"You've Proven You're a Human"—Now You Are Free to Act Like an Animal
"It’s supposed to be hard. If it wasn’t hard, everyone would do it. The hard — is what makes it great!"
For 20 years of telling undeniable truth of mathematical certainty (the manipulation of which shaped everything you see today): I've been called everything you can imagine — by people who couldn't craft a sound argument on the subject to save their lives.
Still, I'd rather live in a world where people feel free to tell me what they're thinking (even if they're not thinking) — than one that blocks their belligerence with algorithms. I find it amusing that someone being celebrated as a champion of free speech is suffocating it.
Just like this horseshit!
In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies
Everything you think, do, and say
Is in the pill you took today
Good luck at The Whataboutism Awards!
Dukes of Hazard
In the year 4545
Ain't gonna need your teeth; won't need your eyes
You won't find a thing to chew
Nobody's gonna look at you
Marching to Black Lives Matter with the first black president sitting in the White House — was that a smart move? The answer should be abundantly clear and yet the question is not even considered. I’ve been blocked on Twitter for just politely suggesting that BLM is a counterproductive cause.
Instead of considering how you could fight for justice more intelligently — you act like I’m saying you shouldn’t fight for it at all.
"Was that a smart move?"
Instantly firing back with boilerplate beliefs is not an indicator of understanding the premise of that question (or even caring to). Such inquiry requires reflection and the willingness to examine the efficacy of your efforts: And what role you play in harming your own interests by the manner in which you pursue them.
Pay no mind to how many times we go backwards by the means in which you move forward — and for what?
Vanguard for Victories in Vocabulary
In the year 5555
Your arms are hanging limp at your sides
Your legs got nothing to do
Some machine's doing that for you
For people who pride themselves as the party of intellectualism — you sure don’t think things through. In The Unconscious is Not What You Think It Is TEDx Talk, Dr. Joel Weinberger proudly proclaimed the following on being right about Trump’s 2016 win:
How did we get it right and everyone else get it wrong?
By miserably failing to ask the right questions years before — you unwittingly created the conditions to “get it right.” Now look where you are — outraged over Roe v. Wade and Trump on the rise once again (oblivious to how you brought it all on yourselves).
And NOW look where you are (AGAIN) — so proud of your Victories in Vocabulary.
All this over-the-top engineering of sensitivity has gotten totally out of hand. Excessive sensitivity breeds hypersensitivity. When you water things down to be politically correct, our nation’s ability to discern decreases right along with it: Creating a culture that’s increasingly more easily offended and radically irrational — across-the-board:
In the year 6565
Ain't gonna need no husband; won't need no wife
You'll pick your son, pick your daughter, too
From the bottom of a long glass tube
In telling this story on Thomas Sowell for almost 4 years (on which I take both parties to task on the biggest & most costly lie in modern history — along with other issues at the core of America’s decline):
I’m practically spit on by people promoting principles I followed to find he didn’t.
How do you reconcile that with this?
I’m not out to “DESTROY” Sowell:
Quite the contrary — stick around, you’ll see! And by the way, assuming bad motives is in gross breach of his own standards. I’m wondering why I have to repeatedly remind his fanatical fans of what they’re supposedly fans of.
People who talk glibly about “intelligence failure” act as if intelligence agencies that are doing their job right would know everything.
— Thomas Sowell
DOE’s standard is to spin a tube at 20% above 90,000 RPM before failure — so 48,000 short is a pretty loose definition of “rough indication.” . . . Out of 31 tubes in subsequent testing, only one was successfully spun to 90,000 RPM for 65 minutes — which the CIA seized on as evidence in their favor.
One DOE analyst offered a superb analogy of that contorted conclusion: “Running your car up to 6,500 RPM briefly does not prove that you can run your car at 6,500 RPM cross country. It just doesn’t. Your car’s not going to make it.”
In an industry where fractions of a millimeter matter, these guys were playing horseshoes with centrifuge physics . . .— Richard W. Memmer: Act II
Between Sowell’s Words and Mine — Which Ones Strike You as Glib?
And how do you reconcile that with this?
No need . . .
As Anything Goes in a world where you can call something "Premium support" and not provide any at all (literally). And I mean the old-fashioned literally: As in when it actually meant something (like a lot of things used to).
Our definitions of "quality," "premium," and "elevate" are worlds apart:
X Support is Like X Itself: There's Nothing "Premium" About Automatons in an Abyss of Blankness
In the year 7510
If God's a-comin', he oughta make it by then
Maybe he'll look around Himself and say
Guess it's time for the Judgment day
Since YouTube links work on Twitter — why won't they render in an article?
Is there a limit on how many pictures or size an article can be or whatever? IF SO— SAY SO! Instead, a multi-billion business provides a meaningless [catch-all] error message. It's just PATHETIC!
Why can't I paste in an entire piece that includes images for my blog? I can paste images one at a time but not multiple ones?
25 days later and Exactly Zero issues addressed in any way, shape, or form:
We've provided all the info we have on this and will be closing this ticket.
To which I replied:
TICKET? you haven't done ANYTHING [nor did I receive a ticket or anything remotely resembling something in the form of a system].
You haven't answered a single question. You've got a glitch in your program and you don't even care? Why don't YouTube links render? Will they ever render? "Any further help" implies you provided some — when you didn't do ANYTHING.And why would I ever reach out to you for anything ever again — when you refused to help me on anything above?
The operative word is “discovering”
Support is not “We've provided all the info we have on this” because we don’t magically have the answers to your questions. The idea is to create new information based on new discoveries (allowing you to fix issues, improve your product, and build on your reputation through your actions —not your claims).
Which should come standard in any company that cares about its customer (let alone those paying for “Premium” (oh, forgive me, +).
To be clear, I have not done any media interviews and this is not actually my checklist. I am trying to make life multiplanetary to maximize the probable lifespan of consciousness. Some of the items below are needed for that.
Lemme get this straight!
You wanna put people on other planets — when you can't even fix a simple glitch in this cesspool of sycophants and self-congratulations: Where slinging snippets of certitude counts as quality conversation?
In the year 8510
God is gonna shake His mighty head
He'll either say, "I'm pleased where man has been"
Or tear it down and start again
Of course, you could fix it — by employing people who get off their ass and do their goddamn jobs. From what I've seen out of you, you'd blame them. I blame you — for tolerating such piss-poor performance while pretending to be a bastion of virtue & excellence:
Fashioning a world for others to Follow in the footsteps of your ego to artificially fabricate worlds of their own.
You can't solve programmatic problems like that with boilerplate bullshit like this:
I know it's not my fault
But even if it was: I don't need your baby-blue message to comfort me. I'm trying to solve a problem here, I don't give a f#ck whose fault it is. Secondly, since when does a few days add up to a swift seven? But the delay doesn't even come close to bothering me as much as the emptiness above and what followed to match.
Not to mention you didn't bother to mention anything on those details I included for a swift response.
In the year 9595
I'm kinda wonderin' if man is gonna be alive
He's taken everything this old Earth can give
And he ain't put back nothin'
And you damn sure can't solve behavioral problems with your f#@king algorithms filtering out "hello" as offensive. You may be the talk of the town in your town square:
But this is what I think of you and your town square:
My Odyssey on X: The Good, the Bad & the Ugly of a Town Square Where Nothing Has to Square
Now it's been ten thousand years
Man has cried a billion tears
For what he never knew
Now, man's reign is through
People want an authority to tell them how to value things, but they choose this authority not based on facts or results. They choose it because it seems authoritative and familiar — and I’m not and never have been familiar.
— Michael Burry, The Big Short
If that quote were not overwhelmingly true, my efforts would not exist. I would not have been practically spit on for 20 years of telling undeniable truth of mathematical certainty: Painfully obvious deception shaped everything you see today. No rational person would repeatedly deny the undeniable, and just minutes into anything I’ve written on this issue — you should know something’s not right.
But you find it’s with me . . .
"[As] I’m not and never have been familiar"
Cruel To Be Kind: To Return to a Time When Tough Love Was Timeless
Shown here is a somewhat dehumanized, life-size bronze figure of a human being of no particular sex, age, race, culture, or environment. Compressed between the two wheels, it seems to present humanity as the victim of its own complicated inventions.
The wheels also symbolize the blind ups and downs of fortune. The date 1965 is inscribed on the base, and the whole sad assemblage seems to say that human history and civilization have not exactly turned out as was once more hopefully expected.
Who's the BOT?
The person who programmed a machine to find a person not acting like one? The "inherently skeptical" who have no queries — or someone asking big questions to a small-minded world with all the answers? The "insatiably curious" devoid of curiosity:
Or the one who quotes “Wisdom Begins in Wonder” from a lifetime of discovery shaping my words from my actions?
The "brave" who evade what's real to find comfort in “friends” who wallow in what's not? Or the one who stands alone with ideas and insight unwelcome by a world welcoming only what they instantly understand?
The one who “stops to organize and evaluate the information [they] are receiving” — right along with “reasoning, evaluating, analyzing, and problem solving”: Or the “critical thinkers” who do none of those things when challenged on calcified beliefs that cannot survive scrutiny?
The "nonconformists" who have a record riddled with lies and hypocrisy perfectly conformed to the narrative (whitewashed with quotes claiming just the opposite)? Or the one with an impeccable track record for the truth and seeing the lay of the land?
Not because there’s anything earth-shattering about it — as it’s all quite clear when just see things as they are (not as you imagine them to be).
Those who have no empathy for their opposition — or the one feels even for the kind who came with contempt like their kin who before them? Hermetically sealed minds will never know how much more the world had to offer them (and how much more they had to offer it). As Laura Knight-Jadczyk beautifully articulated this ugliness:
It is as though with some people — those who most avidly embrace the ‘we are right’ view — have minds that are closed from the very get-go, and they are entirely incapable of opening them, even just a crack.
There is no curiosity in them. There are no questions in their minds. There are no "what ifs?" or "maybes."
Don't Move": Land of the Free Home of the Brave
But through eternal night
The twinkling of starlight
So very far away
Maybe, it's only yesterday
The one takes pride in changing his mind in the face of information the warrants it — or those who delight in denying the undeniable? The proud who proclaim how they called it right? Or the one telling them all along how they’re unwittingly conditioning the outcome?
The one who saw what was coming — or those who still can't see while condemning the one did?
I Put It All on a Silver Platter for You 10 Years Ago: When I Saw the Writing on the Wall
In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
They may thrive
In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth...
This is my story — and if you read it in full, you’ll find it’s part of your story too. You’ve all dealt with the same behavior I have — the difference is that I get it from every direction.
And the Vision That Was Planted in My Brain Still Remains — Within the Sound of Silence"
Einstein borrowed from the one below:
The worth of man lies not in the truth which he possesses, or believes that he possesses, but in the honest endeavor which he puts forth to secure that truth; for not by the possession of, but by the search after, truth, are his powers enlarged, wherein, alone, consists his ever-increasing perfection.
Possession fosters content, indolence, and pride. — Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
In all the imagery that follows, possesion is paramount for this plague to persist.
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains
Within the Sound of Silence
“Substack Is a Scam in the Same Way That All Media Is” — a.k.a. The Substack Sector
In restless dreams, I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
The WMD Brigade: Never in History Have So Many Cared So Much and Done So Little
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
Dukes of Hazard
Vanguard for Victories in Vocabulary
And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
Dittohead Nation: The Religion of Ripping on Race & Woke Religions
The Social Dilemma Division: Never in History Have So Many Cared So Much and Done So Little
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
I Put It All on a Silver Platter for You 10 Years Ago: When I Saw the Writing on the Wall
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Thomas Sowell’s “Rock Stars” of Reason: Recoiling from It Right on Cue
Silence like a cancer grows
The Death of Expertise Division: Never in History Have So Many Cared So Much and Done So Little
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
The WMD Delusion: “And Now, Even Now . . . The Cat . . . TOTALLY Out of the Bag!”
Sowell: A Solo Play in a Silo of Sycophants
The “Facts Over Feelings” Parade: It’s All Marketing!
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
Between Sowell’s Words and Mine — Which Ones Strike You as Glib?
In tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
“Consequences Matter” — But Not for You, Mr. Sowell
And the Vision That Was Planted in My Brain Still Remains — Within the Sound of Silence"
Behold Your Freedom-Loving Elon: Pampering You in Your Free-Speech Parade
Between Sowell’s Words and Mine — Which Ones Strike You as Glib?
Cloak of Loyalty’s Lies: A World That Acts Like You Really Were Born Yesterday
Cognitive Dissonance Camp: Might as Well Be Capture the Flag for All Your Playtime Platitudes
Cruel To Be Kind: To Return to a Time When Tough Love Was Timeless
Dittohead Nation: The Religion of Ripping on Race & Woke Religions
Fiasco for the Ages: Obliterating the Biggest & Most Costly Lie in Modern History
How Lebron is Like America: A Country of Chronic Complainers With Never-Ending Excuses
I Put It All on a Silver Platter for You 10 Years Ago: When I Saw the Writing on the Wall
Meaningless Majority: How the CIA Rigged the NIE Vote to Take Us to War in Iraq
My Odyssey on X: The Good, the Bad and the Ugly of a Town Square Where Nothing Has to Square
Oh, How Birds of a Feather Flock Together! What’s Wrong With This Picture?
“Substack Is a Scam in the Same Way That All Media Is” — a.k.a. The Substack Sector
“One Voice Became Two — And Two Became Three”: The Last of the True Believers?
The Death of Expertise Division: Never in History Have So Many Cared So Much and Done So Little
The Social Dilemma Division: Never in History Have So Many Cared So Much and Done So Little
The WMD Brigade: Never in History Have So Many Cared So Much and Done So Little
The WMD Delusion: “And Now, Even Now . . . The Cat . . . TOTALLY Out of the Bag!”
Thomas Sowell’s “Rock Stars” of Reason: Recoiling from It Right on Cue
X Support is Like X Itself: There's Nothing "Premium" About Automatons in an Abyss of Blankness