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  Wake_up (@Arch_Inarius) reported 21 seconds ago

  @BattlefieldComm What is the fix for “kicked due to inactivity” during match loading. Steam and EA app now and @BattlefieldComm is doing nothing about it

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  William Peynsaert (@PeynsaertBill) reported 3 minutes ago

  War wasn't always about shooting babies in the head from a very safe distance, Israeli style. They rushed us into line. The officers shouting, using their swords almost like a measuring stick to align us. We fell down behind a wooden fence. In mud. It was the first day in two weeks it had finally stopped raining. We wished to sink into that mud until only our noses would stick out and let us breathe. As soon as that feeling hit me came the question: ‘But how will I shoot my rifle at them then?’. It’s fear clashing against this bizarre masculine honor that makes you want to kill people so you won’t feel mortified after. We heard them before we could see them. They were Coburn’s boys. A full brigade. Five regiments zeroing in on us. Hungry, some of them shoeless. Moving towards us like a multicolored quilt with bayonets sticking out. That’s one of the many odd things about them, many of them have completely different uniforms, and yet if you look at each of them individually, no matter what they are wearing, brown jackets, gray jackets, blue jackets taken from our dead or captured supply wagons, white shirts, red shirts, no matter, you just know: That’s a Confederate infantryman. And he will kill me if I don’t manage to kill him first. But like I said, first we heard them. At first it was like I could hear their silence, if that makes sense. That moment the marching stops, the shuffling through trees, the cling clang clong of metal, canteens dangling from belts, officers cocking pistols, men loading their rifles. Then nothing. The sound of the rustling of the trees, inviting play and sharing food on the grass, not state sanctioned murder. The sound that doesn’t penetrate your ears, but your gut, your bones, of 2,000 heartbeats and their breathing speeding up, as they work up their dander to come at you. And then they surge forward. Mysteriously, cause you don’t see or hear anyone give a command. After that you see them, you see them come out of the tree line, into the open, but still too far to get a good shot at them. Then your heart drops right into your stomach, like someone pushed over its scaffolding in your chest. They start running. You feel the ground vibrate. And the yelling. The yelling. It’s not yelling. It’s the sound of something that’s decided that all it now lives for is to tear right into you and just rip you apart. A vicious lash snapping out of 2,000 throats that seems to grab you by the back of your neck to pull you into the abyss. That’s when many piss themselves. I did too. Am not as much ashamed of the fact that I pissed myself as I am grateful that at least I didn’t have **** running over my legs. At least piss dries and it’s not so obvious. For a second you hope they will realize we are behind a fence, we will have 400 yards of open field to pour our rifles into them and they will be smart about this and turn back. But that’s not how they are built. There’s a frenzy in the air. For them nothing in the world exists anymore. Only you as their destination, their final communion with their existence on this earth and the only way you can convince them to stop is to shoot them to pieces. With some even that doesn’t work and they’ll still run, shot up, to at least get one slash or stab or smack at your firing line. They’re madmen. Very focused madmen. And they stink. They reek. Weeks of not washing. Months of wearing the same uniforms. So now it’s not just the screaming. It’s the bubonic plague, but it moves and it’s screeching. The sound they make cuts. Like a wounded animal you’ve angered and it has nothing to lose and will have your blood no matter what you do now. They’re not even halfway and some of the guys next to you become like little children. They drop their rifles. First they crawl. Then they get up. Running. Some stay, but yell: ‘Our line is breaking. We can’t hold them.’ This then makes more of us skedaddle to the rear. God knows where to. Just back, away from here. Anywhere where those fatalistic lunatics aren’t. You shoot your rifle before you realize you never took aim. You forget to reload even though you’ve gone through the whole routine a hundred times. You forget, even though the veterans have warned you, you would forget. They told you to focus on nothing but that routine in your head, nothing else, but it’s too late. You watch your own hands and they’re doing everything wrong. You pick up a rifle left behind by a fellow soldier who bolted back, back to mama, or wherever to. You shoot that one. You count to ten to steady yourself and it takes all your energy to reload. To get it right. Your brain has never had to do anything harder, and yet you know it’s not that complicated. You curse your own brain for not functioning properly when it should be doing all it can to keep you alive. Then the first guys actually get hit. You see bullets knock through cheeks. Flesh gets torn off faces. Like you smash a pumpkin with a small pick ax. When a bullet hits a human body it’s not loud, but it’s unmistakable. It’s a unique dull popping sound. A small pebble piercing a bag of water. Now you are reloading AND praying this doesn’t happen to you or if it does that at least you get hit right in the heart so you are done with this. Your biggest fear is to be hit between your legs. Or that you turn a certain way and a bullet tears out both your eyes, but you survive. And if a head shot is coming, please, Lord, let it be fatal. You don’t want to have a hole in the middle of your face, nose gone, for the rest of your life. Imagine life where your chances with women dwindle to zero. Even hookers would refuse you. Their screaming intensifies. It no longer sounds like anything a living creature can produce. It’s like the volume of it is debating with you and trying to convince you to let go, to die, to embrace the mercy of dying right here and now. Then comes that moment that you know. If you wait even 20 more seconds one of them will literally jump at your throat, pin you to the ground and strangle you to death by pushing his rifle against your throat with both hands. It’s already happening to one of your acquaintances five yards away. And yet you do nothing to pull the assailant off him. It’s pointless to try and reload. This is where your bayonet training should kick in. But it doesn’t. You weakly throw your rifle at them. Thinking it will fly like a spear. It does no such thing. It just sticks in the ground. Now you run. You run like a little boy who’s five years old and thinks he will never see his mum and dad again if he doesn’t run. You run like a lost boy searching for his parents at a busy market and believes the market is endlessly big and home can never be found again. You step on a wounded comrade and in a flash you notice you pushed his nose into the mud. This may make you responsible for his death. Yet you don’t stop. You don’t go back to turn him around. Now it’s like every aspect of you that you could ever be proud of stepped out of your body and is sitting with that comrade you drove deeper into the mud. You crash through the lines of a friendly brigade that is now forming to stem the rebel tide. From the look on your face some of them are already trying to turn back, but their officers are still in control and shove them back into line. For a second you think: Where are your officers? Why couldn’t they keep us steady? Once behind this fresh brigade you collapse on a tree log. There’s a few seconds of relief, but then shame. Teamsters trying to get ammunition wagons closer to the front already know what happened to you. They pity you. A small sniper unit is way up in a tree behind you. One of them loading rifles on the ground for his comrades above looks at you and ask: ‘You alright their, mate? They’re on us thick like fleas. They’re turning our flank. Damn rascals are outnumbered two to one and they’re mauling our flank.’ Your head hangs between your legs and you say ‘it’s a real mess out there, we had no artillery support’, but the guy probably never hears you, your voice doesn’t go as loud as you intended. You know you are making excuses. They ran towards your line. They did the more dangerous part. Artillery or no, the line should have held. Besides, in these thick woods it’s nearly impossible to use artillery effectively. That’s why they dare to attack an enemy that outguns them. They chose the worst possible nightmare of a battlefield cause they are desperate enough and this wilderness doesn’t make a difference anymore. They are used to conditions that break most humans, your side isn’t. You get 4,000 calories to eat most days. They get 1,200 on a good day. Even their corpses decay differently. Theirs just get bleached over time, the corpses on your side swell and then break open. An officer drags you from the tree log. ‘Get yourself a gun, lad.’ He shoves you towards about 20 wild eyed young guys like yourself. One asks: ‘Who’s this glory hunter?’ A guy answers: ‘It’s some lieutenant with the 3rd Vermont. He has something to prove, I guess.’ The lieutenant comes back with about ten more men and a new crate of rifles. He shoves a rifle into your hands. ‘Form a line. The boys up yonder need us.’ You’re thinking: not this madness again, but you can’t just make off now. As the lieutenant orders this makeshift infantry company forward, a courier rides up on a magnificent black horse. ‘Orders of general Burnside, everyone fall back to the bridge immediately. The rebs are rolling up our flank.’ You ask if he knows anything about the rest of the front. All he says is: ‘Not good.’ He then rides off to find the divisional commander to order a retreat all long this line. The lieutenant is visibly dissapointed, but gives in. ‘Alright then, boys, follow me.’ Once you are far enough removed from the fighting a feverish, compelling urge takes over. You want to apologize to the boy you stepped on. You stop boys passing by, put both hands on their shoulders, shake them and say with a pleading voice: ‘I am sorry, I am so so sorry. Please believe me, I am sorry!’ Each time one shoves you away you grab another one. One has to bite you in your fingers so you let go of him. This continues until one with the most innocent, big, watery green eyes says simply: ‘I forgive you.’ With tears streaming down your cheeks you explain what you did. The boy’s eyes go moist too, but with a very steady, calm voice says: ‘After this war, whenever you can pick someone up, pick them up. That’s all you have to do. You are forgiven.’ The boy, though not older than you, strokes your cheek and your hair like a father would, then walks away, in search of his own regiment. That is how Henry got saddled with running the first homeless shelter in a boom town out west a few years after Lee surrendered to Grant at Appomatox. A role he half hates, half loves, and can’t quit, because as soon as he thinks of going back to farming like he did before the war, he feels that wounded man’s head under his foot again. #gettysburg #acw

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  Jerry Luckheister (@luckington24) reported 8 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Amazing that you ******* retards have to fix this every game... What kind of mongoloid farm are your devs being bred in? Absolute embarrassment.

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  𝗜𝗚𝗜 𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮 (@_IGI_Media_) reported 11 minutes ago

  @ObsceneSelene the issue (as your video points out) is that people are confusing "the ability to connect 3D to your AI" with "the need to connect 3D with your AI" If I told them when they first started in AI "yes, you can make stuff in AI, but yer going to need all these other software to get the job done" they'd laugh at me and run. So some blender dudes show how AI makes movies from input sources and other references, and now these folks have mis takingly come to the rationale that this is the way to do it. The issue is not the initial connection or in-coming source files, but rather if you need to make a change, then what? The reason they get away with this approach, is that they never ever go back. Even if they made an error, they just leave it in, and don't go back into Blender (or others) and try to fix it. This is because the bar they have set for quality is very very low. I.e. line up the camera to show people in a room, or horses riding across the battlefield. These are generic shots. Whereas if you were attempting to achieve a very specific movement by the actors, toggling back and forth between apps, then becomes extra steps, time consuming, and tricky. The irony here, is we're damned if we do, and damned if we don't. external CGI sources are temporarily a solution (and I say that with sarcasm) in that it is a crude approach to something that should use a finesse and very accurate solution. Using CGI for camera alignment, is like pounding a nail with a rock. Yes you could do it that way, but should you . . .no ! * P.s. for those reading down this far, I'm formally trained and 30+ years with CGI and graphic tools. Summary: inserting additional apps and steps into a work flow is not a solution, it's just a more elaborate work flow.

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  Christopher Bender (@CBendro13) reported 14 minutes ago

  @TheRPGDummy The movies are **** and the music is **** lol pretty easy justification of why not to buy physical media. I bought the last call of duty and battlefield physical discs. I don’t have a problem buying all digital for PC. But that’s not the point of console.

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  Maurora🫦 (@m_mariam9) reported 14 minutes ago

  @__jayjay_13 I am calling out the people who take something that can be solved individually and turn it into a whole fandom problem. And again, even if no one in that group had told her to stop (which they did, by the way and not for the first time), I guess your little spy didn’t bother delivering anything positive about us Normally, I hate getting involved in things like this because I hate the division we have in this fandom. And you still don’t get me. I’m not trying to prove that I’m right and you’re wrong. **** right and wrong. I just want this damn fandom to stop fighting over a handful of people. Stop calling each other names. Stop labeling everyone as an ilhan’s or Damla’s hater. Stop throwing shade at either of the actors because we love them both. And I’ve always said this to both fandoms. But you’re all too busy on the battlefield to actually listen.

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  PaulsCorner-VerseQuest (@TNTJohn1717) reported 17 minutes ago

  book that does not address what people are actually asking may be doctrinally correct and still miss the battlefield. If people are confused about whether Christians go through the Tribulation, answer that. If they are hearing that the KJV is outdated, answer that. If they are afraid they lost salvation, answer that. If they are being told Israel has no future, answer that. If they are being seduced by prosperity preachers, answer that. If they are being pulled into Catholic tradition, cult doctrine, or Calvinistic fatalism, answer that. Ministry writing is not just “write what you feel like.” It is see the need, search the Scriptures, expose the error, feed the flock, and strengthen the saints. That is how a resource library becomes a lighthouse and not just a pile of pages. Chapter Seven — How You Can Serve in the Work Not everyone can do everything, but almost everyone can do something. That is the point. Some can pray daily for the work, for wisdom, for protection, for open doors, for strength, and for the right people to find the right studies at the right time. Prayer is not a small contribution. Paul repeatedly asked believers to pray for him: “Brethren, pray for us” (1 Thessalonians 5:25). Some can share posts on X, Facebook, Quora, YouTube, or wherever they have a voice. Some can send a study to a friend, a pastor, a family member, a new believer, or someone tangled in false doctrine. Some can buy premium books or charts from the webshop. Some can donate. Some can report site problems, typos, broken links, or checkout glitches. Some can help by leaving comments, asking good questions, or suggesting topics that people are wrestling with. Some can serve by refusing to be silent. If a study helped you, say so. If a chart clarified something, share it. If an essay answered a question, point someone to it. If a book strengthens your doctrine, tell somebody. The world is not shy about spreading error. Cults are not shy. Catholics are not shy. Calvinists are not shy. Charismatics are not shy. Bible correctors are not shy. Prosperity preachers are not shy. New Agers are not shy. The devil’s crowd knows how to distribute material. Bible believers need to stop acting like truth should hide in a closet and hope somebody accidentally finds it. “Let your light so shine before men” (Matthew 5:16). That does not mean show off. It means do not cover the lamp. Others can serve by becoming examples in their own homes and churches. Use the material to teach your family. Use a chart to explain doctrine to your children. Use a sermon outline to prepare a Bible lesson. Use a commentary to study a passage before church. Use apologetics resources to answer a coworker. Use eternal security studies to comfort someone under fear. Use prophecy resources to calm someone who is being panicked by headlines. Use practical Christianity resources to strengthen your walk. The best way to support a Bible ministry is not merely to admire it, but to multiply its usefulness. A resource sitting unused is like bread left in a basket. It may be good bread, but it needs to be passed. Conclusion The Lord Jesus Christ did not leave His people an example of selfish consumption. He left an example of service, sacrifice, humility, truth, labor, and obedience to the Father. He fed the hungry, but He did not flatter the carnal crowd. He washed feet, but He did not create permanent spiritual spectators. He gave truth, then demanded that men walk in it. He called disciples, not customers. He built servants, not religious consumers. That is the spirit that must govern any serious Bible work. If VerseQuest is going to continue growing into a large resource for the Body of Christ, then the people who benefit from it should think biblically about how to help. Not every person can give. Not every person can buy. Not every person can share in the same way. But every person can ask the Lord honestly, “What can I do?”

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  Bugenhagen (@OtisDri14185268) reported 19 minutes ago

  @CAMIKAZE78 I really hate the state of battlefield ever since the very first update, so much so that I went back to call of duty warzone. Battlefield isn't battlefield at this point, they are trying for a cod/bf hybrid and its just not working (for me). I feel the game will never recover 😒

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  PaulsCorner-VerseQuest (@TNTJohn1717) reported 19 minutes ago

  while still having a doctrinal home. Third John’s doctrinal home is Church Age local church life. It addresses how believers should walk in truth, love in truth, receive faithful brethren, support the Lord’s workers, and resist proud men who hinder the truth. This is why the book is so useful for pastors, teachers, Bible students, and ordinary believers sitting in the pews. Church trouble is not new. Proud men are not new. Slander is not new. Gatekeeping is not new. Casting out faithful people in the name of authority is not new. The Holy Ghost put 3 John in the canon because Church Age believers would need it. The local church is supposed to be a pillar and ground of the truth, according to 1 Timothy 3:15, but whenever truth is present, the devil looks for an entrance. Sometimes he attacks from outside. In 3 John, the trouble is inside the walls. Chapter Two: The Elder Stands Where the Battle Is John calls himself “the elder,” and that is significant because local church battlefields require tested spiritual oversight. The elder is not writing from a throne of religious vanity. He is not acting like a pope, prince, or owner of the saints. He is writing with aged discernment, apostolic truth, and pastoral care. That is the right kind of authority for a church battlefield. The wrong kind of authority wants preeminence. The right kind of authority serves truth. John’s authority strengthens Gaius and exposes Diotrephes. Diotrephes’ influence protects himself and harms the brethren. There is the difference between Bible authority and religious control. An elder who stands where the battle is must be able to identify the real issue. Many church conflicts are deliberately clouded by personalities, rumors, hurt feelings, side conversations, and religious language. Diotrephes could have claimed he was protecting the church. He could have said he was guarding local autonomy. He could have accused the brethren of being outsiders. He could have made Gaius look rebellious for receiving those whom he refused. But John sees through the fog. The real issue is preeminence, malicious words, refusal of faithful brethren, forbidding others, and casting people out. A faithful elder does not let the proud man define the battlefield. That is needed now. The Church Age is full of men who can manage meetings but cannot discern spirits, men who can run programs but cannot smell pride, men who can quote leadership books but cannot handle Diotrephes. John is not that kind of elder. He is not neutral between the faithful and the abusive. He is not confused between charity and compromise. He is not intimidated by the local church boss. When the battlefield appears, the elder stands in truth. That is what church leadership is supposed to do. It is not supposed to protect the institution at all costs. It is supposed to protect truth, brethren, testimony, and the honor of the Lord Jesus Christ. Chapter Three: Fellowship Is a Battlefield Third John shows that fellowship is not a harmless social category. Fellowship is a battlefield because whom you receive and whom you refuse says what truth you are standing with. Gaius receives faithful brethren. Diotrephes refuses them. John commands, “We therefore ought to receive such, that we might be fellowhelpers to the truth.” That word “such” is important. It does not mean receive everybody who owns a religious vocabulary. It means receive those who went forth for His name’s sake and took nothing of the Gentiles. Fellowship in 3 John is not blind hospitality. It is truth-governed charity. Second John and Third John must be read together if a man wants balance. Second John says not to receive the false teacher who brings not the doctrine of Christ. Third John says to receive the faithful brethren who go forth for His name. There is no contradiction. The same Bible that closes the door on heresy opens the door to faithful servants. The same truth that rejects antichrist doctrine

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  Zachary Davidson (@Ryangofett_2490) reported 19 minutes ago

  @JundaFPS Love this update man. I'm seeing it wasn't a skill issue after all. I'm getting much more kills now. I hope we never have to deal with this again.....until Battlefield 7 😭😭😭

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  nio.exe (@nioEX3) reported 23 minutes ago

  @PaulTassi With the amount of money Sony spent on developing live service games, you'd think they would just buy Fortnite, or even Battlefield, or turn D2 into a "Fortnite" game with creator modes and maps

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  B.M. (@ireallyhateyou) reported 23 minutes ago

  Haaretz in service of the Israeli murder industry. By @mili_tarized: "Subscribers to TheMarker, the financial magazine of Haaretz, received with their weekend newspapers a 78 page(!) marketing insert, presented as Quantum Defence & Technology Magazine. The promoted content "magazine" includes short "articles" on behalf of about 30 Israeli arms companies, interviews, and essays from former military and arms manufacturing personnel. Some topics covered include: - At least five pieces about the struggle for independent manufacturing under international embargoes - "Connecting operational experience, advanced technology, and business acumen" - "A new paradigm challenging the historical separation between civilian and defence development environments - the only way to maintain Israel's technological supremacy" - IP in the age of defence-tech - "The bridge between smart capital and defence companies" "The women managers shaping the digital battlefield" "What makes defence-tech a worthwhile investment?" "From the Israeli war zone to the American manufacturing line" - The NGO helping youths in marginalised communities get into elite technological military units and the defence industry And so, so, much Al The back cover is an ad for Elbit Systems: "These are some of the things we're allowed to tell you we developed..." followed by a list of some of the company's greatest hits (no pun intended). Curiously, the only page in the issue not dealing with the arms industry is an ad for the Shanti House, a Tel Aviv shelter for at-risk youth."

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  Joey Zhuo (@JoeyZhuo777) reported 24 minutes ago

  $NVDA Jensen says it's worth a trillion, the filings say ROE is 0.46% Wait — that's not right. Nvidia's up 24% this year while its semiconductor peers are up 110% and some AI bottleneck stocks have quadrupled. When everyone's chasing the picks-and-shovels story, the actual arms dealer is getting left behind. That disconnect tells you something about where the money went, and where it should have stayed. The market is pricing Nvidia like its moat is crumbling. It's not. It's actually widening, and the data proving it is hiding in plain sight. Start with inference. The narrative says custom chips from Google and Amazon, plus the rise of CPU-heavy agentic AI, will eat Nvidia's lunch. But Nvidia's market share in inference has gone up, not down. The whole "merchant chips are dead" story doesn't match what's happening on the ground. Jensen's full-stack approach — chip plus software plus networking, all co-designed — is delivering lower total cost of ownership than the hyperscalers can match with their in-house programs. The hyperscalers aren't building custom chips to replace Nvidia's ecosystem. They're building them to control costs and reduce dependency. Those are different goals. Google's TPU program is on its ninth generation, and it still hasn't weaned itself off Nvidia. Amazon and Microsoft are in the same boat. Custom silicon makes sense for specific workloads at their scale, but it's not a moat against Nvidia — it's a hedge. The real strategic move is what Jensen is doing with his balance sheet. Nvidia is now investing in and backstopping smaller AI clouds — Firmus, CoreWeave, Nebius. That's not just customer diversification. It's an insurance policy against a future where hyperscalers hold all the cards. If Amazon, Google, and Microsoft are your only customers, they eventually dictate terms. Jensen is deliberately fragmenting the buyer base, seeding competitors to the hyperscalers, making sure no single customer can capture the value Nvidia creates. That's not defensive. That's offensive positioning. He's shaping the structure of the industry while he still has the leverage to do it. Then there's the CUDA question. A recent breakdown showed that re-architecting around CUDA is technically possible — DeepSeek proved it — but the engineering lift is massive even for top-tier teams. Hyperscalers have the resources to attempt it. Smaller developers and neoclouds do not. That bifurcation works in Nvidia's favor. The long tail of the AI ecosystem stays locked in, and that tail is growing as Nvidia funds its expansion. Now layer in the CPU play. Nvidia's Vera CPU is a pre-emptive strike on agentic AI, where reasoning workloads tilt toward CPUs. The worry is that AMD, Intel, or Arm takes the lead there. But Nvidia entering that fight with $213 billion in free cash flow this year — potentially $360 billion by fiscal 2029 — means it can outspend any rival by a factor of three. Cash flow is a weapon, and Nvidia is wielding it to stay in every game that matters. The stock trades at just under 20x forward earnings. The semiconductor sector average is 18.4x. Nvidia is being priced like a mature cyclical with single-digit growth ahead, not a company expected to go from $393 billion in revenue this year to over $600 billion by fiscal 2029. That's not skepticism — it's disbelief that the growth is durable. The disbelief is wrong. Revenue concentration risk is falling, not rising. Margin pressure from custom chips is real but overstated. The inference narrative was supposed to hurt Nvidia, and instead it's gaining share. The CPU threat is being addressed before it materializes. And the balance sheet gives Nvidia the ability to reshape the competitive landscape while competitors are still trying to catch up on the last battlefield. The six-week selloff since mid-May brought the stock back to the 50-week moving average. The last time it tested that level was late March, and it took four months to base before the next leg up. Dip buyers are back. Momentum chasers who rotated into AI bottleneck stocks are going to rotate back when those names start to consolidate. The setup is straightforward: the market mispriced the risk, the technicals are stabilizing, and the fundamental case is stronger than the multiple suggests. Nvidia isn't cheap because it's broken. It's cheap because the market decided the moat was narrowing, and the data says the opposite. Image source: Seeking Alpha / JR Research

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  thoughts from the metaverse (@ezek3n) reported 25 minutes ago

  Society will fix itself some day I may be more useful to the world on a battlefield

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  AlienMonkey (@Black_monkiii) reported 26 minutes ago

  @Battlefield fix your stupid *** game