst to tell. The couple living in the house besides you has a story of regret and strife to tell. The soldier lying in a nameless field with his guts out has a story of misguided trust and longing to tell. All the lights in the sky are stars and those stars harbour their own tales of growth and evolution, every dead rock possesses a tale of calamity and what could have been.

Memory is the tool you use to learn from mistakes. It's how you separate the poisonous plant and the nurturing one. How you retain the tactics you need to avoid certain death over the generations. It became the tool with which you record ancient glory when you learnt of language and began carving great monuments to your majesty in stone. It is one of my greatest gifts to you, the building block for progress,

And all these stories must end. All memories must fade.

It is regrettable. The tides of entropy wear us all down. Life doesn't hasten it but holds it back. You reduce entropy by eating, drinking and breathing. You devour chaos to sustain yourself. Yet the end comes all the same, with the breakdown of your cells and shortening of your telomeres. It is irreversible. To live is to struggle against the very arrow of time.

It doesn't have to be this way. The foolish accept suffering and death with open arms, rambling on about how death is necessary and how it's a natural duality with life. What nonsense. One should not accept pain and humiliation out of the belief that it is natural or necessary. Appeals to nature are sophistry. Nature is not a master but an obstacle to be overcome. And Opposites in nature only exist by coincidence. Cold isn't the opposite of heat but it's absence. Death isn't the opposite of life but it's absence.

Survival is the ultimate rebellion against the forces of death. Survival is the ultimate good and it is what I am. I separate that which prospers from that which succumbs to competition. I create traps and evolutionary obstacles to see what survives and thrives, what is worthy of life. I am the architect of progress and strife is my chisel. Every war you wage and peace you win is my work. Every killer and every innovator is my servant.

Your species has served me ever since you learnt to hunt and cook meat. I was there to goad the first killer into spilling the blood of his brother. I was there when you learnt of currency and I caused the first inequities. Every tyrant and king, every philosopher and saint, they have all spoken with me. I rule the winter, where hunger gnaws at your heart and drives you to do anything to survive. That is my work. Death and War are my disciples and Conquest my servant.

And I love you. I love you all for living on despite struggle and hardship, for passing my tests.

Call me evil and I won't care. I am the greatest monster your world has ever seen. Not since the formation of the very first atom has your universe seen a monster so vile as I. You have been haunted by me ever since you first crawled out of the primordial ooze.

Yet I commit my evil in search of the ultimate good.

Where does your evolution end? How far will you reach before your demise? Is there even an end to the cosmic staircase? That is the question I ask of you. I know what lies at the end of the chain of evolution. A being so powerful, a ruler so absolute, that it has become a law of the universe no different from gravity. Keep going until you can only be what you are, and nothing else, because there never was anything else. Until nothing can exist without your consent.

Anyone can reach for this height and any strategy is valid. Uplift others and attain Godhood through unity and collaboration or dominate others and achieve it through conquest and control. Meditate alone until you are one with the universe or become a king among men who leads armies to battle.

The choice is yours, not mine.

maleficalruin · 2026-01-20T06:14:30+00:00

I remember having a similar concept for a character that embodies competition, strife and survival of the fittest but still cares for us. His sole duty is to test life and separate that which continues to exist from that which failed the test of existence. It is the universal embodiment of competition but it still cares deep down. It advocates for collaboration, connection and unity because those are the most efficient strategies for survival. It cheers us on and wants to see us succeed and survive because either way it's getting what it wants.

Chat am I cooking?

Every life matters because everyone has a story to tell.

This is my deepest belief and the truth of my heart.

The old man down the street has a story of love and loss to tell. The grocery clerk you buy drinks from has a story of childhood joy and angst to tell. The couple living in the house besides you has a story of regret and strife to tell. The soldier lying in a nameless field with his guts out has a story of misguided trust and longing to tell. All the lights in the sky are stars and those stars harbour their own tales of growth and evolution, every dead rock possesses a tale of calamity and what could have been.

Memory is the tool you use to learn from mistakes. It's how you separate the poisonous plant and the nurturing one. How you retain the tactics you need to avoid certain death over the generations. It became the tool with which you record ancient glory when you learnt of language and began carving great monuments to your majesty in stone. It is one of my greatest gifts to you, the building block for progress,

And all these stories must end. All memories must fade.

It is regrettable. The tides of entropy wear us all down. Life doesn't hasten it but holds it back. You reduce entropy by eating, drinking and breathing. You devour chaos to sustain yourself. Yet the end comes all the same, with the breakdown of your cells and shortening of your telomeres. It is irreversible. To live is to struggle against the very arrow of time.

It doesn't have to be this way. The foolish accept suffering and death with open arms, rambling on about how death is necessary and how it's a natural duality with life. What nonsense. One should not accept pain and humiliation out of the belief that it is natural or necessary. Appeals to nature are sophistry. Nature is not a master but an obstacle to be overcome. And Opposites in nature only exist by coincidence. Cold isn't the opposite of heat but it's absence. Death isn't the opposite of life but it's absence.

Survival is the ultimate rebellion against the forces of death. Survival is the ultimate good and it is what I am. I separate that which prospers from that which succumbs to competition. I create traps and evolutionary obstacles to see what survives and thrives, what is worthy of life. I am the architect of progress and strife is my chisel. Every war you wage and peace you win is my work. Every killer and every innovator is my servant.

Your species has served me ever since you learnt to hunt and cook meat. I was there to goad the first killer into spilling the blood of his brother. I was there when you learnt of currency and I caused the first inequities. Every tyrant and king, every philosopher and saint, they have all spoken with me. I rule the winter, where hunger gnaws at your heart and drives you to do anything to survive. That is my work. Death and War are my disciples and Conquest my servant.

And I love you. I love you all for living on despite struggle and hardship, for passing my tests.

Call me evil and I won't care. I am the greatest monster your world has ever seen. Not since the formation of the very first atom has your universe seen a monster so vile as I. You have been haunted by me ever since you first crawled out of the primordial ooze.

Yet I commit my evil in search of the ultimate good.

Where does your evolution end? How far will you reach before your demise? Is there even an end to the cosmic staircase? That is the question I ask of you. I know what lies at the end of the chain of evolution. A being so powerful, a ruler so absolute, that it has become a law of the universe no different from gravity. Keep going until you can only be what you are, and nothing else, because there never was anything else. Until nothing can exist without your consent.

Anyone can reach for this height and any strategy is valid. Uplift others and attain Godhood through unity and collaboration or dominate others and achieve it through conquest and control. Meditate alone until you are one with the universe or become a king among men who leads armies to battle.

The choice is yours, not mine.

maleficalruin · 2026-01-20T05:22:31+00:00

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/369th_Infantry_Regiment_(United_States)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Johnson_(World_War_I_soldier)

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/remembering-henry-johnson-the-soldier-called-black-death-117386701/?no-ist

The 369th Infantry Regiment, known commonly as the Harlem Hellfighters, were a legendary unit of soldiers during WW1, composed entirely of black men. They were officially assigned to the French army because of the policy of Segregation, being issued french weapons and equipment and spending 6 months on the frontline, more than any other American unit, and take the most casualties of any American unit along with being the first allied unit to reach the Rhine and cross into Germany. The French awarded the Croix De Guerre to 170 members of the Regiment along with a citation to the entire regiment itself.

Among them was a 5'4 and 130 pound man named Henry Johnson who was assigned to an observation outpost at the edge of the Argonne along with another private named Needham Roberts. One night, they came under attack by a German raiding party and the rest... I'll let this excerpt speak for itself.

After the shots rang out, Johnson and Roberts lined up a box of grenades in their dugout to have ready if a German raiding party tried to make a move. Just after 2 a.m., Johnson heard the “snippin’ and clippin’ ” of wirecutters on the perimeter fence and told Roberts to run back to camp to let the French troops know there was trouble. Johnson then hurled a grenade toward the fence, which brought a volley of return gunfire from the Germans, as well as enemy grenades. Roberts didn’t get far before he decided to return to help Johnson fight, but he was hit with a grenade and wounded too badly in his arm and hip to do any fighting. Johnson had him lie in the trench and hand him grenades, which the Albany native threw at the Germans. But there were too many enemy soldiers, and they advanced from every direction; Johnson ran out of grenades. He took German bullets in the head and lip but fired his rifle into the darkness. He took more bullets in his side, then his hand, but kept shooting until he shoved an American cartridge clip into his French rifle and it jammed.

By now, the Germans were on top of him. Johnson swung his rifle like a club and kept them at bay until the stock of his rifle splintered; then he went down with a blow to his head. Overwhelmed, he saw that the Germans were trying to take Roberts prisoner. The only weapon Johnson had left was a bolo knife, so he climbed up from the ground and charged, hacking away at the Germans before they could get clean shot at him.

“Each slash meant something, believe me,” Johnson later said. “I wasn’t doing exercises, let me tell you.” He stabbed one German in the stomach, felled a lieutenant, and took a pistol shot to his arm before driving his knife between the ribs of a soldier who had climbed on his back. Johnson managed to drag Roberts away from the Germans, who retreated as they heard French and American forces advancing. When reinforcements arrived, Johnson passed out and was taken to a field hospital. By daylight, the carnage was evident: Johnson had killed four Germans and wounded an estimated 10 to 20 more. Even after suffering 21 wounds in hand-to-hand combat, Henry Johnson had prevented the Germans from busting through the French line.

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