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  • 164 years ago today Robert E. Lee sat down in Maryland and wrote out a plan so bold it might have won the war for the Confederacy. Instead, a careless copy of that order would be dropped in a field, found wrapped around three cigars, and become the most famous lost document in American military history.


    By September 9, Lee's invasion of the North had hit a snag. His whole campaign depended on his supply line running back through the Shenandoah Valley, but a Union garrison of some 12,000 men still sat at Harpers Ferry, right athwart it, refusing to withdraw. Lee decided to deal with them in characteristically audacious fashion. On September 9 he issued Special Orders No. 191, a detailed plan that did something almost reckless: it split his already outnumbered army into four separate pieces, scattered across miles of Maryland countryside. Stonewall Jackson would swing back to capture Harpers Ferry, other columns would take supporting positions, and Lee would push on with the rest, all of them to reunite later. It was a gamble that relied entirely on the slow, cautious Union commander George McClellan not realizing the Confederate army was divided and vulnerable.


    Copies of the order went out to each of Lee's generals. And somewhere in the shuffle, one copy, the one meant for General D.H. Hill, went astray. It was used to wrap three cigars and then, somehow, dropped and forgotten in a meadow outside Frederick, Maryland.


    A few days later, on September 13, Union soldiers marching into that same campground stopped to rest. A corporal from the 27th Indiana named Barton Mitchell spotted the little bundle lying in the grass, three cigars wrapped in a piece of paper. He unwrapped it and realized he was holding a full copy of Robert E. Lee's secret battle plan, signed and detailed, laying out exactly where every scattered piece of the Confederate army was going to be.


    The paper raced up the chain to McClellan, who reportedly exclaimed that here was a paper with which, if he could not whip Bobbie Lee, he would be willing to go home. For once he had a golden chance: the exact locations of an enemy army divided into pieces he could destroy one at a time.


    True to form, McClellan still moved too slowly to fully capitalize, giving Lee just enough time to pull his scattered forces back together. But the Lost Order forced the collision. It sent McClellan lunging at the mountain passes and set up the terrible clash days later along Antietam Creek, the bloodiest single day in American history. The order Lee confidently wrote out on this day may have cost him his whole campaign, all because of a dropped bundle of cigars.
    164 years ago today Robert E. Lee sat down in Maryland and wrote out a plan so bold it might have won the war for the Confederacy. Instead, a careless copy of that order would be dropped in a field, found wrapped around three cigars, and become the most famous lost document in American military history. By September 9, Lee's invasion of the North had hit a snag. His whole campaign depended on his supply line running back through the Shenandoah Valley, but a Union garrison of some 12,000 men still sat at Harpers Ferry, right athwart it, refusing to withdraw. Lee decided to deal with them in characteristically audacious fashion. On September 9 he issued Special Orders No. 191, a detailed plan that did something almost reckless: it split his already outnumbered army into four separate pieces, scattered across miles of Maryland countryside. Stonewall Jackson would swing back to capture Harpers Ferry, other columns would take supporting positions, and Lee would push on with the rest, all of them to reunite later. It was a gamble that relied entirely on the slow, cautious Union commander George McClellan not realizing the Confederate army was divided and vulnerable. Copies of the order went out to each of Lee's generals. And somewhere in the shuffle, one copy, the one meant for General D.H. Hill, went astray. It was used to wrap three cigars and then, somehow, dropped and forgotten in a meadow outside Frederick, Maryland. A few days later, on September 13, Union soldiers marching into that same campground stopped to rest. A corporal from the 27th Indiana named Barton Mitchell spotted the little bundle lying in the grass, three cigars wrapped in a piece of paper. He unwrapped it and realized he was holding a full copy of Robert E. Lee's secret battle plan, signed and detailed, laying out exactly where every scattered piece of the Confederate army was going to be. The paper raced up the chain to McClellan, who reportedly exclaimed that here was a paper with which, if he could not whip Bobbie Lee, he would be willing to go home. For once he had a golden chance: the exact locations of an enemy army divided into pieces he could destroy one at a time. True to form, McClellan still moved too slowly to fully capitalize, giving Lee just enough time to pull his scattered forces back together. But the Lost Order forced the collision. It sent McClellan lunging at the mountain passes and set up the terrible clash days later along Antietam Creek, the bloodiest single day in American history. The order Lee confidently wrote out on this day may have cost him his whole campaign, all because of a dropped bundle of cigars.
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  • The greatest thing about living in an Asian country there are no Black people, White people are a minority too. Too bad there are Indian's. If there is a convenience shop there's an indian running it.
    The greatest thing about living in an Asian country there are no Black people, White people are a minority too. Too bad there are Indian's. If there is a convenience shop there's an indian running it.
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  • “I think, you know, coming from Texas with a 1,200-mile common border with Mexico,the idea of a wall is somewhat off-putting to a lot of people.”-Texas Senator John Cornyn *The TX Senate runoff is on Tuesday, May 26th, & Ken Paxton is running against Cornyn. Vote wisely.
    “I think, you know, coming from Texas with a 1,200-mile common border with Mexico,the idea of a wall is somewhat off-putting to a lot of people.”-Texas Senator John Cornyn *The TX Senate runoff is on Tuesday, May 26th, & Ken Paxton is running against Cornyn. Vote wisely.
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  • Lately, I've been noticing again how I'm becoming emotionally hardened and how everything feels surreal and intangible. However, it's currently at a level of severity that I last felt 7-8 years ago, when I was emotionally dead and constantly wearing a mask that was stuck on.

    I wake up at night with my head in chaos and wonder if I can even comprehend or understand the right answers at the moment.

    Sometimes I just lie there and stare into the darkness, as if it owes me some kind of answer. But it remains silent. Just like everything else. It feels more like I'm just running through memories of myself.

    It's strange... I'm still functioning. I get up, talk to people, do things, smile at the right moments. From the outside, it probably looks normal. Maybe even stable. But inside, it feels like I'm playing a role whose lines I learned by heart long ago, without even knowing why I'm on this stage in the first place.
    Lately, I've been noticing again how I'm becoming emotionally hardened and how everything feels surreal and intangible. However, it's currently at a level of severity that I last felt 7-8 years ago, when I was emotionally dead and constantly wearing a mask that was stuck on. I wake up at night with my head in chaos and wonder if I can even comprehend or understand the right answers at the moment. Sometimes I just lie there and stare into the darkness, as if it owes me some kind of answer. But it remains silent. Just like everything else. It feels more like I'm just running through memories of myself. It's strange... I'm still functioning. I get up, talk to people, do things, smile at the right moments. From the outside, it probably looks normal. Maybe even stable. But inside, it feels like I'm playing a role whose lines I learned by heart long ago, without even knowing why I'm on this stage in the first place.
    Dark Love
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  • Perhaps there are others here who also work in the IT sector and/or have strong connections to the topic:

    Currently, I am finding it increasingly difficult to continue working in my field, but in general and not explicitly related to my workplace.
    Professionally, I deal with the topic of AI on a daily basis, but also to such an extent that issues such as professional recognition and even promotions depend on excessive use.
    AI undoubtedly has its (sometimes really good) uses. Nevertheless, the ethics of its application on the current global scale seem extremely difficult to me.
    So difficult that I don't know if I want to remain in this profession with a clear conscience, because I am no longer an IT consultant or developer, but rather feel like an AI coordinator whose job it is to mediate cleanly between humans and machines.
    I am currently observing how jobs are increasingly being outsourced to AI. Either actively, by no longer advertising the positions, or passively, by dismissing everything that can be replaced via personnel interviews with seemingly flimsy justifications (you can always find a way to get rid of someone Unwanted).
    And global experience shows how wonderful this outsourcing of work is: work becomes less valuable, company owners pocket the dividends, and the social divide grows ever wider.

    I chose this profession to solve problems and help people, to specialize in consulting and service, to actively help people, to identify challenges that I am familiar with, and to support them. Even when the day was long and difficult, I could go home with a clear conscience. Because when the problem was solved, my customers were grateful and happy—and so was I, because I was able to help someone.
    Today, I have become part of the problem. I no longer help to support people, but to replace them—and I am just waiting to be replaced myself.
    I used to have the desire to continue my education in my field, to live my life and to learn. Now I no longer know why I should.

    The future and the existence I had once envisioned, the “healthy world,” are no longer there.
    And in the evenings, when darkness descends, I can hardly sleep. With my eyes closed, I lie awake, feeling paralyzed, as if my thoughts are constantly running into a wall. I don't dare talk about it with those around me because I only see myself as a burden on the world. I think no one needs my problems—everyone is struggling with their own, and I am just another burden, another eyesore in an already fragile world.
    How can I still represent the hope and confidence of a world that is dying, when I am a correspondent of its murder?
    Perhaps there are others here who also work in the IT sector and/or have strong connections to the topic: Currently, I am finding it increasingly difficult to continue working in my field, but in general and not explicitly related to my workplace. Professionally, I deal with the topic of AI on a daily basis, but also to such an extent that issues such as professional recognition and even promotions depend on excessive use. AI undoubtedly has its (sometimes really good) uses. Nevertheless, the ethics of its application on the current global scale seem extremely difficult to me. So difficult that I don't know if I want to remain in this profession with a clear conscience, because I am no longer an IT consultant or developer, but rather feel like an AI coordinator whose job it is to mediate cleanly between humans and machines. I am currently observing how jobs are increasingly being outsourced to AI. Either actively, by no longer advertising the positions, or passively, by dismissing everything that can be replaced via personnel interviews with seemingly flimsy justifications (you can always find a way to get rid of someone Unwanted). And global experience shows how wonderful this outsourcing of work is: work becomes less valuable, company owners pocket the dividends, and the social divide grows ever wider. I chose this profession to solve problems and help people, to specialize in consulting and service, to actively help people, to identify challenges that I am familiar with, and to support them. Even when the day was long and difficult, I could go home with a clear conscience. Because when the problem was solved, my customers were grateful and happy—and so was I, because I was able to help someone. Today, I have become part of the problem. I no longer help to support people, but to replace them—and I am just waiting to be replaced myself. I used to have the desire to continue my education in my field, to live my life and to learn. Now I no longer know why I should. The future and the existence I had once envisioned, the “healthy world,” are no longer there. And in the evenings, when darkness descends, I can hardly sleep. With my eyes closed, I lie awake, feeling paralyzed, as if my thoughts are constantly running into a wall. I don't dare talk about it with those around me because I only see myself as a burden on the world. I think no one needs my problems—everyone is struggling with their own, and I am just another burden, another eyesore in an already fragile world. How can I still represent the hope and confidence of a world that is dying, when I am a correspondent of its murder?
    Goth Vibes
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  • I'm having an extremely shitty day. days of work for the bin because the detection failed. This project is being such a bitch. Great.. running on overtime again and for what it's not even giving me good results. I am so pissed by this. I can forget about my Hobbies and sports again. I'll just go to bed what's the point of having a life anyway. I just hate that this stupid company has such a major impact on my private life. More and more I envy the people who were laid off. Because they don't have to carry the burden of our leadership's incompetence anymore.
    I'm having an extremely shitty day. days of work for the bin because the detection failed. This project is being such a bitch. Great.. running on overtime again and for what it's not even giving me good results. I am so pissed by this. I can forget about my Hobbies and sports again. I'll just go to bed what's the point of having a life anyway. I just hate that this stupid company has such a major impact on my private life. More and more I envy the people who were laid off. Because they don't have to carry the burden of our leadership's incompetence anymore.
    Spooky Feels
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  • MPD (multiple personality disorder) is running rampant again
    MPD (multiple personality disorder) is running rampant again
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  • The next time you are running late for an engagement and your woman asks you if her ass looks big in this? ~ I dare you to say yes it'll test your relationship and how well you can dodge flying objects!
    The next time you are running late for an engagement and your woman asks you if her ass looks big in this? ~ I dare you to say yes it'll test your relationship and how well you can dodge flying objects!
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  • Heard from Bl4ckros312. Turns out she's a paraplegic and relies on cats for companionship and running errands. One of them saved her from a fiery car crash. Now I feel really bad. 😭
    Heard from Bl4ckros312. Turns out she's a paraplegic and relies on cats for companionship and running errands. One of them saved her from a fiery car crash. Now I feel really bad. 😭
    Gasp of the Grave
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