Friday 23 November 2018
Monday 16 July 2018
Friday 1 June 2018
The donkey and the bear - is it really that long!
When artificial intelligence finally surpasses humanity over any number of given tasks and can repeat those tasks, all without human intervention, then we’ll have arrived at the door-jamb of obsolescence, and I can hand over my drafts, so allowing for the odd corrective tweak. Now, after firmly hoisting myself at the end of part ii, it’s time to move swiftly through part iii.
Looking across the globe the realms of political square dancing seem to be going through a slight pinprick of turmoil. If I had to pick a point in time, in which the general air of pensive foreboding hangs like a spectre of damocles (like ids at a hip and fun party, celebrating a victory shredding even the barest of safety nets from the most vulnerable in society) then that date hovers somewhere between the years 1928 & 1933.
Many part-time wielders of power (prostrating themselves in gratitude after reaching the executive level washrooms, come slinging out time in the public realm) appear furiously intent on appeasing their zealous, increasingly public, lever pulling power-tuggers, whilst trying to ensure voters vote the way that’s expected of them, but ideally, not having them vote at all. However, even if the electorate did vote there are always ways to get around that particular bit of planking in the eye - democracy, or no democracy. Pfft. As we’ve seen throughout history, all that’s needed is a popular media uprising and soon enough people will trot out that hackneyed phrase “there’s no smoke without fire,” with a third of the readers vehemently, or partially at any rate, believing the regurgitation, and laws changing accordingly.
Not quite the same as unleashing an army of killer nanobots in need of some real world testing, but it certainly does come a close second. And why stop at nanobots when robots are becoming increasingly more flexible and heartwarmingly helpful - here, here, and oh yes, here. After all, where there's a will and funds, and the funds for slaughter are always certainly there, then the ways are becoming practically limitless.
Mix into that heady sloop of rabid squirrels: sudden jolts of climate change, a seasoning twist (or two) of global hunger, an asteroid strike, a sprinkle of world-wide terror, and a stroke of light apocalyptic proportions - adding a dash of quintessential piquant essence. Naturally, we haven’t quite finished. Something interesting yet old, such as a new antibiotic-resistant plague, which is also 100% multi-vector communicable, and has at least a 98.5% fatality rate. That would of course see off most of the populace making the rest, for those that survive, far more amenable and suitably cowering under a bounty of weapons pointed in their direction by autonomous entities a far better prospect to look forward to, for those inside a nice and intact dry base of operations.
Where was I? Ah yes, the donkey and the bear.
The ongoing, self-inflicted car crashes on either side of the pond (the usa and uk for those in any doubt), show no signs of immediately petering out, or really being nipped in the bud. It reminds me of, just for a split second after you leave a club, that you truly believe that you can fly, before gravity rudely distributes your body all over the floor. But let’s not dwell on past memories, moving on.
Considering the scale, there doesn’t seem to be that much news regarding the panama, paradise, or even peculiar papers anymore which considering the large scale filching, is to be expected. If we take a brief step back, we can really feel deep down that there’s probably going to be a third instalment. Waiting, pensively. Over there. Just beyond that flaming horizon.
With nobody really brought to book (apart from the icelandic premier and i’m not even sure he counts) and the ongoing deaths of investigative journalists it looks as though justice is being shoved firmly back into its box, whilst being sat on by law. No doubt justice’s full force will be wheeled to bear when an impoverished and poverty struck person decides they need to nick a loaf of bread, or face starvation. That will teach them. Have their face firmly rubbed in it and displayed across the press, as a freak for public excoriation.
Considering the zeal with which some of the press salivate over any chance to castigate members of the workshy caught pilfering a bottle of water from the local branch of poundlight, due to a lack of rainfall and the local council having to choose between: ensuring the public fountains & water taps are kept running, or keeping the public libraries open for a few hours. In their great wisdom, the council decided that on leaving the public libraries open! Not only would that provide an avenue for people to read about how wonderful it was to drink water, but they could also find out how glorious it would be to actually eat food consisting of nutrients and micro nutrients, building to that delirious result of mouthwatering taste, instead of their usual bowl of grey dust. Surely that would be far better than actually having someone lean over a tap, trying to get some temporary relief? And if they’re dead from starvation, well it’s a job for the obituary column.
Gargh, the donkey and the bear!
If we look back at all those countries which have either expressed a wish to, or attempted to remove themselves from the petrodollar and take on a different currency, such as the euro, or in the case of libya whilst under the firm control of gaddafi, form a new continent-wide currency to replace the dollar as favoured currency to trade in oil, then without exception, the drums of war started to peal, and the labelling of those countries as dangerous to the utter existence of all around them reached a roaring crescendo - well, that is in the usa media and political circles. But those countries didn’t really have the clout of somewhere like, china. Yes, China - and this is something which completely passed me by, and I didn’t see on any of my newsfeeds - on the 26 march 2018 started trade in yuan-dominated oil futures contracts. Some hail this as the beginning of the end of the petrodollar, whilst others believe such talk is overblown and the petrodollar dominance will be fine for years to come, which it could well be. But over time all things change, and the fate of the us dollar will be the same as all others before it, bulldozed by the onward march of history. For many in the usa and other countries around the world, let’s hope it’s a nice and orderly transition of influence and not a worst case scenario. An event, i have no doubt, that will be ably presided over by the 45th potus, and the coterie of mountebanks.
Oh dammit, i nearly forgot. The donkey and the bear!
Trubrexaggedon - part iii
Looking across the globe the realms of political square dancing seem to be going through a slight pinprick of turmoil. If I had to pick a point in time, in which the general air of pensive foreboding hangs like a spectre of damocles (like ids at a hip and fun party, celebrating a victory shredding even the barest of safety nets from the most vulnerable in society) then that date hovers somewhere between the years 1928 & 1933.
Many part-time wielders of power (prostrating themselves in gratitude after reaching the executive level washrooms, come slinging out time in the public realm) appear furiously intent on appeasing their zealous, increasingly public, lever pulling power-tuggers, whilst trying to ensure voters vote the way that’s expected of them, but ideally, not having them vote at all. However, even if the electorate did vote there are always ways to get around that particular bit of planking in the eye - democracy, or no democracy. Pfft. As we’ve seen throughout history, all that’s needed is a popular media uprising and soon enough people will trot out that hackneyed phrase “there’s no smoke without fire,” with a third of the readers vehemently, or partially at any rate, believing the regurgitation, and laws changing accordingly.
Not quite the same as unleashing an army of killer nanobots in need of some real world testing, but it certainly does come a close second. And why stop at nanobots when robots are becoming increasingly more flexible and heartwarmingly helpful - here, here, and oh yes, here. After all, where there's a will and funds, and the funds for slaughter are always certainly there, then the ways are becoming practically limitless.
Mix into that heady sloop of rabid squirrels: sudden jolts of climate change, a seasoning twist (or two) of global hunger, an asteroid strike, a sprinkle of world-wide terror, and a stroke of light apocalyptic proportions - adding a dash of quintessential piquant essence. Naturally, we haven’t quite finished. Something interesting yet old, such as a new antibiotic-resistant plague, which is also 100% multi-vector communicable, and has at least a 98.5% fatality rate. That would of course see off most of the populace making the rest, for those that survive, far more amenable and suitably cowering under a bounty of weapons pointed in their direction by autonomous entities a far better prospect to look forward to, for those inside a nice and intact dry base of operations.
Where was I? Ah yes, the donkey and the bear.
The ongoing, self-inflicted car crashes on either side of the pond (the usa and uk for those in any doubt), show no signs of immediately petering out, or really being nipped in the bud. It reminds me of, just for a split second after you leave a club, that you truly believe that you can fly, before gravity rudely distributes your body all over the floor. But let’s not dwell on past memories, moving on.
Considering the scale, there doesn’t seem to be that much news regarding the panama, paradise, or even peculiar papers anymore which considering the large scale filching, is to be expected. If we take a brief step back, we can really feel deep down that there’s probably going to be a third instalment. Waiting, pensively. Over there. Just beyond that flaming horizon.
With nobody really brought to book (apart from the icelandic premier and i’m not even sure he counts) and the ongoing deaths of investigative journalists it looks as though justice is being shoved firmly back into its box, whilst being sat on by law. No doubt justice’s full force will be wheeled to bear when an impoverished and poverty struck person decides they need to nick a loaf of bread, or face starvation. That will teach them. Have their face firmly rubbed in it and displayed across the press, as a freak for public excoriation.
Considering the zeal with which some of the press salivate over any chance to castigate members of the workshy caught pilfering a bottle of water from the local branch of poundlight, due to a lack of rainfall and the local council having to choose between: ensuring the public fountains & water taps are kept running, or keeping the public libraries open for a few hours. In their great wisdom, the council decided that on leaving the public libraries open! Not only would that provide an avenue for people to read about how wonderful it was to drink water, but they could also find out how glorious it would be to actually eat food consisting of nutrients and micro nutrients, building to that delirious result of mouthwatering taste, instead of their usual bowl of grey dust. Surely that would be far better than actually having someone lean over a tap, trying to get some temporary relief? And if they’re dead from starvation, well it’s a job for the obituary column.
Gargh, the donkey and the bear!
If we look back at all those countries which have either expressed a wish to, or attempted to remove themselves from the petrodollar and take on a different currency, such as the euro, or in the case of libya whilst under the firm control of gaddafi, form a new continent-wide currency to replace the dollar as favoured currency to trade in oil, then without exception, the drums of war started to peal, and the labelling of those countries as dangerous to the utter existence of all around them reached a roaring crescendo - well, that is in the usa media and political circles. But those countries didn’t really have the clout of somewhere like, china. Yes, China - and this is something which completely passed me by, and I didn’t see on any of my newsfeeds - on the 26 march 2018 started trade in yuan-dominated oil futures contracts. Some hail this as the beginning of the end of the petrodollar, whilst others believe such talk is overblown and the petrodollar dominance will be fine for years to come, which it could well be. But over time all things change, and the fate of the us dollar will be the same as all others before it, bulldozed by the onward march of history. For many in the usa and other countries around the world, let’s hope it’s a nice and orderly transition of influence and not a worst case scenario. An event, i have no doubt, that will be ably presided over by the 45th potus, and the coterie of mountebanks.
Oh dammit, i nearly forgot. The donkey and the bear!
Monday 9 April 2018
When we forget...
“Bloody computer, useless pile of shit. It’s first thing, and I have an report for this morning’s meeting, useless IT!”
“Thank you Sir. Please wait a moment...
I’ve diagnosed the problem…
Did you remove the network cable before the weekend?”
“Er… er…"
Click.
Friday 5 January 2018
Taking back control
Oh
isn’t a week a really long time?! So here’s the recap from part
I. Orange buttons, buffoons, garden of eden, and thanks for reading.
Finally, a part ii which has made it out of the fervid recesses. So
before this destructs, let’s take a gentle gander back through time
and across the spinning globe, before it bursts into a gargantuan
nuclear flower...
Trubrexaggedon
- part ii
USA
Ah
the american dream. Where not pouring an endless stream of money into
advertising, nor having 2,868,691
less people vote for you than your opponent by dint of an electoral
college,
ensures you win an election? Land of the free? More land of the
extremely malleable - and you won't believe how long it took before
that description replaced the far less charitable one!
A
land where the carrot of wealth fights alongside the pendant of
superficiality, and the entire balloon is periodically pricked by an
underclass of consciousness. Once that pesky thing is firmly flung
back in to its box before any serious damage can be done, and the
balloon is fully patched, the citizenry can
safely
be returned to their mewling senses. Just in time to see the
president tuck into an opponent with a carving knife, live on air,
whilst dementedly screaming the
presidency is mine for life.
That
might just be the intensity of smacked realism needed for the
moderately minded to finally see where the horror of electoral
inactivity could truly lead. Hopefully that'll occur before they head
to the polls in their droves, so turfing out the power hungry, small
government
(unless it involves getting hands over and into your private parts -
especially if virginal offerings, sex optional) minded, power-crazed,
empathically devoid dingbats.
Talking
of manipulated carrots. The current
potus (the 45th) allegedly
suffers from partial cushing’s
syndrome;
and
wherever there’s a troubling hotspot with temperatures in excess of
50 degrees, apparently leans towards placing a palatial edifice
within striking distance of said trouble-spots. Strategically placed
icbms dotted inside the gargantuan name overlooking the rubble, and
any rabble with the temerity to cause a ruffled combover to slightly
flop in a force 0.0015 breeze. So helping to ensure stocks continue
to maintain their healthy defense payouts.
President
thin skin
is the undisputed leader of the free world. His administration of
multi-billionaires studiously looking out for the little guy, and
concentrating on the important things. Such as: cutting inheritance
tax for all those people living wage packet to wage packet, but who
have at least 14 plus million dollars they can squirrel away to their
offspring, should they shuffle off this pie mud. Visiting the poor,
the misfortunate, the stereotyped and downtroddenly maligned;
providing them all with vhs copies of history programmes showing a
better time in history, when workers were all hard at work, and the
underprivileged knew their place.
Austria
Electing
a non-fascist as president. Then slamming the brakes on, before
pitching the pendulum fiercely into reverse.
UK
The
sphincters charter, taking back control; and soon, fresh from across
the pond... best before the end of the apocalypse re-packaged
chlorinated gmo chickens.
Yes
the empire's better days of bringing the rule of slaughter, divide
and conquer, appear to be well behind it. Now leaders seem submerged
by the alternatives of fear. No longer able to distinguish one mad
max future from another, believing the only thing preventing a
descent into sure madness is by monitoring, storing, and archiving
everything everyone does should in-depth analysis years down the line
be required. Should citizens dare think, let alone do anything mildly
stimulatingly subversive. Protest over fair pay, or another duck pond
not fit for a gnat? Tough. The checkbox for your permanent monitoring
has been automatically checked and everything you do from now on will
be stored for the safety and security of the nation, until the end of
time.
Such
moves are only a boon to nationalists everywhere. Who utilise them as
affirmative signs the
others
shouldn’t
be allowed in to their particular patches of twisted reality - let
alone interbreed with pure stock. Whilst so many of their fellow
compatriots (for whatever reason) fall on less than stellar times,
their goto pissing post is always the same: it’s
everybody else who’s different from us fault,
and
should be blamed for our ills. Usually though, if you spare more than
two seconds to read the headlines before skipping to the next
click-bait piece, the others (most of them at any rate) are usually
escaping something: bombs being dropped, markets been blown up,
beheadings for not believing in whichever sky fairy is the most
popular in the region at the time. Economic systems decimated from
pilfering politicians, bribing global corporations, small-minded
henchmen, or possibly years of drought leading to pictures that
usually depict a malnourished african child in a woollen jumper who's
forgotten how to use his hands when the film crew are there, whilst
the flies treat him as an aircraft carrier.
People
drink in the nonsense spouted by most of the billionaire owned press,
either not knowing or not caring enough to ensure their mental
goalposts are sufficiently robust to view the material with a major
helping of suspicion. But when reports of people with a more
conservative frame of mind, indicate that they believe most people
are guilty until otherwise proven innocent, then why on earth would
the billionaire owning class do anything that would jepordise the
status quo that ensures their billions remain untouched, by the
trolls further down the ladder?
Perhaps
if the top 0.001% of the people didn’t own more than the lowest
60%, and instead turned from fluffing their own nests into attempting
to understand why so many parts of the world are, for so many, such
steaming piles of dung heaps. Then just maybe, we could have a world
where more people were able to reach their potential, and who knows,
perhaps society as whole might just feel a little bit better off for
it.
And
before this continues in part iii somewhere around the corner, i hope
you all had a wonderful christmas and a very happy new year.
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