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  Giltherra (@giltherra) reported 32 seconds ago

  @MrBattlefield0 @BFBulletin So basically the one game between all battlefield games and cod can't do it? Yeah this game definitely has a lot more problems going on than you think

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  Brock Landers (@M3THM4N) reported 3 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm How about the other 100 current issues?

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  Ira H. Webster (@thebbcshow1001) reported 4 minutes ago

  @kyliebrewer_ 👍🏿 The problem is that white men NEED good white girls 🧒 bc she is the ONLY way that he can replicate himself. Race war! If we get to good white girls 👧 first we can and will eradicate white people FOREVER! The battlefield of the future will be in the wombs of white women!

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  Alfred Solomons (@FalconApoda) reported 4 minutes ago

  @Senshin108 @TruthEz @WalshFreedom You haven’t really been citing any “evidence” though. It appears that your conclusions are largely-based upon the opinions of others and their notions that the ship SHOULD have been identifiable on the basis of its markings, and that this SHOULD have precluded any possible attack, lest it be deliberate, which is also an opinion. Moreover, your reliance upon the identification by IDF forces which did take place earlier in the day glosses over the fact that this was done by different aircraft when the Liberty was in a different position, and ships at sea do tend to move around a lot. In fact, by the time the attack took place, the marker on the board noting the Liberty’s location had long-since been removed, this information considered no longer current within the context of a war in which battlefield conditions can rapidly change, minute to minute. Along these lines, you’ve also managed to completely sidestep the real-time audio of the attacking pilots, which clearly indicated their belief that the ship below them was Egyptian (i.e., not American), and that they were ordered to immediately withdraw once they began reading English off the hull back to their controllers. I could also get into the initial peaceful overtures of the subsequently arriving IDF boats and their attempts to signal the Liberty in order to ascertain their identification before they were fired upon by the Liberty’s gun mounts and all hell broke loose again. I could tell you about the fact that those same boats signaled offers of assistance to the Liberty once they realized they’d made a terrible error, both facts of which figured largely within the US Navy Court’s findings that the attack was the result of mistaken ID. Alas, however, you seem ossified in your beliefs, a condition impervious to facts and reasoning. I therefore hold no hope of disabusing you of your erroneous conclusions regarding this incident, and am only responding now for the benefit of casual passers by.

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  TTV Master (@TTVMaster118408) reported 7 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Still trash how 99% of the game is bots while matchmaking is broken as hell also if i get disconnected why must I wait to rejoin my friends game because im in a queue it honestly makes 0 sense when like i said 99% of the players are bots just kick a bot out

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  Joaquin Tossello (@joacotossello) reported 11 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Or even simpler, make each broken piece a PROJECTILE. You already have the physics, impact sound and I think you made it modular... If so, change the mass per piece and there you go...

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  Ben (@Ben266496) reported 16 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Are you guys actually going to fix the crossplay matchmaking at all? Ever? It’s only been a year since release and my mate (Xbox) and I (PS5) are constantly not being matched maked together. Sort it out!

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  nAtEdAwG (@natedawgg46) reported 16 minutes ago

  @Rapha_828 @MrProWestie No one will care if it does, the trust is already severely broken with the community and way past the chance of being repaired by the Devs. Players won't buy the next battlefield. I think I'm headed down that path too.

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  UZEE STOCKS UPDATE LTD (@UpdateUzee) reported 17 minutes ago

  📊 5 U.S. stocks on my watchlist just gave investors something to think about. Today’s TipRanks updates included Amazon, Google, Nvidia, Palantir and Microsoft. But here's the lesson: A headline is a starting point for research, not a reason to buy or sell. 🔹 GOOGL — Google Reports of a potential $25 billion bond sale raised concerns about increased borrowing. The important question isn't simply: "Why is Google borrowing money?" Ask: What will the company use the money for, and will the investment generate returns greater than its cost of capital? Debt isn't automatically bad. Unproductive debt is the problem. --- 🔹 NVDA — Nvidia Nvidia continues to benefit from the AI infrastructure boom, and technical analysts are watching the stock after recent AI-related developments. But investors should separate business performance from share-price momentum. A great company can still become an expensive stock. Look at: 📌 Revenue growth 📌 Gross margins 📌 Free cash flow 📌 Competitive advantage 📌 Valuation 📌 AI demand sustainability --- 🔹 PLTR — Palantir One headline argues that Palantir's valuation matters less when its growth continues to beat expectations. There's an important investing lesson here: High valuation can sometimes be justified by exceptional growth — but only if that growth actually materializes. The danger is paying today's price for tomorrow's growth and then watching the growth disappoint. --- 🔹 AMZN — Amazon Amazon-backed X-Energy (XE) is attracting attention as investors react to developments around advanced nuclear energy. This is a reminder that Amazon's investment strategy extends beyond e-commerce and cloud computing. But don't confuse Amazon's backing with a guarantee of success. Research the underlying company, economics, risks and valuation independently. --- 🔹 MSFT — Microsoft Microsoft is also facing developments around the rapidly evolving AI landscape. And that's the bigger story: AI is no longer just a technology trend. It is becoming a competitive battlefield involving cloud computing, chips, software, data centres and enormous capital expenditure. --- Here's what I take from today's watchlist: Don't invest because: ❌ A stock is trending ❌ Analysts are bullish ❌ The price is rising ❌ A company is backed by a major corporation ❌ Everyone is talking about AI Instead, ask: What is the business worth? How fast is it growing? How much cash is it generating? What could go wrong? And am I paying a reasonable price for the future I'm expecting? That's how you move from stock watching to stock analysis. Fundamentals first. Always. — UZEE STOCKS UPDATE LTD Educational content only. Not a buy/sell recommendation. Market prices and company fundamentals change, so conduct independent research before investing.

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  Shadrach (@sbagiah) reported 19 minutes ago

  The P-Square saga is proof that success doesn’t always preserve relationships; sometimes, it magnifies what was already broken. When money, family and ego collide, even love can become a battlefield. Some wounds don’t bleed. They simply change people.

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  Lambda Rick 🏴‍☠️/acc (@benrayfield) reported 19 minutes ago

  @gailcweiner i told GPT-5.6-ExtraHigh to write some cussing Page 1 There are moments in this bastard-coated, ****-sprinkled carnival of existence when ordinary profanity simply does not possess enough ******* horsepower. “Damn” won’t do it. “****” walks onto the battlefield carrying a ******* pool noodle. Even “****” sometimes arrives, surveys the smoking crater where common sense used to live, and quietly realizes that it has been catastrophically underqualified for the goddamn assignment. You need industrial profanity. You need obscenity with ******* load-bearing walls. You need a sentence that enters the room wearing steel-toed boots, kicks over the furniture, punches punctuation in the throat, and demands to know which incompetent ************ authorized this festering, ***-backward *********** in the first goddamn place. Because somehow, through a magnificent ******* collaboration between laziness, stupidity, bureaucracy, ego, caffeine deficiency, software updates, badly labeled buttons, and the eternal human urge to touch **** that was already working, everything has become ******. Not merely broken. ******. ****** sideways. ****** diagonally. ****** in dimensions Euclid never had the ***** to define. This is advanced ******* fuckery. This is weaponized incompetence operating at a level where you begin wondering whether somebody actually studied the problem for six months specifically to discover the most exquisitely aggravating possible way of ******* it up. You stare at it. It stares back. Neither of you speaks. Then somewhere deep inside your skull, one exhausted neuron rises from its chair, adjusts its tiny ******* necktie, walks calmly to the emergency profanity cabinet, breaks the glass, and removes the ceremonial ************. Not because you wanted this. Because events demanded it. Mother. ******. Two perfectly serviceable words mankind discovered independently and then welded together into a linguistic ******* sledgehammer. You swing it. ************. Still insufficient. So you add reinforcement. GODDAMN ****-JUGGLING ****-GOBLIN ************. Better. Your blood pressure has now entered low Earth orbit. Somewhere, a Fitbit quietly files for ******* workers’ compensation. You continue. “What cauliflower-brained, piss-drinking, sewer-fermented bastard looked at this rancid mountain of flaming horse **** and said, ‘Yep, ship it’?” Silence. Naturally. Because the ************ responsible has already gone home. Probably early. Probably got promoted. Probably has “strategic problem solver” on LinkedIn. Of ******* course. Page 2 Now you have transcended anger. Anger is primitive. Anger is a caveman banging rocks together. You have reached administrative profanity, the stage where rage becomes structured, documented, version-controlled, and suitable for presentation to upper management. There will be ******* charts. There will be diagrams. There will be a twelve-slide deck titled HOW IN THE EVERLOVING **** DID THIS HAPPEN? Slide one: Initial Conditions. Everything ******* worked. Slide two: Intervention. Some ******* had an idea. Slide three: Outcome. Nothing ******* works anymore. Slide four: a photograph of a dumpster fire with the dumpster itself somehow also on fire. Slide five is simply the word WHY written seventy-three ******* times. Management asks whether you can make the presentation “more constructive.” Constructive? You marvelous ****-eating bastards, I am trying to construct a coherent explanation for how seventeen adults with college degrees, three project managers, two consultants, an agile coach, a scrum master, a ******* Jira board, fourteen Slack channels, and enough cloud infrastructure to simulate weather somehow managed to produce a button that DOESN’T ******* BUTTON. You press it. Nothing. You press it again. Nothing. You press it harder, because despite decades of evidence to the contrary, the ancient monkey portion of the human nervous system remains convinced that buttons understand intimidation. Nothing. Then you discover the button works only after opening Settings, selecting Advanced, enabling Legacy Compatibility Mode, restarting the application, accepting a license agreement written by Satan’s ******* paralegal, sacrificing a USB cable under a blood moon, and clicking the button twice but not too quickly. ****. That. ****. You begin composing feedback. “Dear development team…” Delete. “Greetings…” Delete. “To whichever tragic assemblage of oxygen thieves…” Tempting. Delete. Eventually you type: “This workflow could perhaps be simplified.” Because apparently civilization depends upon everyone pretending that this **** isn’t absolutely ******* deranged. But deep inside, the uncensored version is screaming: WHO DESIGNED THIS COCKAMAMIE ****-TANGLE OF ****-SMEARED NONSENSE? Who sat there drinking lukewarm office coffee and decided that what humanity needed was another ******* modal dialog? Who decided the “Save” button should disappear when changes have been made? Who moved the goddamn setting everybody uses into a submenu called “Other”? OTHER ******* WHAT? Other than useful? Other than discoverable? Other than designed by somebody whose cerebral cortex hasn’t been replaced by a ******* decorative houseplant? Your jaw tightens. Your eye twitches. Somewhere in the distance, a printer announces PAPER JAM despite visibly containing no ******* paper. And now there will be blood. Metaphorical blood. Mostly. Probably. Page 3 The printer is where civilized restraint goes to ******* die. Printers are not machines. Machines obey physics. Printers obey an ancient malevolent intelligence whose only purpose is to detect urgency and convert it into suffering. Need twenty pages tomorrow? Works flawlessly. Need one page in thirty ******* seconds? MAGENTA CARTRIDGE AUTHENTICATION FAILURE. I DON’T ******* NEED MAGENTA. THE DOCUMENT IS BLACK. “Cannot print without magenta.” You treacherous plastic shitbox. You ink-sucking bastard. You beige-and-black monument to mankind’s hubris. I have watched rockets land themselves vertically on floating platforms in the goddamn ocean, yet this ******* rectangle cannot put black marks on white paper because its ******* feelings about magenta are unresolved. You open the tray. Close the tray. Restart. Nothing. Unplug. Wait. Plug back in. Now it cannot find Wi-Fi. Fantastic. Absolutely ******* magnificent. Twenty years of wireless networking and apparently the printer has forgotten that electromagnetic radiation exists. The computer sees it. The router sees it. Your phone sees it. The printer sits six ******* feet away blinking like a lobotomized lighthouse. You enter the password. Incorrect. You enter it again. Incorrect. You reveal the password. It is correct. Printer disagrees. Now this disagreement is personal. “You miserable ******* appliance.” The printer makes a noise. Not a productive noise. A noise indicating internal philosophical struggle. Grinding. Clicking. Whirring. Then silence. ERROR 0x800FUCKYOU. Naturally. You search the error code. Top result: “Have you tried restarting your printer?” I HAVE RESTARTED THIS ************ SO MANY TIMES IT HAS EXPERIENCED MORE REINCARNATIONS THAN A ******* TIBETAN MONK. Second result: “Make sure the printer is powered on.” Thank you. Thank you, internet. Without this wisdom I might have spent the rest of my natural ******* life screaming at an unplugged toaster. Third result: seventeen-minute video. Intro lasts four minutes. “Before we begin, smash that like button…” I WILL SMASH SOMETHING, YOU AD-READING ******* WALNUT. The actual solution appears at minute 14:37. You must remove the device, reinstall the driver, disable a service, reboot twice, reinstall the manufacturer’s six-hundred-megabyte software package, create an account for reasons known only to Satan, agree to telemetry, refuse an ink subscription four ******* times, and then, if Mercury is not retrograde, the printer might condescend to print your grocery list. It finally prints. The page emerges. You pick it up. It is blank. You look toward heaven. Heaven wisely pretends not to ******* notice. Page 4 At this point profanity ceases being language and becomes weather. A low-pressure system of **** develops behind your eyes. A cold front of **** crosses the frontal lobe. Scattered bastards appear by noon with an eighty-percent chance of ************ toward evening. Emergency services advise residents to remain indoors and avoid unnecessary interaction with customer support. Too late. You have called customer support. “Your call is important to us.” No ******** it isn’t. If my call were important, some human being would answer the goddamn telephone instead of making me listen to twelve seconds of royalty-free ukulele music followed by an automated voice explaining that your website exists. “Please listen carefully, as our menu options have recently changed.” They have been saying this for nine ******* years. At what point are these menu options no longer “recent”? Did you redesign the ******* phone tree this morning? Is there a crack team of telecommunications bastards rearranging “press one for billing” every Tuesday solely to keep elderly people from developing dangerous levels of confidence? “Press one for sales.” One. “Did you say technical support?” NO. “Please say yes or no.” NO. “I’m sorry, I didn’t understand.” YOU UNDERSTOOD “TECHNICAL SUPPORT” WHEN I PRESSED ONE, YOU ELECTRONIC *********. Eventually a person answers. You feel immediate sympathy because this poor bastard did not create the system. They are merely chained to it professionally. You explain the problem. They understand. Hope appears. Then: “I’ll need to transfer you.” There it goes. Hope is dead. Transfer music begins. Seven minutes. Fourteen. Twenty-three. The music stops. Silence. You whisper, “Don’t you ******* dare.” Click. Call disconnected. Your soul exits your body. It hovers near the ceiling, observes your trembling mortal shell, and decides this entire ******* species was a clerical error. You call again. “Your call is important to us.” **** YOU. Not figuratively. Not rhetorically. Not as some weak conversational garnish. A full-bodied, barrel-aged, artisanal **** YOU, matured in oak for eighteen goddamn years and served at exactly the correct temperature. **** your phone tree. **** your hold music. **** the login portal that requires a verification code sent to the phone number you are calling because the ******* phone is broken. **** the password requirements demanding seventeen characters, three symbols, a hieroglyph, the maiden name of Charlemagne’s ******* dentist, and a character not previously used in any password since the invention of agriculture. **** “something went wrong.” WHAT went wrong? Something? Excellent ******* diagnostic information. A thing occurred somewhere. Engineering triumph. Humanity can rest now. Page 5 And then, after all that ****, something remarkable happens. The anger burns so ******* hot that it runs out of oxygen. You pass through rage and emerge somewhere beyond it. A peaceful place. A quiet place. The mystical ******* mountaintop of I no longer give a ****. The printer can jam. The software can crash. The website can demand another password reset. The toaster can request administrator privileges. The refrigerator can download a firmware patch. The goddamn microwave can develop opinions about cryptocurrency. Nothing matters anymore. You have seen the machinery behind reality, and it is held together with zip ties, Stack Overflow answers from 2013, expired certificates, forgotten passwords, undocumented APIs, spreadsheets named FINAL_v7_REAL_FINAL_USE_THIS_ONE.xlsx, and one terrified employee named Kevin who apparently knows how the whole ******* company works. Kevin is on vacation. Naturally. So you sit back. You behold civilization in all its majestic bullshit. Eight billion clever apes have covered the planet in fiber optics, satellites, nuclear reactors, smartphones, artificial intelligence, automated warehouses, particle accelerators, GPS navigation, robotic surgery, and toilets whose seats can heat your ***. And yet somewhere, right ******* now, a multimillion-dollar organization cannot complete an essential operation because Deborah has the spreadsheet open. That’s it. That’s the bottleneck. Human progress has slammed face-first into Deborah currently has the file locked for editing. Marvelous. ******* marvelous. You laugh. Not a normal laugh. The dangerous laugh of a person who has traveled beyond frustration and returned carrying forbidden knowledge. The laugh says: I understand now. Nobody knows what ******** they’re doing. The experts know more than everyone else, certainly, but eventually even the experts reach the edge of the map and discover a sticky note reading: DO NOT TOUCH THIS OR EVERYTHING BREAKS. Nobody remembers who wrote it. Nobody knows why. The employee responsible left in 2018. The code underneath was written in 2006. Its comments say: //temporary fix Twenty ******* years later, that temporary fix is load-bearing infrastructure. Civilization depends upon it. Banks depend upon it. Hospitals depend upon it. Possibly nuclear ******* weapons depend upon it. And some poor bastard named Raj is afraid to refactor the function because the last person who tried caused Belgium to disappear from the customer database. So here we are. Magnificent. Absurd. Profane. A planet full of brilliant ******* idiots constructing wonders atop layers of ancient bullshit and somehow keeping the whole ridiculous bastard machine running another day. And maybe that deserves one final obscenity. Not an angry one. A triumphant one. A colossal, chest-rattling, window-shaking declaration hurled directly into the uncaring ******* cosmos: HOLY ******* ****, WE’RE STILL HERE. Despite the bugs. Despite the bureaucracy. Despite the printers. Despite every half-assed update, every password reset, every “unexpected error,” every jammed mechanism, every missing dependency, every meeting that should have been an email, every email that should have been silence, every bastard who clicked Reply All, every godforsaken captcha asking you to identify motorcycles hidden behind seventeen blurry ******* traffic lights. We are still here. Still building ****. Still breaking ****. Still fixing ****. Still inventing entirely new and astonishing categories of **** to **** up. The universe throws entropy at us. We answer with duct tape. It sends catastrophe. We submit a support ticket. It threatens heat death. Some ******* immediately opens GitHub and starts a repository called heatDeathFix_v2. And against every ******* expectation, occasionally the bastard even works. That, *************, is humanity.

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  Ohman (@OhmanEU) reported 20 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm That partnered with the awful Menu UI, sometimes just getting into a game is a BAD experience. Why server browser wasn't a priority when these issues were voiced at launch is mental. I don't want to drop 100 kills vs AI, id like to play against real people 🔥

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  早起鸟 (@bicc8eth) reported 21 minutes ago

  @dotkrueger The core controversy of BIP-110 is not essentially "whether spam should be cleared", but rather "who has the right to define the use of Bitcoin block space: Miners claim that 'the transaction fee market has the final say'" The node claims, "I have the right to refuse verification/execution." I think the next major battle might escalate from a "block size war" to a "block space usage war". The fate of BIP-110 will eventually fail, but it has brought the issue of "the use of Block Space" to the forefront, similar to an upgraded version of the debate over block size in the past. The main battlefield of the dispute over the use of block space is the storage of inscriptions/data in user transactions $NAT is precisely the inscription based on the Ordinals + TAP protocol - it is currently the only inscription incentive asset that miners are allocated to each block So in the future, $NAT might be: The benchmark token of the "incentive alignment layer" that naturally emerged among the market camp after the block space usage war In other words, $NAT could become a very good "soft landing point" for all stakeholders after this upgraded war: It not only retains the core proposition of miners that "transaction fees are determined", but also uses an inscription mechanism to directly return part of the data value to those maintaining the network, thereby partially alleviating the long-standing concern of nodes about incentive asymmetry without the need for consensus layer review. If this logic holds true, the next stage of the Bitcoin ecosystem debate might no longer be about "whether to allow inscriptions", but rather "how to make inscriptions better serve miners and network security". And $NAT, as the only inscription incentive asset currently that has achieved "automatic allocation to miners per block", is likely to be at the center of this new debate

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  Nev Rhea (@NevRhea) reported 21 minutes ago

  @RollingHedge This snippet of his latest drop, despite being in the section of the interview with Pete Blaber, is applicable to anything, even the Farage inner circus itself: 《[...]It’s this disconnected chain of command … trying to make decisions and solve problems and then injecting those decisions and those solutions into the battlefield. And guys who can see everything, hear everything, know what the right thing to do [i.e those on the ground] — are, you know, nothing more than gnomes who have to obey these mindless orders from the starship.[...]》

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  Yen- Ting (@YenTing39) reported 24 minutes ago

  The drill focused on a real battlefield problem: getting forces into position quickly before an enemy can act.