You believe it’s the Dem’s that do the sabotaging, and that they are compromising to…themselves? Interesting.

Do you not believe they’re preparing an amendment, or do you not believe it will pass?

The tax situation for U.S. territories is complex and varies between them. Here’s a brief overview:

Puerto Rico and U.S. Virgin Islands:

Residents generally do not pay federal income tax on local income. They do pay federal payroll taxes (Social Security and Medicare). They have their own tax systems.

Guam and Northern Mariana Islands:

Have a “mirror” tax system that parallels the U.S. federal tax system. Residents pay taxes to the territorial government instead of to the U.S. federal government.

American Samoa:

Has its own tax system. Residents generally do not pay federal income taxes.

However, there are exceptions:

Federal employees in these territories generally pay federal income tax. Residents with income sources from the U.S. mainland may need to pay federal taxes on that income. Some residents may need to file U.S. tax returns under certain circumstances.

It’s important to note that while residents of these territories may not pay federal income taxes in many cases, they also don’t have full representation in Congress and can’t vote in U.S. presidential elections (though they may participate in primary elections).

On the way out of the office, I told my new coworker “Have a good Independence Day,” and he responded without missing a beat, “You too, it’s the last one!” lol, fuk

Mildreds out here, tryin ta take ‘Mildred’ back, and y’all throwin shade like people ain’t have to live with dumbass fuckin names like Mildred. Leave Mildreds alone! They’ve got enough to deal with. Wait, they chose Mildred, like as an adult? In the present? Pfft.

Ideogram, make my post an image.

<Ideogram> Sure thing boss!

Claude, re-write my post.

<Claude> Sure thing boss!

Generative AI fascinates me, and I use it frequently for both work and leisure. This photo, however, is the first to make me feel a twinge of sadness, as it reminds me that I now have to question the authenticity of everything I see.

Then I recall that even traditional photographs often undergo extensive post-processing, which somewhat alleviates my concern. To distract myself, I create an AI-generated video of the river flowing, momentarily forgetting my worries.

However, I can’t help but notice that many of these AI generations are of poor quality. Generative AI is simultaneously wonderful and troubling - a double-edged sword of technology.

Despite these mixed feelings, I must admit this is a beautiful photo.

I like to think about the spacefaring AI (or cyborgs, if we’re lucky) that will inevitably do this stuff in our stead, assuming we don’t strangle them in the cradle.

I love generative A.I. I use it all the time, professionally and recreationally. This photo is the first to make me sad that I have to question the veracity of everything now. Then I remember the amount of post-processing a photo like this usually goes through and feel less sad. Then I make an AI video of the river flowing and forget what I was worried about. But all these generations are kinda trash. Such wonderful, terrible things. Beautiful photo, though.

I am legion.

A person belonging to one or more Order is just as likely to carry a flag of the counter-establishment as the flag of the establishment-- just as long as it is a flag.

The DNC is not a government entity. It’s a private organization that represents the interests of party members and has no legal obligation to serve the public. We can be irritated with the DNC, but we can’t blame them for this.

Such wonderful, terrible things.

/stares in smart glasses

I asked Claude to re-write the beginning of Ulysses at a 5th grade level:

Buck Mulligan, a big man, came up the stairs. He was carrying a bowl with shaving cream, a mirror, and a razor. He wore a yellow robe that wasn’t tied. He held up the bowl and said some words in Latin.

He stopped and called down the stairs: “Come up, Kinch! Come up, you scared priest!”

Buck went to the edge of the tower. He turned around and made blessing motions three times towards the tower, the land, and the mountains. Then he saw Stephen Dedalus. Buck made quick crosses in the air and shook his head at Stephen. Stephen didn’t like this. He was tired and put his arms on the stairs, looking at Buck’s face and hair.

Buck looked under the mirror quickly and then covered the bowl. “Back to work!” he said seriously. He added in a funny voice: “This is the real thing, friends. Body and soul and blood. Slow music, please. Close your eyes, guys. One moment. A little problem with those white blood cells. Quiet, everyone.”

He whistled long and slow, then waited. His white teeth had some gold in them. Two loud whistles answered back. “Thanks, buddy,” he said quickly. “That’s good. Turn off the power, will you?” He jumped down and looked at Stephen. His face looked like an important church person from long ago. He smiled. “What a joke!” he said happily. “Your funny name is from ancient Greek!” He pointed at Stephen in a friendly way and went to the edge, laughing. Stephen followed him halfway and sat down, watching as Buck set up his mirror and started to shave.

At this point, you’re a towel.

Our textual selves exist in !fuck_ai@lemmy.world. This is not a semantic space with room for consideration. AI Bad.

Cause they got your SSN from the dark web. Come on, man, think!