2021 is gonna suck hard

Naturally it will because everyone is ready for a break... and they won't get it. Face it, folks from here on out its gonna get worse in new and different ways. Better in some, sure. But ol' Robert A. Heinlein's Future History seems to peg the Crazy Years.

Which means what? It's like we suffer the fate of our defeated enemies, but on delay. Right now, America is going through a Soviet collapse.

Kurman you're crazy. Despite the pandemic thing, the It which is the global economy is more ravenous than ever. Talk about invasive species.

We can have a temporary downturn, but appetite is there, especially more so with the poor aping the rich in consumption and a vast new middle class throughout the world island.

Democrats worse nightmare, the Stock Market takes a shit and Trump capers around like an Oompa-loompa crowing I Told You So! 2022. Republican house, or return to Republican Senate, or both, which means Biden has about two weeks to do anything.

He's not going to do anything. Oh, he'll send out a shitload of executive orders, but not much in Congress. 

Mitch will see to that. Even as Minority Leader, he is the severed head of a snapping turtle. 

So, stuff happens, but nothing happens. Until shit happens.

Expect more suicide bombers like our Tennessee friend. Expect more vigilante justice from incompetent white people like Killer Kyle Rittenhouse.

Socialism made Killer Kyle kill. If he ain't ought'n got that stimmie check of $1200 smackers, he'd have never gotten his peashooter. And I don't see anyone hiring Killer Kyle for security without a pop gun.

I'm actually pissed at the boogie bois* in his posse what should've realized he was a stupid child and looked out for him. They should have kept the baby elephant inside the perimeter. But no, my suspicion was they was all baby elephants. White elephants. Whyte elephants.

Whyte. Whyte sounds evil and witchy, which.. nah. White people ain't witchy. Goth, but not witchy.

Will we have our first domestic terrorist nuke? Nope. 

A Libertarian Walks Into A Bear

 A Libertarian Walks Into A Bear: The Utopian Plot to Liberate An American Town by Matthew Hongoltz-Hettling

Short Review: Bears Make Better Libertarians Than People Do

Longer Review: This is the story of still another failed attempt at American utopia in the state of New Hampshire, plus some bears.

Back in 2004, the town of Grafton was targeted for takeover by a ragtag group of libertarians and like-minded folk. They almost succeeded, and the result is what you would expect when all sorts of public goods are starved of taxpayer funding: infrastructure collapse and the inexorable turn towards tribal chaos of factions.

New Hampshire proudly retains the idea of well-armed rugged individualism that goes back to the time of Revolution. I find it amusing that so many right wing authoritarians assume that America is just a slight push or tug away from Marxist dictatorship, without realizing that this requires a level of organization and planning that Americans are simply not capable of. Hell, the Russians weren't capable of it, and they had a Ministry of Terror, a gulag system, and a network of personal spying to attempt it.

Libertarians pride themselves on logic, so when the Freedom folks met in a town hall meeting with Grafton residents, the amount of hostility towards liberation surprised them. No amount of internet bulletin board arguments seemed to win over these emotional and irrational rural bumpkins. The fact that the Freedom folks did not anticipate the acrimony and suspicion suggests that their argument was based upon their own illogical and unrealistic premises.

So the Freedom folk do what all liberators do. They took over the town. (Notice a pattern? Scratch a Hippie, find a Nazi). They immediately inserted themselves into positions of authority, grabbed every lever and button of power they could find, and shut the tax collection system down hard.

The result? The Free Town of Grafton fell apart. Roads and bridges fell into disrepair and remained unplowed in winter. Buildings burned down for lack of a coordinated public fire department, shut down of the town administration due to lack of funds, and a huge migration of bears.

Quick note of explanation: the bears were there due to state policy and popular sentiment. At the turn of the last century, New Hampshire was thoroughly domesticated and prosperous, with nary a stick of woods remaining in the whole state. Circumstances, both unfortunate and intentional, caused the fortunes of the state to wane as farmers abandoned their freeholds, industry moved to tax havens and cheaper labor, and traders grew more and more short-sighted. Add in the environmental movement of the 60s and 70s, and you end up with a state that soon returned to the dark medieval forests of pre-Revolutionary times. Which the bears loved, and since people think bears are people, people loved as well. 

Another quick note: bears are not people. They are forward thinking, possessed of long memories, alarmingly clever problem-solvers, observant of habit, theory-of-mind types that can think like people, get in the heads of people, but they are not people. To look in a bear's eyes is to see they are quite alien. I'm sure the bears think the same of us hairless primates.

So, and not surprisingly, bear problems became a problem. This is not to say the libertarians (and all the eccentric kooks magnetically attracted to them) were responsible for the bear problems, but they sure didn't help. Within the decade-long failed experiment, there were two horrific bear attacks (no fatalities) which resulted in indifference and victim-blaming from the state game wardens, and a gamut of responses from the town, ranging from a vigilante posses slaughter of bears, to those who would dart, tag, and radio-collar the bruins.

The ongoing (legal and illegal) slaughter of bears did nothing long term to solve the problem. Despite the culls, bear numbers grew, and the bears became bolder and bolder. There were also people who fed the bears. One in particular, Doughnut Lady, ended up with a twice daily food pantry service for dozens of bears. Passers-by were alarmed at the woods filled with nothing but bear around her house. Often times, people wondered why the bears did not eat her, but I guess it just goes to show the average bear is more patient and less short-sighted than the average human. The bears knew they had a good thing going, and you don't fuck that up by killing the golden goose. This is not a great insight, that if you feed wild animals and do not molest them, they are willing to tolerate you. See: cats.

I should note the human tragedy of Tent City near Grafton, those survivalist types who preferred Paleolithic freedom. Problem was, that ship had sailed with the Neolithic revolution, and also these guys were extremely ill-equipped in both mind and body to handle the intellectual and physical rigors of the lifestyle. Plus, they kept their cars. So, the result was the liberty to live in squalor and shit in buckets, scrounge for donuts and fresh water that had not been shit in, like living in a Syrian civil war tent city (note to the current right wing batch of civil war advocates, you'll die of typhus in about a month).

The bears became such a problem for the dwellers of Tent City that they opted for a solution strangely reminiscent of Donald Trump's efforts along the southern border of the US. They built a wall. They built a big, beautiful barrier to keep the bears out. So, yes, the freedom seekers hid and huddled in squalor behind barricades to seek a level of security against the very Nature they desired to live as one with.

Long story short, failed experiment. But fear not, libertarians have upped the ante and now are pushing for the Free State takeover of New Hampshire, but with all the statist trappings they now find acceptable, like property taxes and zoning ordinances and fire codes and the amenities that go with it: public pools, libraries, tennis and basketball courts, playgrounds, etc. And hardly any bears at all.

Daddy? Where does money come from?

You think money grows on trees?

Money grows on tomorrow's trees.

Made by ape-shaped monkey bees. 

Money grows on tomorrow's trees.

Here's an essay that first was on Twitter by Richard Murphy on Brexit. This economist makes the same point as Debt: The First 5000 Years author David Graeber, that money is a promise. More than a token of labor. A promise implying future certainty, abiding physical limits.

The smartest thing we did was get off the gold standard and tap into monkey bee land. 

These Internets are making me HANGRY!

I was introduced to the Internet in 1994 and my productivity went to pathetic.

I finally got a smart phone in 2012 and now I am dumb as fuck.

I would be willing to bet that if you did a brain scan of me in 2009, and one now, you would see the non-deterioration would be the fear and anger centers, which have grown alarmingly.

The frontal lobes? Ooh. Bad. Although they say psychedelics promote more neural growth.

Social media is our Krell moment. You know, Forbidden Planet? Monsters from the Id.

It's almost all bad and here we are stuck in it. Although a lot of parts are fun. Sounds like drugs. Bionic drugs. Electrostimulation and psychdelic-teledildonics. And all the accoutrements. Wearables, of course. No chips in my brain. Although wearables affecting my brain, suggest remotes. Remote manipulation of brains is a concern.

I don't have earbuds. I have cans. And honestly, there are times when I get the magic of electronic telepathy. Oh my god you're in my head get out of my head! That human voice connection is fun. The video also and fine through AR glasses. Bring on the AR glasses with subtitle and zoom lens.

Our brains are oozing out into our technological Oosphere, a Diaspora, and now is not the time for that.

Right now the Oosphere seems to like Hothouse Earth. We being Icehouse Apes is not so good for us.

I'm Icehouse Ape-centric but not stupid.

We've killed half the world since I came into it. To kill the other half is beyond stupid. I'm an atheist and aint no ghosts, but I recognize life, us , Earth as alive and sacred. And the murder should send me into righteous wrath. And does. And yet I do nothing.

But honestly, how much would I do? I'm lazier than Trump. I'm not doing anything,

Consider: Jeff Bezos currently worth $181 billion dollars. Median USA worth is $97,300.

Average height of men in the USA is 69 inches. Nice!

$97300 is to $181 billion as 69 inches to X inches. Solve for X.

Answer: Jeff Bezos is 2025 miles tall. He (or the Mecha he pilots) is his own moon. I'll bet you he wants to live as long as that.

Meanwhile the numbers are in. In 2016, 53% of white people voted for Trump. In 2020, 57% voted. 

This is all white trash civil war, white backlash v4.2, 

We don't need the world's interference. We got us a decade to go full retard. And we will!

Humanity is a Hellmouth

I want you to place thumb and index finger on your forehead like you have a theatrical headache, and you are touching the adult parts of your brain. The funny thing is, the adult parts, in area, are about the size of your thumb and finger pads.

The adults in the room part of your neocortex is just the current guess, but this is an area size that many animal brains possess easily. Animals are not stupid. Not even slime molds and bacterial mats are stupid. Corvid, primate, elephant, dolphin and whale brains more so aplenty.

So why are there no adults in the room?

Actually there are because there is an iron law related to energy expenditure and threat escalation.

Life never grows up. If we are the only life, then behavior being scale invariant, we shall populate the cosmos like a slime mold on... anything.

Just like poker, the bigger your grubstake... Like it or not, we could be just one tiny cell in a slime mold.

Humans are primates, therefore animals, but something else, we hope. Heroes of the Blob. or keratin.

In college, I wrote a paper for astrophysics I got a D on. Lunar Robot Farms. I'm sure if I search through this memory hut, I wrote about it.

So, the idea is a von Neumann self replicating system of robots that you drop like seeds on the Moon. (A crucial assumption is that there are significant backup resources for the initial robot wave).

The best model, I said was the foxes and rabbits classic Lotka-Volterra equations where the robot farms are the rabbits and the Moon is the fox. Assumption otherwise being, the food will not put up a fight.

If that's the dial, food puts up a fight, 

    then zero is classic exponential growth of virulence. A forest to be burned, a field to be scythed. A         #Moonbase to be won.

Crank the dial to 10, and

    let the convoluted nonlinear skirmishes begin, aka turbulence.

Should there be an 11? But only if there is a -1.

Is that possible? Well, on sounds systems, it means reversing compression and rarefactions, and yeah you can do that.

Point being, godamnit, if that's it, if we just gonna colonize the cosmos like a virus, then I'm all for pursuing -11.

Interior: Garage laboratory, two men standing admiring a biomechanical horror of an electric guitar sitting on a purple velvet manikin hands stand. In the background are shelves of computers blinking lights, and cable anacondas leading to big amps. The larger of the two men reaches for the guitar, but small guy, me, places a hand on his shoulder, 

   BIG GUY

"It goes to minus eleven"?

JOHNNY

"That's what I said."

BIG GUY

(grabs the guitar, starts to noodle) "What does that mean?"

JOHNNY

"It reverses Entropy"

   BIG GUY

"Ga-ga-goo? Mama!"

So, let's assume like the spooky Halloween Christmas story of Dickens, that people will be extinct by the year 2100 unless we change our wicked ways.

And people go meh. 2100? Okay how about 2032. We're going full Soylent Green like full retard. like to plaid.

But I tell you right now, 2032. Extinct by 2032. That's the premise. Too soon? It's only 12 years away. 

Because honestly, pound for pound in terms of great extinctions we haven't fucked up the planet all that much.Throw in some unintended consequences and for sure we could off ourselves. But in a mere twelve years? Not buying it.

And here is the funny ha ha thing. In the 1880's Italy decided to invade Africa. In order to feed their troops, they imported beef from India. The beef was infected with rinderpest (which in humans is called measles). The rinderpest worked its way south from Ethiopia and a decade later 90% of cows, oxen, sheep, buffalo, wildebeast and giraffe are dead. East Africa starved.

English colonists imported massive amounts of harm (HAH!)

FARM animals and most importantly pigs.

English colonists did not know about African Swine Fever because the local pigs and ticks and microbes had found an uneasy truce. And European pigs dropped like flies, but not enough to attain herd immunity. ASFV became endemic in sub-Saharan pigs. 

Fast forward to 2018 when an outbreak of ASFV forced China to eventually slaughter half its pigs.

By Chinese New Year 2019 there wasn't a pig to be found, so the wet markets of China provided meat from peacocks to alligators to snails and hedgehogs. At some point in the past, a jumping COVID jumped into our mouth.

And here we are.

Bit Off More Than We Could Chew

 Last we passed, dear reader, the giant hell monkeys and the gryphon rider had become uncomfortably cooperative and I wondered why.

Oh I see. Found themselves a nice tasty salamander.

A fifty footer. Have fun guys.

Madison's Orrery

I started with this activity primarily to created 3D printed objects, kitbashing and noodling rather than physical rendering. Haven't saved any time or effort and in fact added an additional layer of work.

So one day I said fuck it, this is fun all in it's own little world, who cares about 3D printing? I'd removed an arbitrary rule and opened up a world, or a #vir, a pocket universe in cyberspace.

A sculpt file in Adobe Medium is what I call a #vir, or would be a #vir if the scenes were walk-arounds rather than staged for photographs. 

This series I was thinking of Jack Vance's The Dying Earth. Ancient ruins and blasted landscapes with incredibly pungent refugia interspersed. In this scene, giant monkeys accost(?) accompany(?) a wayfarer in a skull dust mask. What do the giant monkeys live on? No ones knows, since they ate everyone.

I make these things to escape the horrors around me. The admittedly low level horrors interspersed with long stretches of boredom. 

This is going to be a horrible winter. 

Well Boomers and Doomers we will test Madison's Orrery once again. Each world state circling a federal sun lasted all of four score and seven years.

And then they strengthened the gravitational pull of the sun.

What they forgot was those world states developed powers and character and kin. Shining California, Oregon and Washington, perhaps the last embers of liberal democracy. Or perhaps, allied with Hawaii and the Deep State, the next step in slime mold experimentation that gets us a seat at the table on Venus.

I say thank all nonexistent Gods for the Deep State. They suffer the ills of organization which happens to all, public or private, yet is uniquely capable of big dick thinking, or big vagina thinking. Or big tit thinking. We need big tit thoughts more than ever.

(Speaking of which, Kim Guilfoyle and don jr should become sex workers and (s)he'd make his own fortune).

So after January 20 everything wrong is the fault of soft penis liberals. 

And the drama queen right wingers are freaking losing everything. Ready to be sent to gulags and reeducation centers. (And yes, we shou;d make them get MBAs before we send them to North Dakota!

Come on QAnon! A Gianforte in charge of Montana? Tony Montana??! 

Dave Chapelle laid it out. Nothing changed. Like we been telling you!

Stupid white fucker. That's me. And that's how I feel if I wasn't white, but doing OK. 

I think I'm on top of things and it turns out I'm sleep walking just like you.

And probably because the AIs can think a million times faster than us.

Puce Lives Matter

The reason given that a Blue Lives Matter flag does not violate the Flag Code is it is not an American flag. 

Whose country's flag is it then?

(and we all know the answer to that)

Phlox Lives Matter. Chartreuse Lives Matter. blah. meh.

Why aren't there sixty or seventy stars on the flag?

Well, the last two states, Hawaii and Alaska, were always problematic, read 

a little too brown

and more of a Cold War necessity. I mean, why couldn't we have invaded Norway instead of Puerto Rico or the Philippines which, let's face it, ALL our territories are inconveniently brown.

Hell, we have large swathes of the continent that are inconveniently brown.

We being Real Americans akkka whipepo.

And I get it, white people never had so much fun under Trump since Reagan. And the reason they are having fun is they aren't scared.

Conservatives, consistently under forced brain scan, have enlarged amygdala, the fear center.

Fear motivates conservatives.  Fear don't get you to the future. Fear makes you hide in the past.

The Five People You'll Meet In Prison

The Five People You'll Meet in Prison by Brandon M. Stickney

Part prison diary, part expose, I really didn't learn anything new about the American prison system (in this case the New York state penitentiaries). I saw this guy on the WGN morning news and he was funny and engaging but the book less so. 

The American prison system is set up to punish and the best a prisoner can hope for from the administration and officers is malignant neglect. Stickney meets five people who are kind to him, including a corrections officer.

I think the only thing that I got from the book was an uncomfortable reminder of the number of similarities between American prison life and American life. This is not a new insight from me.

The American prison system is the largest in the world and is thus one of the largest slave plantations on the planet. As far as administration is concerned, it's a win/win. Taxpayer funds for each prisoner and almost free labor out of them. Stickney noted New York state spends $60 grand a year on each prisoner, and perhaps actual spending on prisoners more in the range of $14-20 grand. That's quite a profit. In that situation, as product, as a commodified person, they'd want to treat the prisoners with the least amount of damage. But that's not the case.

Torture, yes, just so the torture would be preferred not to the death (unless they're insane or retarded). In any event the torture is enforcement only, to protect the prison (not the prisoners from each other), but it still happens.

Otherwise it is indifferent neglect and the inmates run the day to day maintenance. 

So am I saying the USA is a prison? No, but it does have a lot of coincidences.

If we treat the USA as a prison system, then the great American dream is to move from prisoner to cop, to boss. Maybe that explains why Americans all want to be take charge like cops and bosses.

Maybe a different take from some other research might help. Below you see trend of household income for the bottom 60%, 61-99% and top 1% from 1986 to 2014. Consider the bottom two thirds prisoners, upper one third cops, and top bosses.

Now see the trend true to scale:

No new insight other than a similar repressive system. 

Travel The Spaceways From Planet To Planet

Drink makes me dizzy in cyberspace. I can't drink doing VR sculpting and that's good. 

Listening to Sun Ra and his Arkestra while VR sculpting, that's good.

Immediate Flow.

Weed is also encouraged but not required.

These science fiction imagists add "greeblies" for texture to make the object appear larger. I honestly find the task tiresome after a while, or maybe I should be more patient and not try and do it all in go, one session. 

That's not the way spaceships look. Real spaceships don't have pipes and parts sticking out other than the ones supposed to stick out. No greeblies on the Apollo Command Module.

Water On The Moon

In 1859, Edwin Drake drilled the first successful oil well near Titusville, PA. He drilled down 69 feet to hit oil. Nice!

It is said that had he drilled as little as six feet from the spot he chose, he would not have hit oil. He managed to find the tippy top of the oil deposit. He was almost out of money, so he would've had to stop, and either someone else would be the Edwin Drake of oil, or the oil industry may have been delayed by years or decades. Probably not.

It turns out Apollo 15 astronaut David Scott had the opposite luck of Edwin Drake while drilling core samples. They had problems with the lunar sample drill but eventually got a ten foot deep core sample. Had Astronaut Scott drilled as little as six feet away from the spot he chose, he would have run into an ice chimney of the ice glacier beneath them at Hadley, part of a vast sublunar network of mantle ice.

What impact on historical events would there have been if water on the Moon had been discovered 49 years earlier than today? Answer: not much.

Recall that the public attention and popular imagination had already soured on the Moon landings. The folks at NASA would have been clamoring for a permanent residence on the Moon after the 1971 water ice discovery, but no one else was interested. Not Congress. Certainly not Nixon. And so, the space program would have continued as it did. 

Or... in 2020 30 million people live on the Moon. Just like the fairy tales I was told on Star Trek and other space shows. 

The reason Baby Boomers are pissed is we were supposed to be Rocket Rangers. And instead we got Facebook.

War Fighting Space Drone

If Trump is reelected then you know either Jared or Barron is the Anti-Christ.

If I were writing a movie, Barron would be the son of a jackal mom, but in reality yeah it's Jared. Jared got the Damien Thorn AND Portrait of Dorian Grey thing going for him. I'm rooting for Jared.

Teenage Slumlord. 

He got the comb-over barely hiding the sixes on his scalp. 

He and goat daddy bought the 666 building and then sucked Qatari cock to clear the debt. This is sounding more and more Ghostbusters.

Which is why the Beast, DJT changed his digs to FLA.

We judge ourselves by our past pitiful enemies like the British Crown, the rebel Confederacy, Hitler, the Soviet Union. They're nothing compared to what awaits us.

So, if the Antichrist is for real, then we might as well be living in a simulation. Vive le Purge. Unscrew the head of anything that gets in your way because it doesn't matter. You're not real. Nihilism rules.

So here we have a one hour kitbash. Which means I did a 3D collage. 

I always figured a fighting space drone would be a tetrahedron. Engines are weapons and weapons engines. Tight center of gravity ready for any threat from any of six corners. Unmanned of course because raspberry jelly.

The fragile tubes and protuberances on the outside?

Either: don't care, first hit is the last hit, or

Some magical shielding.

Yeah, no magical shielding so, drone get taken out means lots of drones.

Lots of drones means soon you get machine-gun-bullets-at-Paschendale levels of drones.

Which means we are doomed. But you knew that.

Consciousness as a mirror of the universe

My dad died when I was 26. Towards the end, he'd take naps. I would sneak in to check he was breathing. I found out my brothers did that as well. Dad had perhaps six minor heart attacks, and told no one. But you can't hide suffering. We knew things were fucked up. Plus, this is back in the Reagan Recession and no money is coming in, marginal money coming in.

It didn't help having an alcoholic drug addict living in his basement.

And then he dies and that is his last impression of me. A bum. A slob. A drunk.

The shame is not as sharp now as it was then, but it's still there.

Mom died on Dad's birthday.

Mom took up a career as a teacher.

I ended up being in her 4th grade class when she was a student teacher. Everyone laughed when I called her Mom instead of Mrs. Kurman.

Mom, getting her MA in Education, tested her kids with the Stanford Binet IQ test.

Of the 4 boys, Johnny was the dumb one, with a 154. I think I was ten years old when we took the test. Maybe 11.

I always wondered if Mom, in scoring the test, added points because we were such nice boys.

But no. Eric, the Smarter Older Brother of my Sherlock Holmes. is smart motherfucker.

I've wondered if their indulgence made me a slob. I have to dismiss this as I'm just a slob.

Had nothing to do with Mom or Dad at all. Maybe Uncle Ed? They say I am the psychic twin of him. But. Nah.

Dorky Uncle John. 

Anyways...

Weather nice. Nice weather, burn some leather.

I like the look of burned leather. I think that punched metal and flame and give you water color gradations of burning on leather, but since I am a slob, I won't pursue it too far. 

Unless you would like a laser tattoo leather goods, jackets. The trick is you don't laser the leather, you laser cut flame tolerant metal templates and place them on the leather and flame-o she goes with the propane torch. I need more control of patterns of dots.Then I can do any tattoo.

Dreaming in G code. 

Exquisite Corpse

In VR sculpting, I achieve exquisite corpse by building on different sculpt layers. In this case, 3 layers over the course of 40 minutes. 

Here Are My COVID Demands

 I really am bummed that my cultural burritos are spoiled by Nazi butt corn. What is otherwise a fun indigenous religion has been made no fun by Western civilization. And the mark makings of symbols are all first rate with the SS and the Odin rune. Really compact powerful graphics.

No wonder Hitler snagged them.

But there is also the subversive signal element added to the dominator's noise. You see it in folk art throughout Europe. Non-Roman Empire Europe. Northern Barbarian Indians against Greco-Roman Cowboys.

"Hey, you're not worshiping the Sun and the Moon are you?

"Nope, doing Jesus over here boss"

"That looks kind of Sun and Moon stuff to me. How much money you got?"

"Here you go. We're good"

The modern difference is Borg America will appropriate from everyone, therefore rendering subversive elements powerless.

This is why I have arranged for everyone to be exposed to a massive hallucinogen strike in the coming months or years. 600 million doses will be inhaled or ingested by every American man woman and child throghout the world.

What are my demands? A ten page tax code for starters. But also, a Spring Halloween. April 30th, the night before that commie May Day. Walpurgis Nacht in Europe. I want it to be Spring Halloween in America. I also want a 30 day advent calendar for both Halloween and Spring Halloween.

Whcih means a new scary lawn display for each day before Halloween and Sping Halloween. 

And not just Halloween and Spring Halloween, but all our holidays. Which means America is going to need more storage space for all their holiday shit, and that, dearie dears, wipes out the retail void apocalypse. 

Government subsidies, AKA transfer payments from the rich to the poor, will float all boats. Since reparations are preety much off the table, this is an acceptable slow solution to the income distribution network which will keep the deplorable poor from eating the despicable rich.

Fair is Fowl and Fowl is Fair

Funny how we are a microcosm, and the physicists' story of  heat death is aptly reflected as our own. Lives and friends and loves snuff out or move away, like the stars in an expanding universe. An increasingly lonely universe.

More proof that scale is invariant, that some ring of numbers are constant everywhere. Like the those infinity stones in the Marvel movies, maybe. If so then Penrose is right about cyclical creation and he owns the stones. A cyclical universe not necessarily infinite, but with very large cosmic number finitude.

Or not. Regardless, it suggests time travel without consequence. The Penrose diagram is for a Kerr blackhole turned into wormhole. This is more properly the Homer Simpson universe where the universes (labeled R1, R2..) are connected top to bottom, side to side making a toroid: a donut universe with the black hole as donut hole. The ring singularity is all singularities. Which, there you go, wormhole = time travel and probably by sticking a fork into a toaster as Homer Simpson did in a treatment of Ray Bradbury's "A Sound of Thunder". You know, the one where the time travelling hunter steps on a butterfly and screws up the future. 

But there's a suggestion that the universe is more robust due to entanglement. That a "wound" made in the past will heal in the present. Here's the egghead article, and the English translation:

To simulate time travel, we sent qubits through the computer gates in reverse order. The gates manipulate the qubits and represent time steps as well. Then we damaged information in this simulated past by measuring just one local qubit, while all the other qubits maintained their quantum correlations and remained entangled. After the damaging measurement, we ran our forward-in-time protocol and then measured the qubit’s state: it had returned to essentially the same state it had been in before backward evolution, plus some small background noise. Because the initial state of the whole system was strongly entangled in quantum correlations, the long complex evolution essentially recovered the information of the perturbed qubit.  To our surprise, we not only disproved the butterfly effect in a quantum system, but we also found a sort of no-butterfly effect, as if the system wants to protect the present.

So, if this holds, we have a whole new amusement park. I'm not the first to think of it. Robert Silverberg, who thought a lot about time travel, wrote a story where the protagonist was a time travel tour guide. He mentions how each time he takes a group to an event like the Cruci-fiction, the crowds get larger and louder. They are not worried about changing the past.

Which gets us to Wild Time Tours. Go back in time, do whatever you want. Tread on butterflies. Unscrew the heads of dinosaurs. Kill Hitler. Kill Jesus. Nuke the Holy Roman Empire. What's your fantasy? It doesn't matter anyway. And you get videotape.

I myself an part of the Famous Peoples Assassin Squad. I've killed Caesar, Hitler, Ghengis Khan, Stalin, Mao in the bathtub, Ronald Reagan and Jimmy Carter debating, you name it. The crowd reaction shots are the gravy. Does that make me a psychopath? Well, then it was Fate, weren't it?

Welcome To The Monkey House

 UFOs: real, then regardless of explanation, a rung up on the Kardashev scale than what we can do.

Therefore they are the people, and we are maybe the not-people. It comes down to that every time. 

Also, this is their planet. Not ours.

And we have thought of this planet as ours for how long. When did we promote ourselves to gods?

When did the Glorious Revolution occur? (It's always called that). When all of a sudden we are all lords and ladies if it please you instead of the primate slobs we all are? Before that it was a fun party. But then someone wanted to hog all the fun. That's when things went soup sandwich.

That's when you, me, come up with not-people. Then the fun is done.

Can not-people become people? Maybe that's what the UFOs are here to find out..

The Man from O.R.G.Y.

Mother Jones

Summarizing for me, she explained that she’d asked Epstein why he had so many girls around. “I asked him why he was like this,” she recalled, “and he said to me to read some book….He told me it influenced him to become wealthy.”
The book was The Man From O.R.G.Y., an obscure 1965 James Bond ripoff written by Theodore Mark Gottfried under the pen name of Ted Mark. It’s about a con man who travels the world under the guise of being a “sex researcher” in order to spy for the US government. The novel begins with protagonist Steve Victor in Damascus for the kickoff of an “extensive survey of Arab and Oriental sex practices.” There he is approached by a US diplomat and invited to the embassy. In short order, Victor is recruited to spy for the US government. The novel is an unbearable horror show. It’s violent and grotesquely pornographic, containing toddler brothels and graphic details of children and infants being ceremonially raped and trained into sex slavery.

What we know right now is that the despicable rich have won the caste war and it's daylight robbery. When financial scandals and the charlatans who love them are shrugged off, when Panama Papers of tax cheat and fraud is released and the only news afterwards is the journalist gets car bombed, then we are just fucking sheeple like they say.

The deplorable poors only recourse is violence and even that seems pointless. Your AR-15? My nerve gas. My engineered virus. 

What I get out of this article is that people are stupid. People are easily tricked. Most especially the ones that are smart, in both categories. 

Was Epstein a genius? No. More like Dillinger he had to fuck all the time. Was he murdered? Oh yeah. Is QAnon barking up the wrong tree? No, but it's a really big tree and they are on just the one side. 

Was he a spy? No. Was he an asset? I agree with the writer:

This urge to make Epstein’s power sophisticated and complex serves a similar purpose as the elites’ insistence on Epstein’s extraordinary genius–both are ways of squaring the evident smallness of the man himself with the vastness of the world he built and the seemingly outsized influence he possessed. Both of them betray a collective lack of imagination when it comes to just how ludicrously rewarded dumbasses can be in this country. Epstein didn’t have to be anything special to become a key player in an evil conspiracy. He had to be rich, and he had to be useful to people richer and more powerful than he was. The very real possibility is that Epstein was both a rich dumbass and a key player in an evil conspiracy, because evil conspiracies require nothing more.

October 1962 WWIII

 If you are wondering what the status of arsenals was during the Cuban Missile Crisis: 

the Soviets had 36 ICBMs, 138 bombers ferrying 392 warheads, 72 SLBMs

the United States was armed with 203 ICBMs, 1,306 bombers with 3,104 warheads, and 144 SLBMs. 

USA 26,400 nuclear weapons,  Soviet Union 3300.

Noted psychopath General Curtis LeMay was correct in calling President Kennedy "a pussy", in that the US would have wiped the floor with the Soviets. Some 6300 megatons would have been used on the Soviet peoples, and the USSR would have ceased to exist in a little under two hours.

Conversely every city on the eastern seaboard, and as far west and north as Houston and Dallas through to Cincinnati would be smoking holes in the crust of the earth. The United States "would got their hair mussed" with 20 - 40 million dead. Pre fallout totals.

1 billion global dead post. 

In that universe, I am not writing this, and you are not reading this. Boo!

A Little Brown Cloud

SMERSH, the East German spy agency, kept the material remains of Hitler's bunker crowd until 1970. Yuri Andropov ordered the destruction of the remains and dump it in a river. Skulls, shin bones and such, were in a bad state of decay, but per orders, the bones were crushed with charcoal, burned in a gas kiln. The rucksack containing the ashes was taken to a river. The wind caught the ashes up into a little brown cloud and that was the last time anyone saw of Mr. and Mrs Hitler.

You might ask why it took so long to destroy the remains and the answer is the bodies were being used at a SMERSH base in Magdeburg to open demonic portals to other other times and spaces. Like Stargate but Doom. Soviet Doom. It's what gave the Soviet Union the first interstellar colony.

Luna Moy, a moon circling a gas giant around an F type star about 9.7 billion light years away, in the direction of the Pleiades, was officially called the Ark by the USSR. A mini-me USSR. And by 1969, when the mojo ran out on Hitler's skull, the Soviet Union had 370,000 colonists on Luna Moy.

Once the US found out about all this, they tried out all sorts of dead remains, starting with civil war generals, founding fathers, ol' Andy Jackson himself, all with poor results. Just not enough evil being generated for a subspace rift. And then they tried liberal skulls. Holy shit. If horsepower was hitlers, liberal skulls were* in the thousands of hitlers. The universe spread her legs wide for USA! USA! USA!

There are 300 stars on the US flag. 248 colony worlds spread throughout the Observable Universe, 192 billion light years across.

*Notice I said were because we burned through all our liberals. They are all dead. We tried to not kill them all, but, now we are burning through moderates.

Somewhere Else Entirely

It really is sad that my culture, my tradition, has been polluted by white supremacy and Western Civilization. In some ways, we Northern Barbarians were enslaved to Christ as surely as the Lakota had their land stolen one thousand years later. 

I often wonder if Thor rather than Jesus was the successful Iron Age god maybe we'd be a little happier? Or at least the world a little less killed off?

Because, my Nordic pantheon? If I were religious? Is a pantheon that gets old without eating golden apples, farts in bed, cross-dresses, gets fooled a lot, gets frightened but tries not to show it. All too human. Not batshit sociopaths life the Greek and Roman pantheon.

I'm realizing I am the 20th century version of the son of Odin and Jörd*. So, of course I'm Thor. If I complete the psychosis, I am, and I am considering it. The psychosis.

What would be the consequences? Well, Uncle Thor is available for blessings. Like for example, baptisms and namings. I hover my hammer over your little baby's skull and grant them good gravity and the protection of my Mom. Odin? Loki? You pray to them for gaming gambling and battles. Thor? He's kind of the Farmers insurance guy. I'll even dress the part for extra. 

But that's not what I want to talk about.

I'm a science news guy, because that's the news that is actually news. Science news is not popular news, so this gem about the Air Force developing a 6th Generation fighter system in under a year. Not fighter, fighter system, with drones interchangeable with fighters. Let me remind you the F-35 has US taxpayers with one trillion dollars on the table. And the Air Force goes next level for a millionth the cost. WTF?

The closest historical parallel is the North American P-51, developed and in production in only four months. Granted, special circumstances. The Brits commissioned North American Aviation to produce a version of their P-40. North American had NACA data for laminar flow wings and lofted conic sections fuselage.The Brits provided the blessed historical records (flight recordings) of the P-40, provided the Rolls Royce Merlin engine. The first Mechanical Dragon was born.

So, aerospace CEO's are ignoring this and at our peril. We are becoming a fat land animal like Russia or China, instead of remaining the shark in the world-soon-to-be solar ocean. 

ITEM: Largest budget on R&D? China.

Thank goodness the USA is still an attractive place for immigrants and aliens. Thank goodness the USA has still some of the best schools. Thank goodness we welcome all with open arms.

ITEM: In 1940 the German Luftwaffe was about 3000 planes. By 1944 the USA was producing one Luftwaffe every 11 days.

China has shipyard capacity to challenge the USA in the western Pacific and recoup their losses faster. (Unless we start nuking).

People say so what? We lose the western Pacific. Dude, you lose Earth Ocean dominance and why would you do that What's the point of Space Force without a base to go back to?

At this point it's undeniable we end up under authoritarian dictatorship. I want a nimble American dictatorship, not a plodding Chinese dictatorship, but conservatives are sitting on the couch, beating off too hard to 1954, to get it.

America must go Viking if it is to survive. That means No More Nepotism.

Biden Our Time

Who do you want as President? Which doddering old man's finger do you want on the big red nuclear button? (Wow, no triggering there. Ha. Meta).

After Cheney made it canon, the VP job is the CEO. The presidency is chairman. Obama got silverback Joe, who knew all the levers and switches of power. Trump has... Pence?  Or the shadows on the ceiling that command him.

Item: the year 1954 was probably the Monkey Singularity. You look back, first nuclear powered submarine, first H-bomb test, the original Oscar Meyer hot dog car, Dien Bien Phu defeat of the French by General Giap who would go on to kick the fat asses of Americans... but most important, April 11, 1954 is marked as the Most Boring Day in History, meaning that's when we all got converted into a million digital death simulations and the Earth was reshaped as a...?

Biden or Trump, we're doomed*. It is then a question of when. My guess is Trump wins. Because the Fermi Paradox. But also, we know what to expect of Team Trump, vicious brutality marked by low brow, short dick thinking and venal incompetence in service of the elites. So Humanity extinct in 2032.

Or the Jetsons Apocalypse 2065, with the 1% in Sky City and us Flintstone mutants on the ground, wiping our asses with leaves and grasses.

If we get Biden, we get the different-kind-of-vicious liberal team in service of the elites. Kamala Harris, whip smart brilliant, ballsy, vivacious, bitch-vicious and I remind you not clever by half, probably is the Caesar We Need But Won't Get. She gets us to 2082, and then your'e on your own.

Liberals, perhaps unbeknownst to Pooh and his cork popgun crowd, are starting to get worked up into a marxist frenzy as advertised. 

(*For all my talk of  doom, I've kind of fetished bodily maintenance these past seven months. 63 years old. BP of 118/72, resting pulse 54. Lost ten pounds instead of the gaining the Covid 15. So duh I'm an optimist).

I seriously believe that at that meeting in Helsinki, that infamous day July 16 2018 when... 

Helsinki. Interior, flourescent room, single table with linen cloth, silver serving plate upon it. DONALD TRUMP is seated, VLADIMIR PUTIN and two INTERPRETERS standing.

VLADIMIR PUTIN, places napkin on one arm and lifts the silver lid with a flourish, murmurs to his INTERPRETER.

INTERPRETER: "He says you have to eat it"

There is a soft serve swirl of dog shit on the plate. The smell fills the room that even PUTIN flinches back a little.

DONALD TRUMP: "What?" 

VLADIMIR PUTIN: "Bon appetit" (smirks)

TRUMP hesitates, then grabs a spoon and starts in on the turd. Gagging, he forces each spoonful quickly down without chewing.

VLADIMIR PUTIN: "Oh my God dude I can't believe you did that!" (towards INTERPRETER) "are we getting all of this?"

INTERPRETER nods.

VLADIMIR PUTIN: "Don't you dare puke that up. I think we are ready for the press now."

And Trump is once again, as on so many occasions, in his Helsunken Place. Neo-feudalism? How about we get through feudalism first?

Whatever is going the fuck on right now, and I can tell you it is not what you think is the fuck going on, there are a lot of shadows on a lot of ceilings.

I Am Your Uncle Thor

 They dug up viking graves and sampled DNA and lo and behold, people from all over World Island. Only a matter of time before they find African vikings. My bet is there are Idris Elba african viking graves in my home town in Norway. The David's Hill side. The Neanderthals.

It was a wildly empirical profession so why not? The archaeologists found SE Europe, Asian, and Pictish corpses in viking graves. Well, pirate is a great meritocracy so...

as your Uncle Thor, I strongly advise reconsidering going a-viking.

I mean, it's not a life at all. It's a job. 

And you don't look up to the job. Noffense kid, but nah.

Item: Western Civilization predates White People.

White people, the blue eyes and blonde, was invented only six thousand years ago

And Jericho? sites in Turkey, Iraq, Iran go back at least 12,000 years.

This is not to say there weren't light complected people around before Western Civilization. At least three adaptations have evolved for less melanin. Perhaps four. But the Alt-male alt-right whyte grievance committee would have you believe that Aryan blondes are inherently superior producers of Western Civilization, and it just ain't so. but you knew that.

Despite the fact I Majored In Weed at Indiana University, I also got a degree in mathematics. And that particular intellectual  tool belt I was good at helping recognizing different problems as the same problem.

Darwin's theory, fittest for that environment 

A well regulated militia, being necessary foe the security etc.

You get the idea. I talked of Robert Mercer. Interesting cat. But honestly I would rather pile driver his hot milf middle age daughter Rebekah with her baby beluga forehead.

I don't know why. My animal brain wants to do her what can I say? 

Anyway, Robert made his monies on arbitrage.He was there before anyone else. Like gold mining in New Guinea. Or North Sea oil. Except in cyberspace. A whole new place. To make monies. 

Being in the spectrum, I know the feeling.

Caste War or Caste Spells?

There are the three tines to a fork. Force, fraud, and feedback.

Feedback is the most interesting one because it is remediated. Just like a brain, incoming data is fed raw and also processed (another fork). This is the brain's solution to the Man in the Middle attack, not perfect, but, no static solution is.

I would expect nothing less from a survival machine like the brain. We keep forgetting that, and maybe because the brain is embodied and ensorcelled by other bodies and brains, we think we are this nice pleasant person when instead we are a survival monster. Period. No other descriptions suffice.

Rubber, meet road. Road? Rubber. 

Take dick size as an example. It's genetic, but not a patrimonial line. I was shocked to hear my aged mother's Penthouse Letters about my dad's enormous cock. Or for that matter, her friend's complaint on she didn't know where her sons "got their big dicks from" as it sure wasn't from her husband. 

(Wow I can't wait to be old and uninhibited like a baby again. Problem is that blessing comes with the curse of physical infantilism).

Point being, look at dick size from force and fraud. If you got a big dick, force is your tine. If not, fraud is the answer.

Let's talk about Robert Mercer. He was in the news after the Trump victory. Bankroller of Breitbart and Steve Bannon. Big time libertarian billionaire guy where your wealth is your worth. This big dick guy is using force, fraud, and feedback. He is not donating to Trump this cycle because he (not just him) got what he paid for. Things got broken, and broken just enough.

Fuck Trump. Trump is, as Steve Bannon said, "a blunt instrument". And Mercer and his hot middle aged daughter Rebekah, smart as they are, are smart enough to realize they ain't ALL that smart, and get out of the poker game with their winnings.

Four years ago, I wrote that the Titanic had sunk. That we were all in the lifeboats now. That I myself should, according to past me, have evolved into a gill man, hands hammered flat by the life boat people. 

But instead, the Titanic has been transformed into a superyacht for the likes of the 1%. In classic irony these Eloi find themselves in need of Morlocks on the lower decks (at least until the Jetson's cleaning robots are built).

Importantly, the caste spell is the illusion that the Titanic sunk. It is the middle class that manned the life boats. The Titanic did not sink. It was grievously hulled, listing hard to starboard, but the people below decks are keeping us afloat.

God fucking dammit. All those beautiful people working shit jobs makes me weep. 

The Fifth Chinese Brother

You know the Five Chinese Brothers? Me and my brothers are them.

(Not the Five Chinese Brothers children's book from Seinfeld with the wee-wees and pee-pees drawn on them)

My brother Eric, the oldest Brother Who Can Swallow The Sea 

Yours truly, Johnny, is the Brother With The Iron Neck

Jim, Jimmy, James is the Brother Who Can Stretch And Stretch And Stretch His Legs

Christopher the Brother Who Can Hold His Breath Forever

the fourth Chinese brother is Chris's idiot friend Craig the Brother Who Can Survive Being Burned

which works out because Craig is older than Chris and that makes Chris the fifth Chinese brother. 

From a Nordic mythology Craig is Mister Saturday Night as anyone can survive being burned on that night, which makes Craig a Roman Time Family Friend. As it should be. But n Nordic mythology everything comes across as family feud, rivalries between white trash cousins which it is, gods and giants fucking each other like crazy and producing amazingly powerful children. 

Here's a weird interlude. In high school I took a photography class. I read an article about face symmetry and beauty. I took full face photos of  people and flipped and double exposed the negatives to make mirror right and left handed faces. Sure enough, handedness was masculine and feminine. If you were right handed, your left mirror face had softer features. Your right mirror face looked like a cave man.

I did the two mirror photos of me. Right hand me was a babe. I would have done right hand me.

Probably not now.

If the Kurman Brothers are a force,

and they are

then with Malice Towards None

unless otherwise else

The Knee or the Ankle of the S Curve

What happened in Q2 1972?

Wages become unhitched from productivity. What happened? Nixon's gold shock? The increase of capital's share of the national income? The 1973 oil crisis? (But that happened in October 1973).

My theory? Algorithms. Westworld Season Three. The Jetsons was prophetic. We all work for Uniblab

That Monkey Singularity corporate borganism enhanced with the systems and computers we have after WWII? The collectives, the societies, predated the Great Acceleration, but now we (they) are superpowered, soon to be hyperpowered. That was where We capital W We appeared from this and become-

There is no They. There is no them anymore. That scares you but We are there.

"Hi. Agent of We here. Meaning you also an Agent of We"

"Cool! What's our assignment?"

"We'll talk about that later, For now, I would like you to just carry on as before.

"It's really sad when the status quo is chaos and bad governance, but OK"

Look at that 1955-64 blip where wages outpace productivity. What was that? I don't know. Computers aren't spit without communication, and that decade's when the satellites went up. But how would that effect Cannery Joe on the assembly line? There is a disconnect in 1954, and perhaps this was a union immune response to our eventual robot overlords and their human proxies.

I've spoken of my psychosis that the world ended on or around March 23, 1978 and we are all Hungry Ghosts clinging to an illusion of  life. I find out that there is an economist who agrees with me, although she chooses 1979. And hers is a metaphorical Ragnarok. No matter.

I contend the Apex of Western Civilization was in 1926 at the lunch counter of Walgreen's in downtown Chicago. That was where the Triple Divine Convergence of Cheeseburger, French Fries and Chocolate Shake came together. True, all components existed prior to 1926, but my research indicates their combined powers were first made manifest in 1926 Chicago. 

The 1920s is quite rightly called the beginning of the Modern Era. Especially in electrification and household appliances. Electric robot helpers that made life easier. The blender, for example. One had to shake a milkshake prior to frappes. We had a nice copper drink shaker in which I made some stupendously badass shakes and malts. But if  you can blend a shake with a mechanical friend, a robot electric blender that turns on and off at your whim, why not? That was important. 

 

Irony. Or poetry. Potatoes, chocolate and tomatoes are all from the Western Hemisphere. Without the Columbian Exchange, Western Civilization, might not that be that great. (Assuming it is). 

Without globalism, We could not have produced do fries come with that shake.

VR Sculpting and Camera work

 

Zombie Conspiracies

 This really should be a category on the TVtropes website. I'm starting to think there might actually be something to memetics given how some of the dumbest things get stuck in people's minds. It's more than Dawkin's simpleton mem hypothesis, it moves into Madness of Crowds territory which is much more interesting. Fittest for that meatspace environment type of stuff.

My analogy would be Dawkin's supposes UFOs are aliens, which it turns out UFOs are much, much more interesting real phenomena. Very much more interesting than just little green men flying around in pie plates and cigars.

So, zombie conspiracies: QAnon.

Here we have a classic vile Anti-Semitic narrative dressed up in modern dumbass coveralls. Substitute Democrats or Hollywood elites for Jews and this is all Protocols of the Elders of Zion shit. Satanic (not Christian) pedophile cannibals. What is this a reaction to? I'm going with White Grievance and that's it. That's all she wrote. Taht's all you need.

There is, of course, envy. All of these MAGAs actually wished they had the power to rape and eat babies if only they could. But they know they will go to jail. So they suffer in Silent Majority and watch all those cool people having fun.

And honestly, if you go by appearances alone, all the religious leaders, evangelicals, right wing politicians and personalities are all of them just one of two pool boys or baby sandwiches away from winning QAnon Bingo.

Seriously, look at Jerry Fallwell Jr. (or any pervy religious TV character before him), Matt Gaetz and his "adopted" Cuban son, Trump or any of his spawn, or Ted Cruz, who we all know is the Zodiac killer,etc.. QAnon done look like it pooched up the scent and is barking up the wrong tree.

Baby raping is nothing new to rural whites. Why, there you are, stuck out in nowhere with nothing to do, it's only natural you get to working on anything with a hole once you're liquored up and bored. Bestiality, pederasty, plain old good natured rape.

You could argue that corn liquor and cornholing Made America Great, or at least a way to pass the time.

 And it's not like fear of Banjo Boy progeny is any inhibitor to the activity. If you can get your inbred monster babies to work the farm and pop out more spawn, what's the harm? For that matter, cornholing has a long history in Western Civilization of being a manly art.

Take the Romans, who only thought you unmanly if you yourself were penetrated. Nothing wrong if with fucking girls and boys, and, yes, babies. They got a hole don't they?

And the cannibal part? Why, it really is disturbing how common cannibalism is in human culture. 

That leaves only the religious part which is just any manufacture for the other. Pick a label. Any label.

So, yeah, of course The cult is envious. If you weren't invited to the Kool Kids Party, how would you feel?

Reality Has Become Too Stupid to Fact Check

---OR --- 

If You Are Going to Stir the Shit, You Better Be Ready to Lick the Spoon

The thing about the Apocalypse, or a dietary substitute, is that one cannot imagine it unless one survives it. This is, of course, stupid. You will not survive it.

Therefore all your planning, all your Prepping, was a waste of time. (And I have said before that the Prepper problem is the same as the Colonizer problem, one is of time, the other of space. But that's not what I want to talk about).

I realize I am not the kind of stupendous badass that survives. I own no guns. (I used to, a LOT of them, but no longer, and we don't have time for that story). Guns are irrelevant. I am not martially trained. Again irrelevant, anyone down to 8-year-olds can be battle hardened in 2 weeks. I have courage, because I have actually headed for danger, have put myself in harm's way. Rather than, or unlike our poor juvenile delinquent  Kyle Rittenhouse, I have walked the walk instead of talking the talk. And that is not hero bragging. That is no choice in but doing. That stupid primate instinct to help. If that's courage. It's courage for me. because I have been a coward. I have run away. My brain will remind of this when I wake up at 3am and it says "Hey let's go through ALL your humiliations one more time! It's courage because, having been a coward, is was not. All it takes is once to realize you have courage.

So, why is Johnny not going to survive the Apocalypse, and therefore cannot imagine it?

Well, run the numbers, quite simply. Johnny will run out of luck, even if he was a stupendous badass, and he will buy the farm. Simple as that.

Here's Killer Kyle (not to be confused with Killer Kyle the wrestler from the 80's) with his newest pudge bud, Ryan Balk of West Bend. Ryan is part of the alt-male Boogaloo Bois and is a big big fan of white supremacy and the brave little twinks Richard Spenser, and Miss TV Dinner Heiress Tucker Carlson. (BTW Ryan served in Iraq and Afghanistan so he got his #BPA beat twice).

I have mentioned in earlier posts that there is something very FEY, something very FAGGY about the white supremacist movement and here is still more evidence. These guys are redpilling, and that is the red estrogen pill, as opposed to the blue boner pill. 

So, if I'm not gonna make it, these guys sure as hell won't make it. And that's even before I apply the numbers.

Who is going to make it? Do you care

? Look at any dehumanizing situation, you know who makes it. 

The scumbags. And the more elite, the more scumbaggy. Elite panic is well documented. The best solution was provided by George Carlin, where you put all the rich people in a stadium, load them up on speed and coke and acid and liquor and PCP, and you give them unlimited weapons. The last one standing you pin a medal on and shoot them in the fucking head. Rinse. Repeat annually.

Because us regular folks? We know how to work just fine with AI algorithms started running business. 1973  was the start. That was when we officially became biorobots. 

So, fellow biorobot. Do you feel lucky? Are you ready for blood? Are you ready for radiation sickness? Are you ready for a Hobbseian war of all on all? Forget the cults. You are just a skin cell to be scraped off to them.

I have no desire to return to an 1830s lifestyle. Do you?

Anyway, Johnny is so 20th century stuck in the future. I try to be hip. I work the VR sculpt thing when I can. Here's an attempt at retro scifi. No penis rocket. Ovum sphere. This is, of course, Uranus. Seen from Titania.