When's the last time you can honestly remember being confident in the depicted reality surrounding you? Is there someone who stands to gain from turning our perceptions against one another?Or, is the WholeWorldBroken?
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Part 3) CyberJerk Alert, all sorts of Sloppy Math, Alien3 in a HardDrive & The much less cool Exploits of Motoko Kusinagi
Guten Samstag, my fellow statistics... **MATH TIME!!!!** --Facebook currently boasts a whopping: 2.23 BILLION users registered. --Now, stay with me, cause the security breach they reported yesterday came sliding into home with a not-so-shabby: 50 MILLION users compromised --So we...[random brilliant calculations & mumbling you just gotta trust is way above your skill level] ... AH-HAH!!! --It's just as I thought, McDonaldland! If you subtract the smaller one from the bigger one you get... 2 BILLION 180 MILLION!!!!!! --That number's just crazy, right?!? I mean, try to count that high real quick... I'll wait... I'm kidding!! It sucks!! No, really. Stop counting. --So the 2,180,000,000 [😎] was irrelevant cause those guys are the dipshits who skated by on this straight up jack move. --What's important here is, 50MILL. is a whole lot of MILLS and Zuckerberg ain't called me up yet to mark me safe, so I'm making assumptions now. --Let's see... how many apps and websites you use that you just signed right in with good ole FaceBook? ... $$$$CHA-CHIINNGGGG!!!$$$$ --This one? --See what I'm getting at? Cause it gets worse... How many OTHER apps & sites you sign in with the same password as the FB one? ... $$$$CHA-CCHHHHIIIIIINNNNGGGGGG!!!!!$$$$ --INTERESTING... You ain't greasin' around with one of your e-mail accounts flying that same flag, are you? ...oh damn. That's a pretty major: CHA to the CH-CH-CHIING, playa. --I'd call you a little naive and short-sighted for that, only, it don't really matter so much, cause GUESS WHAT?!? another 40 MILLION profiles were found to have been diddled with from INSIDE THE 50MILL. THAT WERE HACKED!!! GROTEYfuckinBLOATEY, ya'll. GAG ME WITH SOME NASTY STRANGER'S FINGER!!! --But, wait just a damn minute, party people, cause here's where it gets kinda admirably clever. Cause these hackers, I'm automatically picturing Bill Murray, Geena Davis & Randy Quaid as their characters from Short Change, only much, much smarter & not nearly as charming (another assumption. Not calling them out, IRONMAN 3 style, & not giving out my IP address) --...these smoove criminals hacked ya shit, molested ya neighbor's shit USING your shit, got all ya info & whatever pictures you looked best in, grabbed... wait for it... your cute little *CERTIFICATE* that your online version of you busts all up in the other sites, waving in the air like Charlie Bucket going to see Mr. Wonka, yelling: --"IT'S OK. I DON'T NEED A NEW PASSWORD OR NONE OF THAT BUSINESS. I GOT MY FACEBOOK TICKET!!! OH, WHAT? I HAD A DIFFERENT PASSWORD HERE? AND I NEED TO GIVE IT TO YOU FIRST? ... I musta forgot it... Yep... In fact... E-MAIL THAT SHIT TO ME, SON!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! IT'S ALL GOOD!! YOU KNOW ME!!!" --And that's how 50 million turned to 90 million, then branched out in every direction and became... nobody knows yet. The damage won't be fully assessed for years. It'll manifest in more hacks, randomly wiped bank accounts, identity theft, little traps being set all over the internet that pose as innocent downloads of everyday software that we'll always need, only now it'll come to you pregnant with funny little bots that immediately take off in every direction, one got your passwords, one drives off in your browser to pick up his boys, one kamikaze's straight into the root folders at the heart of your computer and, with his dying breath, as your trusty Mcafee or Norton antivirus arrogantly runs his ass down, plants an even funnier little ROOTKIT way down under all the big, dirty, scary *SYSTEM* crap, where all the hard labor & number crunching goes down behind the scenes, so you don't have to REALLY know what you're doing to fire up Mr. Photoshop for the annual family Christmas card and there's no need to understand the processes behind pulling a perfect 360 no-scope without ever spilling a drop of Mt. Dew all over your Doritos. --Meanwhile, The little Dick Van Dyke chimney sweeps bouncing around down there, all dirty faced and chim-chim-charoo-ing and shoveling coal into the furnaces or whatever it is that makes the computas light up all smart like, the poor little guys are getting picked off one-by-one and none of 'em believe the new guy from Avast that got stranded down here when his antivirus steamroller crashed... Nobody wants to believe they got the devil running around down here with 'em. In those endless FILEPATHS, without a single weapon between 'em. They start suspecting each other. They start making stupid mistakes. Shit keeps crashing... freezing... -- Ya boy, Avast, keeps tellin' everybody to hold out till the company gets here, but he knows they can all see straight through his bullshit facade. He just wonders if they know HOW full of it he is..? ... if they even suspect that he's been in contact. The company is on the way, but it ain't no rescue mission. They want a specimen. They keep repeating the same message over and over: "DO NOT ATTEMPT TO DELETE ROGUE ROOTKIT. MISSION PRIORITY IS AS FOLLOWS: 1.CONTAIN SPECIMEN. 2. OBSERVE SPECIMEN'S METHOD OF ATTACK & INFECTION. 3. QUARANTINE SPECIMEN & INFECTED CHIMNEY SWEEP UNTIL RELIEF ARRIVES. **CONTAINMENT & INFECTION ARE TOP PRIORITY IN GUARANTEEING RETRIEVAL. CONTAIN AT ALL COSTS. CREW EXPENDABLE... CREW EXPENDABLE... CREW EXPENDABLE... ... and so on... --Ya'll know the rest of this story. No need to go further. Look, in all seriousness, this has been increasingly, The Norm, for years now. It's only gonna get more and more severe, from now on, as we approach the singularity. ...And then it's gonna get REALLY fun, when we all got GOOGLE, informing our every move, 24/7, and the hackers begin hacking PEOPLE, to create instant stoolies for their dirty work, all Ghost In The Shell style, only not in a big, sexy action movie way, starring Sexy Robot Natasha Romanov. --It'll be more like the depressing, overcrowded, cybercrime-choked dystopia depicted in the anime where the cops got cybernetic legs to kick your ass with and the bad guys are watching through CC-TV from miles away, where they can conveniently MK-ULTRA the shit out of you and steer you like Super Mario with fire on his ass, right smack, bullseye, into that cop's great big, oversized replicant boot, all cause you opened up the side of your PC that time, and let all those little Van Dykes out before the big boys at AVAST could get their prize. --...You been talking to the little guys like they're real live little guys and stuff. You can't seem to keep yourself out of trouble, can you? ... but that's a whole 'nother story for a whole 'nother time, Mr. Tuttle. --Look, I know I said "in all seriousness" already, but 'FOR REAL' dammit. It's easy to live in denial that you are one of the 50 million, but really... It doesn't matter. You're name and credentials have been shopped around the dark web by now. The odds are more stacked against that NOT being a fact. --Run your passwords through this checker. It's a trustworthy site, but whatever. Don't trust me. Go ahead and choose NOW to get all serious about this crap they been telling us would happen since the early 90's. Good on you, Standing Tall. Dab on them haters. ...and while you're at it, change EVERY bit of information you have online that you still need to own for yourself, ...and learn how to set up dual authentication... on everything. I'm talking, your stupid Angry Birds game you still play on your old, broken Galaxy 2. ...and when you're done, take your old passwords that can't hurt you anymore and run 'em through this site. ...I'd be shocked if you don't got just ONE of 'em that's been foolin' around behind your back, hoe-in' on the bad part of the internet and swingin' off some terrorists's big, muscular arms, helping to fund his crusade, and whispering in his ear about how boring you are in comparison. Peace... or the extreme lack there-of, Motoko Kusanagi (wz3d) https://haveibeenpwned.com/Passwords
#facebook#cybercrime#hackers#stolen#identity#50million#90million#dystopia#ghostintheshell#alien 3#brazil#ironman3#singularity#cybernetics#upgrade#authentication#pwned#security#strangedays#ghosthack#marypoppins#dickvandyke#chimneysweep#chimchimcheree#supercalifragilisticexpialidocious#cyberpunk#oddfuture#implants#bitcurrency#blockchain
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Cosmic light could close quantum-weirdness loophole
Distant quasars would decide whether quantum entanglement is an illusion.
Do you ever feel like the Universe is plotting against you? Strange as it may sound, physicists are planning to test whether a cosmic conspiracy could lie behind one of the weirdest phenomena in quantum physics, in which particles appear to influence each other, no matter how far they are separated. The experiment, proposed in a paper due to be published in Physical Review Letters1, would use light from distant quasars to verify that this ‘entanglement’ is real. The test could also help cosmologists to distinguish between rival models of the early Universe.
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The harder I try to make my blog entries look halfway decent on Tumblr, the more I break them.
overheard mumblings from famed unknown, Me. I've dug through a bajillion tutorials now, but can't seem to apply them correctly. Procrastination, you bastard, have your self-loathing way with me once again.
#blog problems#I suck at HTML#it makes sense when I read it#mine looks different#caveman#computer illiterate#I used to like writing#this is frustrating#format help?#message in a bottle
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Being Me Is Stupid
... HOW STUPID? GLAD YOU ASKED. EXAMPLE #_ONLY EXAMPLE) THE *BAND INTERESTS* SECTION IN MY FACEBOOK MUSIC PAGE READS AS FOLLOWS: (cut&paste) Band Interests the apocalypse... (from its loudest to quietest manifestations. This started as a childhood fear and evolved to an unyielding obsession with the end of the Earth and the consequences, or lack there-of, inherent to such Extinction Level Events, but because my human brain houses a ghost that tends to not understand the limitations of such a limited control room, my ridiculous pursuits for the perfect anxiety/panic attack fuel eventually led me to the unfathomable idea of a Complete Universal Apocalypse. The end of all things. I have no desire to bring anyone reading this, even the slightest inch more up to speed than that. I CAN say that I believe firmly in the existence of poison ideas and, as much as I would love the comfort of tip-toeing back across the point-of-no-return that I sprinted past without further consideration for my already questionable sanity, the absurd existential horrors that I'm haunted by are now part of what makes me who I am. I MUST be me much more than I DON'T WANT to break my remaining grasp on the mundane, 3-dimensional reality we all currently reside in... Dig?) ... Godzilla, Takashi Miike, Wormhole Technology, absurdity, Artificial Intelligence... ("artificial" as in: not occurring naturally. "intelligence" as in: sentient life. The natural human fear that A.I. will eventually lead to our downfall vs. the equally natural human INSTINCT to conquer every possible scientific limitation standing in the way of ultimately achieving... what? As long as we're talking "ultimates", then ultimately, that goal seems to me like: SINGULARITY, no? But, surely, we won't make it through the turmoil that's already ripping apart the seams of this world, straight through, all the way to the endgame of the human experience, right? Without some sort of divine intervention, it seems likely that all human art, culture, knowledge... our whole story, ends here, where we started, once we've overpopulated and polluted this world beyond the point where it can continue to sustain us any longer. And we may not know much about the vast, probably infinite universe, but we definitely know the next solar system we could possibly retreat to is WAY THE HELL FURTHER THAN WE'RE CURRENTLY CAPABLE OF TRAVELING IN A LIFETIME. How does the biological construct we find ourselves maneuvering this all too brief life with, survive to such an unattainable destiny? OR, can we approach it in terms of generational starships? How many generations, living, reproducing and dying in close confines, while searching for the new Garden Of Eden, would it take? And who's to say that once we disembarked on that journey, our grandchildren or great-grandchildren would still find any value in the original mission and change course or head back, deciding ALL of our history was mere myth? The groundwork for such thinking has already been laid. It's not outside the realm of reality. But if, somehow, we had, through natural human evolution & natural progression of technological evolution, say, compiled the whole of known human knowledge, ideologies, art -from amateur to masterful-in all its imperfect, contradictory stages through history, into one NETwork hub, accessible from any INTERconnected source... and we, somehow, had reached a level of coding required for one, or several, of these sources to use this information in a sequence of problem solving scenarios that would lead to it teaching itself to learn all the rest on its own... Am I making sense at all? Does it seem impossible that a mechanical brain capable of retaining vastly greater amounts of both biased & unbiased information than us might be a plausible candidate for achieving self awareness? Would it matter that we would, no doubt, debate and argue and certainly go to ever more self-destructive wars over whether or not these phenomenal creations should be considered "sentient beings"? Once they existed, they would, without doubt, outlast us regardless of the verdict. I'm just saying, a self-guiding ship with no need of food or oxygen or waste management or, basically, ANY human necessities, is still essentially carrying out the intent of the mission to send the most pure, untainted by pesky distractions of the flesh, ESSENCE of humanity toward its goal. Am I crazy? Fight me... or convince me otherwise. I have no egoistic NEED to be correct, only to never settle for "good enough" answers) ... quantum suicide, kung fu movies, temporal theories, the entire Dead Space series, Bioshock, The Matrix, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Shinya Tsukamoto, Ryuhei Kitamura, John Carpenter, Peter Jackson, Sam Raimi, Don Coscarelli, George Miller, Rick Mayall, Monty Python, Metalocalypse, Futurama, Rick & Morty, MONO (the Japanese post rock band, not the "kissing disease", mononucleosis), post rock & space ambient (I put these together because they share more similarities than differences and I find both equally crucial to my well-being) Invader Zim, eternity (the entire concept), KIC 8462852 and EPIC 204278916... (the 2 distant, unrelated stars that Earth's top scientists can't say DON'T have a dysonsphere type structure positioned around them. If we had confirming, visual evidence of a megastructure surrounding & collecting energy from either or both of these stars, it would be nothing less than THE most important discovery humanity has ever happened upon and would OBLITERATE the long-antiquated zeitgeist that we continue to futilely prop up around us even as it crumbles under the weight of reality... again, Dig?) ... chaos magic, Kymatica/Cymatics, the power of intent, the pursuit of manifesting pure positive energy into the universe, Galaxy Express 999 (there IS no greater anime series. Again, fight me), positive & negative affirmations and their very concrete effects on the mind, Douglas Adams, 42, pretty girls who think weirdos are sexy, MCU movies, socks with no holes, an abundance of tacos, Dan O'Bannon, the first 4 Alien movies, overcoming the ancient, manipulative misinformation that disastrously distorted our perceptions of male/female/positive/negative,yen/yang energies into the twisted concepts we still cling to today of: GOOD & EVIL, chocolate mint icecream [if you're psychotic enough to have made it this far through this rambling madness, message me with: IT HURTS TO BE ME, cause my poor impulse control would have forced me to do it, too], Kurt Vonnegut, Kilgore Trout... ...EXTRA-LONG SEXY-TIME PLAYLISTS -THAT WOULD TIE TWO PEOPLE IN KNOTS TO DEATH- OF: DJ Krush, Alias, Lovage, Mono, Godspeed! You Black Emperor, John Hallur, Dreamstate Logic, Neo Geo, Mogueheart, Peace Orchestra, and the like. ____________________________________________________________ SHORT & TO THE POINT.
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An “alien asteroid” that circles the sun in the giant gas planet Jupiter’s orbital path, but hurtling in the opposite direction, is the first-known permanent resident of our solar system that astronomers have concluded originated in another star system.
Researchers said on Monday a close examination of the asteroid’s orbit indicated it formed elsewhere and was captured by gravitational forces when our solar system — the sun, planets and various other objects — formed from a swirling cloud of gas and dust about 4.5 billion years ago.
“It is a strong candidate for the oldest object in the solar system,” said astronomer Fathi Namouni of Observatoire de la Côte d’Azur in France.
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PART 2) Movies About Legs, Things That Are Not My Fault, Saved By The Bell.
... and so forth & so on.
... Oh. Hello.
Sorry. I didn't see you there.
I'll be right with you soon as I finish enjoying a satisfying puff on my oversized, Sherlock Holmes pipe and crossing my legs, in a manner, not so much "Masterpiece Theater" as, say, "Basic Instinct",
... and-a-one...
Right, then:
I was just callously discussing, with no one in particular, the impossibility that this whole "WholeWorldBroken" bullshit spills out of its round-bottomed-crazy-cup, based solely on my own push. I mean, I will never assume there could be any controversy over which side of the line my saving throws have generally landed (unless the suggestion arise that most of them seem to roll right off the table), but I feel somewhat authorised to say, as a lifelong representative of the Chris Wyble Foundation, you can pull out some pretty vital chunks of who I am by playing a beginner level round of Jenga up & down my timeline.
Every single idea, by anyone, ever, has influenced each of our stories in one way or another. Yes, I'm essentially blaming the world for my problems and denying a certain miniscule, yet still significant, responsibility.
{Discuss loudly and using only the word, "RABBLE!", while someone cuts through the indistinguishable noise with, "THEY TOOK OUR JOBS!": in 4, 3, 2, 1...}
Now, pretend I actually paid attention to each and every argument against that flat statement, took them into actual consideration, and calmly answered: "Yes, yes, those are all good points. They're fine, patriotic ideals, overflowing with the very best of the endearing pioneer spirit that makes humanity the blah, blahest of the entire blah, blah.
But, the fact remains, that I saw King Kong '76 in a theater when I was most likely 3, and was noticeably captivated by the music, story, and the obvious giant ape guy, long before I ever saw the original or knew anything of either film's place in cinematic history.
[You wanna dig in my brain a little bit, I still remember the impression left on me by Jessica Lang's glistening wet legs in the waterfall scene. It was still YEARS before I made the startling discovery that not all girls really DID smell like poop and even less of them ate their boogers. It was a couple years before I even figured out there were certain women beautiful & evil enough to make the idea of being kissed by them, a tolerable thought. That breakthrough would come in the forms of Ornella Muti as Princess Aura (Flash Gordon) and Pamela Hensley as Princess Ardala (Buck Rogers in the 25th Century). Strange. Almost NO parallels...]
I finally saw the original 1933 King Kong around 4 or 5 years later and was initially dissapointed. Of course, as I learned more about what made the first special, I grew to appreciate it and eventually was able to suspend my disbelief and view it from my closest approximation of the intended audience. From this perspective, it became hardly possible to continue to favor my FIRST Kong ('76), but I have always retained that emotional connection which cannot be replaced.
So, how's THAT for an analogy illustrating how each reality, though seperate & distict, smears over into every other? Clear as day, right?
*I OWE YOU THE POINT THAT I WAS PLANNING TO EVENTUALLY MAKE BEFORE I GOT THE CALL INVITING ME TO SPEND THE DAY AT THE STUDIO WITH MY CO-CONSPIRATORS & DITCH ON THE IMPENDING PANIC ATTACK I ALREADY KNEW, FROM EXPERIENCE, THAT THIS STORY WOULD BRING. STUPID BRAIN. I'LL POINT IT OUT WHEN I GET BACK TO IT, BUT IT'S ACTUALLY A VERY POSITIVE IDEA THAT MEANS ALOT TO NAVIGATING MY REALITY, WHICH JUST SERVES AS FURTHER PROOF THAT EITHER MY PHYSICAL MEATBALL OF A BRAIN OR (PLEASE DON'T BE THIS) MY ALL-CHRIS-ALL-THE-TIME, WIN SOME LOSE SOME, EGO, TENDS TO DELIBERATELY SABOTAGE ME WHEN THE DOTS START CONNECTING TOO QUICKLY. SO... RAINCHECK?*
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PART 1) Net Neutrality, Hypernormalization, The Dinosaur Who Swindled Natural Selection & Prospered... AND... The Healthy Benefits Of Paranoid Delusional Psychosis.
TV is a dinosaur sinking into the tar. All those once giant networks are scrambling to survive just a little longer in this technological age that left them behind before they noticed. That Netflix model is alot bigger deal than it's given credit for. It's what reshaped HULU until it went legitimate. It's why there's an HBOGO, STARZ, SHOWTIME, etc. app that all outperform their parent networks.
The power of ON-DEMAND blew Amazon up from a more Wal-Marty version of eBay to the titan it is now. Disney is gearing up to yank all Star Wars, Marvel, Indiana Jones, etc. properties from Netflix to add to their own upcoming streaming channel. Even the underdogs that only Netflix could make into giant hits: Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, The Defenders and The Punisher (not so much IronFist) are being carted over to the new Disney service without so much as a "thank you for making this possible" to Netflix.
CBS launched theirs earlier this year with the added ammo of the most expensive Star Trek series to date, Discovery, being only available through their site. We'll probably see about 10 new changeovers this coming year. Comcast, Verizon and Slime-Warner know that we'll pay $8 here, $10 there for the convenience of catching all that exclusive content completely at our lesiure, always waiting as soon as we feel like tapping that PLAY button.
So, the dinosaur is slowly inching across the quicksand, dragging its rip-off cable model over to the internet, embracing the technology of the future while still thriving off the scams of the past. Even Youtube, which was kind of a revolution in independent, DIY content creators and previously muted voices now given a somewhat worldwide platform, finding an audience without having to bow to the old media gatekeepers
(the Merv Griffins, Johnny Carsons, Entertainment Tonights, Morning Shows, blah, blah, blah, who were able to get rich off the young, hopefuls kissing the asses of whoever would help them be seen, LONG before any of the actual talent was consistently turning a profit. Completely self -regenerating. You can burn up the lump of coal till it's all disintegrated, but the machine ALWAYS got fresh coal being shoveled in the fire, baby)
... is now flooded with Jimmy Kimmel, SNL, Paramount, Disney studios, which seems like normal that those sketches, clips, movie trailers would end up archived on youtube...
until you consider that youtubers are paid through Google Adsense, and receive a monetary amount per video play featuring ads that are part of the program. The success and general public hunger for these independent creators has multiplied the number of young, self-made millionaires over the last 10 years. So, in come the dinosaurs, dragging that dirty-old-bag of crooked-old-ways with them.
Now you got NBC, uploading individual sketches from SNL, a television show that makes its revenue from tv ads & endorsements, each video cashing in on adsense profits seperately, rivaling the numbers from the original airing of the whole episode. Jimmy Fallon, Dr. Phil... practically EVERYbody is clawing & scratching for that youtube money all the kids were syphoning away from them. Whatever.
Big, ugly business, but still business. Dog eat dog & all that.
But what about commercials? Who the fuck clicks on the new TIDE ad showing up in their youtube feed? SOMEbody, cause it's got, like, a bajillion clicks. Are companies drafting interns to generate views and cash in on adsense? Hey, I'm paranoid, but if stupid old ME thought of it...
So, you seen the new Star Wars trailer? Shit, EACH newer version, starting with the teaser? How many did you see on youtube? ...and when you click that movie COMMERCIAL, like magic, you gotta sit through a goddamn COMMERCIAL before you can watch the COMMERCIAL you voluntarily chose to endure. Shit. I'll be DAMNED if, half the time, the ad that comes up isn't another trailer for another movie, usually from a whole other studio. Think Disney/StarWars minds you got a sneak taste of GrownUps 3 while you were waiting to drool all over a 30-second montage of disjointed scenes arranged to grease the dollar bills out of your wallet come Christmas time? `</pre> They just got paid by Adam Sandler's scam of a company for you to wait out the 5 seconds to click away from his bullshit and get up in them Star Wars guts... several million times... by an unrelated company willing to pay the opponent team for the luxury of dropping a commercial on the front of their commercial... leading to Disney (only an example. This is some across the board shit) making millions off a commercial designed to set up an installment in a franchise that will bring them automatic billions. <pre>` It's Terry Gilliam level absurdity that we've indoctrinated ourselves, as a species, to accept as "successful business practices", as we dream of one day carving our very own little chunk of the abstract money scheme balogna. I don't pretend to have a better, more functional answer than: try to resist as much of the barrage as you can, of huckster salesmen who have studied the best psychological methods of Stockholming your oblivious ass into not only continuing to prop up their pyramid scheme and perpetuating their boss's greedy manipulation of the entire world by way of its set-up-to-fail economic machinations `</pre> but ALSO, to constantly strengthen your faith in the infallible logic of those same machinations with a passion that is prepared to DESTROY any anomalous dissenters, selfish enough to be randomly fertilized and born into their designated gangsign annotated factions dividing up larger, further established, gangsign brandishing nation-states, yet still possessing the ingratious self-serving personality defect of introspection, empathy & existential contemplation. ** incoming** __VOICE__OF__GREAT__MACHINATION__LEADER,__STIFFY__O'FOOFYSKINS______ <pre>` "The enemy is all around and they hate your way of life. They whisper corruption into the ears of our unsuspecting younger generations. They bombard you with an agenda of moral codes & ideals in direct conflict to the ones you were taught. If you love the random patch of land you literally had more of a chance to be born outside of than in `</pre> and you're not some kind of infidel, basking in the luxuries provided by your assigned locale while remaining unwilling to offer up your mortal life to assure its continuation, then you already know that the RIGHT thing to do, the divine purpose you feel pumping through your heart, is stand tall & be ready to hoist your team's flag should it fall. The enemy wants to see you fail so that it can pillage its way to the holy finish line which was divinely entitled to YOU and the rest of the good guys. It preaches demoralizing propaganda designed to weaken your resolve & raise doubt toward your righteous goals. It knows ways to steal the food from your family's table... even steal your established identity and celebrate its wicked victories by splurging on the fruit sewed by YOUR noble labors. This is your preconceived understanding of the truth. There are higher levels of truth that only pertain to you as part of a bigger picture, but you need not concern yourself with such perplexing pokings & proddings into the corners of your manufactured reality. Take comfort in the ebb & flow of a pristine, global bureaucracy that, on the surface, appears to malfunction as a chaotic dumpster fire of social upheaval, random acts of blatantly hateful terrorism and increasingly violent natural disasters reminding each & every one of us that we are vulnerable and the only shelter comes from the sinister embrace of the leaders we ourselves chose to govern us, simply because that is the way the world has worked for much longer than our insignificant participation would justify constructing a new means of stability. Best not to stress over such uncontrollable details. GREEN has always meant GO. RED has always signified a mandatory STOP. ...And that proverbial cheese at the end of the maze, ever taunting the entire roster of teams? It's laced with the affectionate tongue-kiss of cyanide, the ultimate reward for any group that is able to pull ahead of the hordes and slamdunk their Nerf football into the victory bonfire. IT'S MILLER TIME... Because being on the winning team isn't what's important: WHAT COUNTS IS THAT YOUR TEAM DESTROYED AS MUCH OF THE OPPOSITION'S LIFE & LIVELIHOOD AS WAS POSSIBLE." <pre>` Over moral posturings? Over indignant evildoings? In a race to prove to the creator that your team is comprised of his chosen people and is ready to accept the role as His Holy Assassins? Over the truth behind 9/11? Over the ongoing argument concerning the actual SHAPE of the planet & the legitimacy of the very science we thought we understood, but very well may have been meticulously devised to support our indoctrinated "understanding" of a globe-shaped world, hurling through space in a cosmic dance with the star, SOL, spinning on an axis that brings it around 360° every 24 hours and marking the outlines of our 24 hour day... 7 day week... our 12 month year... An indoctrination so effective, most of us never once stop to entertain the notion that, at its essence, the concept of time in this manner, the 7 day work week (uncannily similar to the 7 days required to create the world), the weather defining 12 months adhered to by the Gregorian calendar could very logically, and historically likely, be an immeasurable, blanket imprisonment of individual human perceptions, compressing the infinite possibilities of each reality into a much more predictable & controllable number. Wrangling in those erratic, chaos-prone, possible realities that could ultimately crash the entire capitalist cabal so dependent on limiting the imaginations & therefore, the entire concept of the fabric of reality & the universe across an entire planet's population. Outrageous, right? Borderline psychotic levels of paranoia, layered with simple, obnoxious denial and a shot or 2 of worst-case-scenario gullibility, YEARS worth of nonsensical research into the ravings of like-minded lunatics whose infectious delusions have consistently contributed to the disenfranchisement and downfall of multiple promising, yet dangerously curious intellects dating all the way back to the first significant population booms & those resultant social structures that merely sought to stifle the all too common, human urge to casually rape & kill each other on the slightest of whims. When viewed in THAT light, maybe that original intent wasn't so awful. Maybe somebody just had to think of something, like, QUICK.
WE INTERRUPT THIS LITERATAL ILLUSTRATION OF AN IMPLODING BRAIN'S LAST, DESPERATE GRASP AT UNDERSTANDING TO BRING YOU THIS TEMPORARILY DEBILITATING ANXIETY ATTACK...
#capitolism#elitism#flat earth#evolution#global model#hypernormalisation#imagination#indoctrination#infinite#reality#net neutrality#perception#social construct#stockholm syndrome#youtube#wz3d#poxyclypse
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