Fuck Democracy?

I often find myself siding with the conspirators.

Emissions are down 25% say some leading studies into the impacts of climate change.

And just within the last 30 days. Plastic waste is up, but most air traffic has been grounded, car traffic is coming to a screeching halt, and oil is now worthless which will make renewable energy an absolute necessity. Meat and dairy which account for over 70% of all emissions and probably even waste, are now in question and could be conceivably abolished by law.

Is this not the best case scenario for the planet?

Let’s say for a second that there is a global conspiracy of Trillionaires and Billionaires who control the planet and pretty much always have behind the scenes.

Do you really think that the needs of reduced waste and emissions could be met by so-called Democratic processes?

  • 60% of all vertebrate life has gone extinct since 1973. – National Geographic
  • Most studies involving the permafrost melt in the arctic north give dire forecasts of warnings of exponential runaway climate change with a methane feedback loop involving a matter of 10-20 years before all life on Earth is extinguished. – Time, Newsweek, NBC
  • There is about 1,000 Gigatons of methane under the arctic permafrost being released as we speak. There are only about 5 Gigatons in the entire atmosphere. – NOAA
  • There is now evidence of what used to be a rainforest that is the entirety of Antarctica. – CBS
  • Antarctica reached 69 sustained degrees last month. – National Geographic
  • This is the 5th hottest year on record for planet Earth. – National Geographic
  • Greenland’s largest glaciers have melted, losing 2 billion tons of ice in 2019. – CNN
  • Australia and California are on fire, along with a large percentage of the Amazon rainforest. – Virtually anyone you ask
  • In its 2018 special report on Global Warming of 1.5°C, the United Nations Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) warned that we only have twelve years to prevent the worst impacts of climate change.
  • Research predicts that without dire action to reverse global climate change, our entire ocean ecosystems could and most likely will suddenly collapse this decade. – Nature, The Guardian

So, if ‘Democracy’ isn’t going to save us in time, (which come on, our makeshift failed systems can’t do anything right), then what will?

Nevermind that the rich have made sure this has been the case – If you were Bill Gates, or the Rockefeller Foundation, wouldn’t you at least begin to think about taking matters into your own hands?

And if Time and NBC are saying 10-20 years, what is the real figure let’s be honest(?)

5 years?

The time to act is now and fuck Democracy, I agree, we need swift global authoritarian action.

By force.

What better way to stop the end of the world than to release a virus that has minimal casualties but stops the wasteful economies of the entire planet?

It’s perfect. Notice how the numbers to this virus are so low? Anthony Fauci himself backed a New England Journal of Medicine peer reviewed article that put the actual numbers of the Covid-19 virus somewhere far under a 1% death rate. And even said it was on par with the normal flu. Yet, in public he declares the exact opposite. A study on Santa Clara sample population concluded a 0.14% death rate and a recent Denmark study said something very similar: a 0.16% death rate. Today, I saw a Los Angeles study stating even lower a death rate.

Yet we have a global lockdown.

Don’t worry about money, it’s actually fake, the dollar has been floated since Nixon, the rich can just keep printing it while controlling hyper inflation which is a myth anyway. What do you think the Federal Reserve is?

Don’t worry about resources, the rich have been lying to us ever since, and hence all our paid off institutions have too—the whole world’s population can be fed 15 times over, simply by eating plants.

So what’s actually going to happen?

If the controlled opposition of Trump and others like Alex Jones are successful, the virus will certainly come back in order to further social distancing enforcement which will become drone based. The conspirators secretly want people to resume normal life again this year, to re-infect everyone with a second wave. After this, more fake numbers will be made up to coincide with flu season in the winter, making this unbearable.

Complete socialization under a possible universal income will take over. The homeless and other expendables will be silently siphoned off to FEMA camps, along with any hapless dissenters. Once it gets bad enough, and probably as the second lockdown commences, next year ID2020 under Gates, will rollout micro-chipping and mass vaccinations for anybody who wants to return to normal life.

Authoritarianism as seen in China will begin to infiltrate all American and Western European life. What will be done to extend the lockdown past 2022 remains to me to be known. However, the goal of saving the planet (for the rich) and in the meantime producing totalitarianism for the western world, will remain.

Life as we knew it, isn’t going back to normal. The planet cannot afford it.

Design Websites For Walls.

epicenterThe average connection speed Nationwide is around 9Mbps. 

The average site download is around 1Megabite. 

I remember designing sites that were an 800K download. And it was crushing people’s attention span in the 2 seconds it took for them to check their phone and leave the site.

Now? I figured out the secret of my success: I’ve been testing sites on a Wifi connection at 1.02Mbs or around thereabouts while the average is 9 TIMES FASTER. 

All my sites should load quickly as a result, though I’ve been too liberal even still with my sites holding a hefty 1.4Megabite download. Though this speed will be in 3-6 months, the new standard.

Which is too much. But the majority of my sites have been around 900K or a little more. 

Sites in the next year will be beyond 4G and entering the real 4K!

Exponential growth Kurzweil talking about is coming. In 2017 we will see HDTV Websites as a mainstream standard. Anyone not designing for Responsive 4K, very large out-of-text-and-into-speech-transition emphasizing voice, with a very 3D bent—will be crushed. 

Design 3D, design mobile–

Design for walls.

Microsoft Surface is Ancient and Futuristic Simultaneously: Kubrick is Proud Today

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Surface Touch Technology Neal Cormier Art

Surface Touch Technology Has Seen Light Neal Cormier Art

Surface revolutionizes the Touch interface for the very first time.

I always thought the iPad was great; for revolutionizing the design and the hardware…But Surface is something we imagined should have been in 2001. It is finally and officially the future.

It takes mulitasking to a newer literal level in the sense that it harnesses slates of space in the way Lion had wanted to grasp at but lacked the timing and further innovativeness. Continue Reading

Sons of the Silent Age Part 4

“He’s also a member?”

Almost snorting, Camille spat a retort at her. “Of what?” she quipped. “The preferred Homecoming King along with being an aspiring scientist, right Helen?”

“Ah, that’s right Pam.”

She didn’t care, they couldn’t get away with this. So she skipped the doubt she had of any success, and…

He sat down alongside Helen, sliding in. He did have that great long low jaw jutting far from his neck, gracefully, but strong. Eyes, blue, crystal blue like hers, and Helen’s. It wasn’t a coincidence, blue eyes were the CAMBIAN or USC genetic preference for most parents. There was that taffiness again with Andrew though, when he smiled, like with David, but ever so faintly.

She liked him, instantly, despite everything, but she was reproachful and skeptical of what she considered his potential intellect at that point. Or maybe she was just a Louse, a Tramp, a Floozy, a Slut..? Well, no that would be a good thing, she gandered…

Maybe I’m just attracted to like, everybody. I like to feel beauty, or ugliness sometimes…

“I understand you’re Camille.”

Andrew immediately came out with. extending his hand as if to kiss hers, not to shake. They shook hands.

“Where’s Helen?” said Rachael dismissively.

“Oh she’ll be here in a minute…” said Gorsky.

Pam talked for a bit with them, and then…

“Well I’ll let you two get acquainted…” she said in the general-you tone.

Rachael didn’t have much to say now.

Her mom and Nana both slid out of the booth, and they were alone.

“Okay, you seem really nice and all but, I mean first off, I don’t usually date Poles!”

He laughed. “My parents didn’t put me up to this.”

“To what?? For what?” she replied.

“Well, to meet you.”

“Oh,” she said in defeat.

“What, what’s wrong with–”

“–What did your mom or Helen or whoever–tell you?”

“Um, I know Helen, cause Mr. Damiand’s son. Do you know Dr. Damiand? He works with Helen.”

She remembered Helen and Erol or was it, David? -Talking about something like that, but couldn’t pull anything specific out of her memory right then and there.

“No I guess I don’t.”

“You don’t?”

“No. I don’t.”

“Okay…”

“Okay, so whatever, we have to make this sustainable here and now, so okay, what do you do?” she asked.

“I’m a student, I want to be an engineer.”

“What kind?”

“The kind that works on stuff,” he said, smiling. His light and candid demeanor were working on her…she had to admit.

There was suddenly, out of nowhere it seemed, a long awkward pause between them.

He came right out with it. “Do you have a Boyfriend?”

Another pause.

“No.”

“Cool.”

“Why?”

“I dunno, seemed like a good starting point to better conversation…”

“Indeed,” she came at him with, still having no idea how to react, looking afraid…

By the time Helen, Pam, the Colonel, and Nana were all back at the table, she and Gorsky were playing footsie and poking at each other, trying not to be seen.

Pam and Helen were glowing synchronously.

Rachael felt that dagger again. And the sensation of eating poison, with enough distraction to want it.

But why is Helen smiling? Smile as you kill I guess, huh Helen?

Just then the taffy man himself came on a levitating View,  happening to have stopped at their table to relay ads and information on where to buy things and Tourist attractions too…

Rachael was the only one to look above their booth. She poked her head, trying to get a mental snapshot of everything around her.

There were just as many Views hovering from table to table, each of them a flexible, shape shifting monolith, many translucent rectangular variations floating intelligently around the room. The Huge View before them in particular was a taffy-like man, but out of control taffy, and scary! Rachael thought this, without enough time to make conclusions—

“—Hahahahahaahahahaahahahaha!” The man chuckled, uproariously–at everything. Like a demon with altogether characteristically loose cackling jaw!

“I’m Guy Migger, featuring those tried and true consumer products only YOU deserve!”

She thought seriously that he could any moment be featuring Monster Trucks, and in the next moment, a Nazi rally. The next? Soap. Then…?

Nothing.

He disappeared. Oddly.

Reappearing to replay Monster Trucks, Adolf Hitler speaking softly to a man, then. Then Soap.

Rachael was going to vomit. ‘The fear,’ the dark fear had returned to torture her and rid her of peace of mind once again…

“Ah-hahahahaahahahahahahahaahahahahaha!!!” This discarnate head of a blonde blue eyed suburban mad man was of some generic early 2030’s ‘Epoche’ or period style ‘Characateur’–come-to-life! He had slicked back hair and a sturdy pressed collar.  Stylistically, he appeared like a mesh between comic books themselves, and real life. Whatever that was anymore.

“Actually Guy Micker, was the name of the real one here.” Helen said it.

“Who?” Pam came in with, like a doe in the lair of a Gigantic Spider.

The Colonel and his wife were fading into the wallpaper, and fast…a sad tinkering could be heard, of Nana softly letting the spoon drop from her hand onto the Micro tea plate. The Colonel just sat there, staring at the table.

Helen continued over to Pam. “Guy Micker, the ol’ Tycoon maniac? You don’t remember him?”

“I mean, Helen, come now, and how many Cereal Killers have we had in the last few years? Like 30?”

Pam had made a genuinely rational point. Rachael noticed it. So did Camille.

“That’s who this is based out of, and it just happened to actually catch on. Masochistic to me…”

She’d never seen Helen, even the likes of Helen be so intelligent. Rachael lapped it up, then reproached herself for being such a cunt licker!

Guy Migger went on to describe the inevitable product he was no doubt about to shove down everyone’s throats–before which, he could only tell you about the new press for superiority against Utah, and the USC fight to prevail.

They’re using our fear of fear. And wait, why again, why isn’t Helen feeling guilty about torturing me right now? She must know!

Somewhere in her, she was confessing to herself, uncovering her own dirty little secret of wanting to like Helen, and blighting herself. Then beating her head with a mental punishing Switch for giving into it…

“Hey wait, isn’t the USC done with Utah? I mean, isn’t Utah, like kaput or what not???” Andrew asked, urgently. Something intelligent. It had to have been a plant. Of her mom’s, no doubt…

It had to be! Just had to!

Rachael felt more and more just mere Rachael, as if to age, backwards. No more Camille, no more future adult. Just fucking damn regular old Rachael…She was getting desperate to believe herself and hold to Reality.

My reality? NO. Somewhere the word ‘My’ could not go with Reality. No sir, she thought. Only a grammatical article such as THE could fit something so large, finite and yet, vast.

And no respect for it, not anywhere, save from this jack ass hot guy who could talk, and Helen, this demon of a package, with independence inside. From her mom. From CAMBIAN. From Voca’s, and Finally Fourteen…

The Onslaught Toilet-Bowl, Poo Wars, Vast Stone of Flies! 

Nevertheless, was she to give in to it?

Never. She’d sworn. Long ago.

It would be so easy if Pam hated Helen. But she didn’t. And Pam liked her back, and golf liked them both. And they were evil, they had to be. Both of them.

It made her want to fuck Andrew while shooting at her mom appendage by appendage, until she got to blow her brains out and cum all over his face.

She came back. To the table.

“So glad you’ve joined us again,” Pam said.

She was getting a heady sensation. And low, so low. Need to breathe…

“Move, please, I’m sorry And–” Her mom gave her a look of no life beyond death.

Shrugging, she decided not to care, as she pushed her own way out of the booth and onto the red carpet, straight away to the restroom.

***

She was washing her hands and then she came to her again.

“Rachael…? Raccheeaeel?”

Softly, ever so gently…again. She knew it was coming.

“Una,” she stated, gravely.

“Don’t give into them. They’re only skin deep.”

“You’re still talking in metaphors. Clichés again, no less. Seems to make sense though.”

Terror had become visible as a medium to her in that instant.

Controllable. Maybe someday.

“I’ll talk to you some more, and better ways, if you take that injection…” said Una.

It was her, the real Una she had seen long before.

The faint apparition in the mirror pointed softly to her left. There, right there, slightly under the instant hand drying unit, was indeed a cylindrical misty blue syringe.

“Take it in.”

Rachael, I can’t believe you are about to do this.  

“Are you really here? I mean, this is real as it gets, Real. But how can I know, and really know that I am not dreaming?”

“You can’t,” said Una.

“Bullshit!”

There was a pause.

“You can’t Rachael.”

“Fine!” She figured her fear of what was out there scared her more, and in that moment, took the needle into her foot.

And in a swarm, she saw the poppy fields. And the Towers. The mirror expanded to reveal an endless field meeting a gigantic seaside and a sky of enormous clouds.

The waves were close and far away. They were playing her music, a long time ago. A phonograph played endlessly into the landscape.

And with that, a vertical torrent of sudden cascading tears, Rachael’s Terror fell out the bottom in streams down her cheeks and neck and chest where they disappeared forever. “No, no no!….Okay, okay, I don’t fucking care anymore! Just show me!” She was wailing, snorting and sucking in her mouth, blubbering with trying to press through the murk of pure fear.

When she was finally calm. Una spoke to her again.

“I can speak now, to you, and it will make sense to you, even though I am really, still speaking like you heard before.”

“Yes. I understand. Why haven’t you come to me before?”

“Wasn’t able to.”

“Okay. Where are we now then? I’m still at the Buffa Grill right? And how much time do I have before my fucking mom or anybody walks in?”

“Don’t worry Rachael, I’ve slowed down the rest of the restaurant.”

“What do you mean, slowed down? Like they’re, I’m guessing, their movement…?”

“Their molecules are moving at a fraction slower, making it effectively–”

“Two different places!?”

“Different places? Yes, you could call them that. Not really. “What happens to the two worlds is important to them.”

“Who?”

“Them, Rachael. Them.”

“Oh GAWD, fine!”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Ah, I’m afraid I can’t tell you that Rachael, Camille, and Halea.”

“I’m all three, I suppose.”

“No. One after the other.”

“Inevitably?”

“Pretty much.”

“What? What does that mean? Can I be put off a ‘need-to- know’ basis right now, please?”

“No.”

“No? No, what do you mean, no?!”

“I mean, it would upset the Race. I want to see a true winner.”

“Winner.”

She realized she’d meant to say it as a question, but instead, it seemed to assert itself as a statement.

“What race?!” Rachael growled at her.

“No need, really no need Rachael…You must realize you are one in a herd.”

“Don’t–Wha–Not you. Don’t tell me this, not from you…”

“Don’t worry Rachael, I’ll take care of you. Just play my little Game here…”

“Fine.”

“Give her over to the Indonesian Client.”

“Who the fuck is that?”

“Handoko Tan.”

“You’re just telling me, for…”

“You’ll see her.”

Una disappeared in that instant.

“Be cryptic, be that way, you fuckin’ sadistic Bitch.”

Back at the table her mom was recounting newly purchased accessories while Andrew was arriving from somewhere else, at the exact same time.

“Where were you?” Rachael inquired.

“Using the facilities, same as you.”

Why didn’t I see you on the way back then?” she snapped back at him, instantly.

He looked at everyone as if to get permission, then said laughing in a jocular, yet defensive tone, throwing his hands up rhetorically while he spoke further–”I didn’t think it was that big a deal!” He chuckled some more.

She tried to calm herself. Her mom began pushing her a bit further into her seat as she soothed the back of her neck.

“You’re being paranoid, Rach!” he said to her, as if he’d known her for years.

You don’t know me yet, okay?

She’d said it right in front of Helen, who just seemed to watch with a placid look on her face.

“Okay, okay girl, sure no prob.”

He sucker punched her. Like Kim would.

Right, like Kim would. Nice try Una.

But was it her?

He laughed with everyone else, whole heartedly this time.  Rachael looked peaked.

“Do you need to go back to the restroom Rach?” Pam asked, dully.

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