I was right.
I was right.
I was right.
I – am – going to gloat.
So here is me gloating:
I told you the Nation State didn’t have a chance. I told you we’d be a bunch of roaming nomads.
I was right. – Wells Fargo is about to go under, Yahoo has been hacked releasing the data of 500,000,000 – probably by a Chinese hacker with acne.
Of course. They want you to believe it was the Ruskies.
There have been 34 Terror Attacks globally, in the last year alone.
18 U.S. mass Shootings. The 3rd world is in flames.
The computer quells the literate impulse of The Renaissance, forever to be replaced with non-visual-by-means of the Eye, Eternal: NOW.
The message of the cursor is NOWness.
Like the trigger of a revolver that feels so much better to squeeze… Like the screen, incomplete by the nature of the space between its pixels, bringing – ‘Participation.’ – The gun, the rifle, incomplete without its pilot.
Not the complete, book.
The pen, the pencil, its paper and margins – the permanent, such a disappointment nowadays…
The computer is ephemeral, but also conditions the boundless impulse.
Ya remember what the 19th century’s end felt like? It’s because we accepted anything was possible and the state of technology moved so quickly that we felt boundless. Like floating in space, but moving toward something …wonderful.
The Desktop is boundless. The Desk, the page… has edges and sequence.
Browsers are heterogenous option systems.
The gravity defying buildings of today could never be built without computers.
Transactions are parsed into packet-data. And so our brains interpret how it processes information, as decentralized into soundbites and whole new boundaries emerge on the face of the Earth.
The Net has rendered us into Earthlings. Never Citizens. Again.
Nations cannot rule over many lives under the weight of (n)etworks.
Industrialism is officially over.
We are about to take the mirror of Capitalism, and shatter it into a billion pieces.
Look down at the ground, and what?
If we are the 5th Estate. – What it reforms into, is the Sixth.
It already happened to the Soviet Union. And we gloated over our “Victory.”
Only to learn it wasn’t the Pentagon that defeated the Ruskies, but the Fax machine.
And the cell phone’s decentralizing effects on politico-social-geographic transactions.
Now you will listen.
Now you will listen.
Now you will listen.
It is the imperial age we have rediscovered. The new Fuedalism.
1929, is 2008. Don’t let em fool ya.
Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, Good Morning America, The Steelers and
Can you hear those violins?
The life-boats are for women and children, only.
Whole Opera Houses, not underwater.
Not 500 protestors arrested in Times Square.
And – not – reported on any major network.
Beef. Meat. Pounding 3rd world villagers into nothing for a coffee bean.
The future of The Corporation is a contradiction in terms.
Over-proliferation is the infancy of the end of production.
We see it now as transactions reach near light speed, a culture of returning goods, and moving products faster and faster for the consumer to exchange, changes the nature of a product to a service. And so too with it, the perception of a product as an end-state. That is, that of products themselves. This is because an ‘end-state’ itself–is what a product, is.
Then, automation will not only replace workers and slaves, but their Stockholders too.
What’s a Stock Market when computers predict every little rise and fall… Of every company, even future ones?
Impossible. That’s what capitalism is, or any ‘ism’ is, in the digital era.
Machines will produce everything and be in everything. Clothes will be grown and keep growing as ongoing botany on your person.
Mass production. Nope. Mass anything is gone.
Machine-Gestalt. Machines make and repair themselves. The Aircraft take off in our sleep…
In the end, eventually…nothing will be reproduced either, but last eternity. Yielding the Static age. Where Clocks the size of Skyscrapers, chime only once in every 10,000 years.
The computer will embed itself deep into us, into our tables and chairs until they are so transparent we know; they aren’t really there at all.
And a camera, every atom, then every Quark.
Ray Kurzweil knows it. The job of sentient beings is to make the Universe itself, animate.
DO NOT GO TO MARCUS MENTAL HEALTH — MARCUS’ BUSINESS IS A SHAM! – MARCUS IS A DANGEROUS CHARLATAN!
This man should have his license revoked, he is the very first ‘psychiatrist,’ who actually practices shaming his patients. I went in for anger problems and he shamed me for having anger! And then refused to talk about my anger.
He too boot, comes off as an awful man and seems senile. He said many things that were completely out of context.
“Dr.” Marcus, or Michael William Marcus, told me that I “should have watched it” when talking to his staff, who are completely incompetent. The first therapy session was 90% about me and his staff when I didn’t even raise my voice, I just got frustrated at a staff member who couldn’t put 2 + 2 to make 4 to save her life!
Dr. Marcus shamed me for ‘losing my temper’ upon a first visit and actually made a list of reasons why I should “watch out” and “control my temper” which is on the “verge of being out of control at any moment,” and that “I need to be monitored.” I am pretty normal aside from a pretty mild anger management problem, at least with regards to Marcus and his experience of me.
In addition he refused to even refill my SSRI Celexa, 4 days before I discovered he had given me no free refills on that first visit! I am forced now to withdraw from 4 years of anti-depressants because I can’t afford his $450 therapy session!
Standard doctors would give me a standard 3 refills, but money grubbing Dr. Marcus made sure to tell me that I have to come in and spend money and have monthly visits, in order to even have a 30 day supply!
Meanwhile the – Church – next to our apartment waters its gigantic lawn…with abandon…
I’ve had a hard life. Not many can really say that in the existing middle class. Whatever that is today…
We’ve been trained to think of Smokey the Bear: That is, the social notion about ourselves: that it’s our fault and we are the ones to blame for society’s woes. When it’s actually our leaders.
It’s the fault of the rich and the system of wealth preservation. I’ve enjoyed this system and receive money from it to this day. I am myself a hypocrite, business conspirator and war profiteer of the middle class.
Nonetheless, it’s not my fault.
I’ll make a list:
- I lost my mom when I was 19
- she was terribly sick my whole life and finally we put her to sleep in 1998
- My brother was 14
- My Dad lost his marbles and considered his children emotionally extraneous soon after my mom passed and married a horrible, horrible person and is with her to this day. She will not take care of him, despite his devotion and he doesn’t get it
- The Second Great Depression Began in 2008, and my Dad went from $120,000 as a Real Estate agent, or more a year, to $27,000 or so as a school bus driver
- He tried suicide in 2014
- I lost my marbles in 1999, and moved all over the world and had a daughter in France whom I was unable to see without money for many, many years
- I have a severe learning disability that impaired reading on top of dyslexia and low latent inhibition
- I’ve only started to – read – in 2006 because of ebooks, Kindle and the iPhone
- I am a painter in a country where true fine art does not sell
- And then told that it does
- I wasted over $65,000 on the scam of art education in higher learning in the U.S.
- I was picked on by black and hispanic americans my whole grade school 12 years
- I sucked at sports and everyone made fun of me for it my whole life. I took it very seriously.
- I never fit in despite my apparent looks and girls were after me to some extent
- My teeth will fall out in 5-7 years without $50,000 of dental work, after insurance.
- My own friends all pretty much sold out to the system with the slightest touch of pressure. I held on in poverty for many years.
- 16 years. Of poverty. 5 of it by choice. The first 5.
- I am a painter in a country where real artists are shunned, or at best, invisible
- I live in a country where the startlingly vast majority, is dumb as rocks.
- I live in a country where New York City is the only great place left. And its invaded by the worst kind of pretender, Yuppie tripe, scum.
- I live in a city, Boston where everyone is fake. Not even one free beer.
- I probably have cancer
- And in any case, will probably not live to see my 60’s, if not 50’s.
So, yeah it’s not our fault.
I’m here to tell you, it’s really no one who makes under $300,000 a year’s fault.
It’s the Big guys. And they are guys.
History will have its way with them.
The Bastille will again avenge us.
The question why do we fight each other is obvious: the gulf of resources in terms of: talent, innate and non, the gulf of reason and abstraction between us. The gulf of geography, habit, and hence, culture.
Ideology is not superfluous.
But we have been made to think it is.
The Source of which. Is the Rich.
And they built a WALL. Around them, the height of the distance to the Moon.
You’ll never get there.
…The canyons of knowledge. The powerful addiction of the powerful to the masses of the Stupid. They depend on.
For a way to suck money from Us.
To build bombs.
To protect Wealth.
And so on it goes, on and on.
Until there is no more Earth to suck.
For all these reasons and many profoundly more: We failed.
Nevertheless, we all hold in us, the concept of justice, and a way of life.
Yet, in the modern day, ‘a way of life’ is a moot point.
To the bribery we take of our living room theaters and endless drink, candy, ass, pussy and dick–we let those bombs be built.
From our spectator view.
We think is a choice.
Shame. Shame on us for thinking we ever had one.
When an unmanned robot can have more than 99% accuracy to be guaranteed to hit the assassinated. In their living room.
And leave the children sitting next to them, alive.
From 13,000 miles away.
Do not read on until you do.
What is the nature of your ‘choice?’
Do you even speak out in protests?
I doubt it.
But why would I?
When all my needs are met.
At the expense of some guy or girl or woman or man, or transgendered person: their children being tortured and killed for nothing. And Forever.
Why would I object?
I live in a Paradise.
And – We live under the ostense of freedom. When our choice is an illusion.
We live in the reality of the physical manifestation of that lie.
That lie shrouds a margin of freedom we do hold to in the minority that enjoys it on the entire planet.
Albeit, it has never even in this amount; ever existed in human history.
A loving God would not do these things to us, would He?
If a coherent philosophy that identifies and makes sense of only an unbroken chain from nothing but the – facts – of reality, is capable to any man–then why have we failed to establish it?
All any powerful person has done, with power to date, is serve their own subjective interests. When those interests happen to have been more objective and more applicable to all, even if unjust; they called these individuals, Roosevelt, Churchill or Einstein, V. Woolf, Rimbaud, Whitman, or Amelia Airheart. Darwin.
All the women and men of ability have done is make a world to live in.
People determine its character.
And what is that character?
Homelessness. Poverty. Disorder. More freedom, yes, but only until someone else has a bigger gun.
That’s the nature of the beloved ‘People.’
We just won’t accept that all men are not created equal.
And that most men, are so far from equal, that some great person said:
- “The difference between a chimp and the human being, is the same gap between the average man, and the genius.”
Why has someone said this?
Why is our world in chaos?
Because we seek a loving God.
Who would Himself, put them all to sleep.
And leave the geniuses.
Yes. To thrive, alone!
Out of compassion.
Yes. She would.
Yes, She Would.