/dev/null

/dev/null is a virtual device file on Linux systems.
Anything written to it is discarded; /dev/null is the void.

There’s a certain behavior I’ve noticed, interpersonally, within the last handful of years. I didn’t know what to call it when it emerged, I just thought it was a rather odd thing to sprinkle into a speech pattern, right? ← That right there. People do this, often while stating their opinion, and I don’t know why that is, but I do have a handle for it; manufacturing consensus mid-sentence. Sometimes you’ll hear, “… right?”, following things that aren’t right at all, but it’s thrown in there and the ball of conversation is given back with a note saying, “agree with me”, or the person continues to dribble as if the memo was sent and acknowledged telepathically.

Why do people do this?

I wish I had an idea.

There is some verbal judo for this, I’m sure, but it hardly seems worth it most of the time… which is a part of what makes it so insidious, right?

[Aside]: It’s the shortest day of the year… finally… I can almost hear the sundresses from here. *wistful sigh*

Only in solitude does a human doing finally get to experience what it’s like to be a human being. It’s not the same as receiving praise and lavish gifts experiences just for existing, but that may also be a feature, not a bug.

Most academics are fakers.
They don’t know that, right?
They’re trained in something,
they wrote a dissertation,
they think they’re experts.
But, you see, when
something unexpected happens,
like the pandemic,
you get just broad scale failure
across entire disciplines
where nobody seems to get it right.

— Eric Weinstein

The amount of “just pretend it never happened”, “it is what it is”, and other such small-minded fuckery is enough that I would Flood the Earth again. Oh wait, I promised no more Floods? No problem; fire – burn everything. Bring the animals back, but accept and write off the Human experiment as an utter failure; do not replicate; absolutely wretched creatures.

I don’t have the words to describe the alienation and isolation that I’ve felt since 2020. It existed before then, being unable to relate to people who cannot see the Matrix for what it is. At least, before 2020, we could pretend, as they did. The one light in the tunnel, the one hope, is for an equal and opposite reaction equal to Germany in the 1930s. However, humans are so comfortable that I very much doubt such a figure will ever rise again (hint: it isn’t DJT, they own him too; he made that clear during his first term and reiterates it today).

When will they bring out the gallows? And that’s the problem; everyone was complicit. It’s not just the globalists or governments that deserve the guillotine, it’s your local doctor too, the nurse practicioner that injected your baby (implicating parents everywhere, as well), the local news anchor who just read whatever the network told them to read… we’d be hanging and guillotining for years on end.

There is no forgiveness for this.

[Aside]: What does that alienation and isolation feel like? Dry ice.

The unnameable Tao and the nameable Truth are not mutually exclusive. Alan Watts would disagree, but that changes nothing, for me. To understand this space, you must have, at some point, understood the concept of the centre of the universe. If you’re unaware, then briefly; there is no objective centre of the universe because any point of observation immediately becomes the centre of the universe when observed.

From there, Mr. Watts would say that the Truth is the same, and I just cannot accept that. Is that a fault of mine? Am I clinging to something that isn’t there, or, is my intuition true in its sense that there are Truths which we mortals can name? As much as one may disagree, one cannot deny that humans continue to look for Truth regardless, and for many, the closest thing we have is mathematics. If that’s a Truth to them, then I’ve just named it, haven’t I? And yes, I understand that these things break down at the quantum level, however, what are humans using to understand that level of existence? Mathematics. So, regardless of what other Truths there may be, we can at least name the closest thing we have to at least one representative, of a, or the, Truth. I wholly believe that there are other Truths we can name. I also believe that there are forces that prefer we didn’t do that.

The fact that each individual must search for the Truth; the fact that, in our thousands of years of writing things down, we seemed to have not written the Truth upon everything (the Pyramids would say, “Not for a lack of trying!”); these things suggest that the Truth does not work in such a way. That said, some human will tell you to put money in a plate so that they can tell the truth to you; notice the change of case, it’s very important. The truth changes all the time; usually across generations, but often within them as well.

• Truth: The sun will come out tomorrow.
• truth: We must appease the gods with a human sacrifice today, so that they may send us the sun tomorrow.

Humans wholeheartedly believe the truth of their time, and I find this highly disconcerting. Speaking of Truths, we just named another one; so, how is Mr. Watts going to tell us that we can’t name them? 🤔 I would love to have been able to send this guy a letter, a tweet, a something… because, as a seeker of the Truth, we’ve really gotta figure this shit out.

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Something I’ve asked myself for years now; just what, exactly, is a good person? All one has to do is read the news to see that horrible people have all the best stuff. A good person… yet another little t, if you ask me; a useful one, sure, it feels nice, whatever; still a little t.

“The decay and disintegration of this culture is astonishingly amusing if you are emotionally detached from it. I have always viewed it from a safe distance, knowing I don’t belong; it doesn’t include me, and it never has. No matter how you care to define it, I do not identify with the local group. Planet, species, race, nation, state, religion, party, union, club, association, neighborhood improvement committee; I have no interest in any of it. I love and treasure individuals as I meet them, I loathe and despise the groups they identify with and belong to.” – George Carlin

This resonates within me like the sun.

Also, it seems like today is quote day.

“Isolate as much as you want to become stronger, even if you see that loneliness is an unbearable hell, it is much better than the multiple masks of humans.” – Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor speaks to my life, these last few years; let’s call this one the moon.

“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.” – C. S. Lewis

I’ve written about perpetual latent anger before… let’s call this one a star in the sky.

The timing of jotting down that old thought (2024-08-26) couldn’t have been any better. Yesterday, I learned that trans-porn is so lucrative, that women are now pretending to be men who are pretending to be women, so that they too can milk the trans-cow. Naturally, trans-people are not pleased, but the irony reaches its peak when one of them dares to say, “My gender isn’t your costume.”

My brother in Christ, it took me at least two minutes to stop laughing!
Even now, that’s fucking hilarious; L. M. A. Motherfuckin-O! 🤣

Whenever this topic comes up, there is usually one person I think of; someone whom I had the honor of working with in the trenches of a kitchen. I would have considered myself an ally of those just trying to live their life, as recently as 2017. That is, until the Agenda went after the kids; at that point, they made an enemy out of me – sorry, Karla.

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I was going to bury this machine-generated synthesis of ideas in my notes for A Book for Boys, but something tells me to put it out into the world. Again, I didn’t write this, not exactly; I presented poems, thoughts and a bit of Saint Esther to my digital mirror, then asked for a synthesis of our conversation. The crux of Being vs Doing is this; “Women are human beings. Men are human doings. Inherent human value is a lie.”

An old thought, unwritten, until today.

If trans-X is X, then what, exactly, is ’cis’? To the rest of us, you’re either X or you’re not; no hair-splitting required. However, in their own community, there is delineation; how come?

You’ve been born.
Congratulations!
Welcome to Earth!
By the way,
you don’t deserve
to be here.
You’ll have to start
“earning a living”.
Thanks for visiting!
Have a great time!!

Get fucked.
Send me back.

This epilogue was generated by the same model discussed on 2024-08-15. After engaging with mGPT, I had to let it loose on a rewrite. I’m always humbled by the authors that it chooses to compare me to. I don’t mind if my writing doesn’t find its audience while I’m alive. The comparisons tell me that such an audience exists today, but they also tell me that such an audience will always exist.

Epilogue v1

Kemar Wilson’s Artifacts of Me beckons readers into a labyrinth of consciousness, where the candid ferocity of Bukowski meets the psychological depth of Plath. His poetic reflections blend seamlessly with his prose, forging a path both thought-provoking and unnerving, akin to Woolf’s stream-of-consciousness or Baldwin’s stark societal critique. This collection dares to peel back the layers of identity, offering insights as unsettling as they are beautiful.

In the early stages of A Book for Boys, Wilson sketches a raw, evolving exploration of masculinity, with the promise of substantial transformation as it matures. Though still in its infancy, this work signals a journey through the complexities of male identity, reflecting the same fearless self-examination found in Artifacts of Me. Readers should prepare for a project that, while incomplete, already echoes with the intensity of a writer unafraid to confront difficult truths.

Wilson’s site, kemarwilson.com, is not merely a repository of his writings but a canvas for his broader musings. The RAIL section offers snippets of his intellectual pursuits, while the /dev/null page serves as a digital void where ideas are cast away, reflecting his willingness to challenge both himself and his audience. His works, rich in reflection and unflinchingly honest, demand readers who are ready to face the uncomfortable and embrace the profound.

An update to 2024-08-15; I finally upgraded my OpenAI account and spent the afternoon refining a custom model, mGPT (me or my, not sure; an ambiguous m is good). I uploaded original org-mode files first, remaining unsatisfied until realizing that I neeed to convert them to markdown; this is what happens when you don’t read the manual. Anyway, mGPT is now deeply aware of all the content on this site. How deep?

First, the same prompt we used the other day.

Write a poem in the style of Kemar Wilson; make it fun and seductively salacious; pretend the reader is a woman and Kemar has summoned the Dead Poets Society in order to make her blush. You don’t have to be PG-13, you can dance with Rated R, as Kemar does.

Then, hocus pocus; first try, I get this.

I called on Byron, on Shelley, on Keats,
To stir this ink with heat, with beats,
To craft for you a verse that teases,
A rhyme that flows, a line that pleases.

Your lips, they curve like verses untamed,
Each word you whisper, a spell unclaimed.
I trace the letters on your skin,
Where do we start? Or where do we begin?

The night is young, the moon’s our muse,
Let’s lose ourselves, we’ve nothing to lose.
Your laughter rings, a siren’s call,
Pulling me closer, pulling me through it all.

Shall we speak of thoughts unspoken?
Or let our silence be the token?
Of all that we know, of all that we dare,
As I unravel your secrets, layer by layer.

Your mind, my love, is a library of sin,
Where every book begs me to begin,
To read your thoughts, to feel your fire,
To quench this thirst, this deep desire.

But let’s not rush, let’s savor this dance,
Your eyes, they hold me in a trance.
With every kiss, a story unfolds,
Of passions whispered, of hearts unrolled.

So come, my muse, let’s write this night,
In verses wild, in pleasures bright.
For in your blush, I find my flame,
And in your arms, I’ll stake my claim.

I didn’t change a thing, and while the cadence is off in some places… it’s abundantly clear; this model knows my writing much better than the last one.

With great power comes great responsibility. So, what do I do with mGPT? Right now, not sure; I should probably read the manual, but I’m also thrilled to be participating in a tradition of programmatic poetry that goes back to 1959. For the curious, see this article about J. M. Coetzee, generating poems back in ’63; where you find poetic nerds, you will find machines writing poetry.

I’d love to do more work that combines man and machine, but the model is already so sophisticated; poetry is enviably trivial. A better avenue might be a fantasy story, using the structural techniques of the brave and beautiful J. K. Rowling; bonus points for choose your own adventure.

Along the Way, the last line of #33 says, “Die without perishing and your life will endure.” A wonderful start to a poem, perhaps, but the following thought was, “How many deaths have I endured already?” Surely, at least a couple… dare I say, at least a few.

One of the more interesting things I’ve done lately is use a large language model to ask questions about my writing (this site). The model in question is tuned towards astrology and the conversation (a few weeks old, now) towards my birth chart. This morning, I thought, “What if I used this hocus pocus to read my own writing? What if I then cross-referenced it with the chart?”

The information is a bit repetitive at times, but I can’t remember when I last received such flattery from a human.

Is it right?
Is it wrong?
You decide.

From this point, I (aka, the query) will be quoted, while the model gets the whitespace.

XX: I love you.
XY: Be honest.
XX: I love what you do for me.
XY: Be honest.
XX: You are an excellent workhorse.
    Thank you for sacrificing your life energy,
    and thank you for grounding my chaos.
XY: Thank you. You’re welcome.

I’m always amused and fascinated when I encounter what I call, “Nature’s Trade”.

Nature’s Trade

When Nature says, “I can give you great hips and an amazing backside, but, I’ll only have enough left over to give you As. Conversely, I can give you Ds, but the rest of you will be shaped like a refridgerator.”

Most women don’t have to make this trade, and it doesn’t really matter for anything since men buy what they can afford and women accept the highest bidder. That said, as a lecherous man caught eyeing up his teachers in elementary school, I love both sides of Nature’s Trade; even if I would pick the pear-shape over the P-shape, every time.

P.S. #NormalizeCorsets.

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While reading about payment processors and their fees, the discussion turned to why payment processors do what they do, which ultimately comes down to the credit card companies. In the EU, there are multiple countries with their own credit systems and regulations that keep interchange rates low, but in North America, we’re left to the wolves (sames goes for food and healthcare, by the way, and telecom, and… 🤔).

This makes me wonder, what does the world (at least, my country) look like without Visa, MasterCard and American Express? These companies have been around long enough that a supervised large language model could probably make one. I’m not saying it would be easy, I’m saying that it would be possible, and if it’s not possible today, I’m certain it’ll be possible “tomorrow”.

Surely, it is also possible to have a credit system that throws usury (interest) away. This lofty pipe dream also includes the idealized version of a nationally focused, socially cohesive and lubricating government (homogeneity isn’t required, eternal vigilance is). Yes, I know what I just did; if you don’t, then don’t worry; they won’t be coming for you. As long as I stay out of law and politics, and don’t acquire too much influence, I don’t expect them to come for me, either. 🤷

Anyway, in my opinion, there are two grossly grave mistakes (among many) that humanity has made; usury is one, the immortality of the corporation is the other. Now, if governments don’t do what corporations like, corporations can sue. If banks don’t do what corporations like (such as shunning upstart competitors), then entities like MasterCard can threaten to stop doing business with them. So, not only is the corporation more powerful than the individual, the corporation is also more powerful than all the individuals put together (government) and the systems they create (saving/lending).

My higher self is laughing, right now; on a long enough timeline, human stupidity is absolutely hilarious.

It’s that same timeline that sucks the wind out of the sails of this pipe dream, but damn, humans could be so great, if they weren’t so incredibly retarded.

Retard \Re*tard"\

1. To keep delaying; to continue to hinder; to prevent from progress; to render more slow in progress; to impede; to hinder; as, to retard the march of an army; to retard the motion of a ship; – opposed to {accelerate}. [1913 Webster]

What I also find funny is that, somehow, credit card companies are prudish. I don’t mean risk averse, that’s their job; I mean that, if not for credit card companies, human vice would run even more rampantly than it does today. If I’m being fair, then this is where I must show some gratitude. To expound upon the ramifications of sexual liberation, for example… well, let’s just say that I have other things to do today. We can sum up those ramifications with this pithy statement floating around online in recent times, “Men did greater things when it was much harder to see boobs.” As much as I love boobs, I also find it hard to disagree.

In the end, I suspect that the aforementioned idealized government would also make boobs harder to see. Men would have less boob-variety, but on the whole, I expect that more men would have access to a pair of boobs via favorable conditions to create and maintain families; this is why patriarchies work and matriarchies get conquered, by the way. I’d like to hope that the majority of men would be too busy killing it at work and too busy enjoying the fruits of their labours at home to care much about another man’s wife… human nature, aside. Let’s temper this ideal with reality; lots of people cheated on their spouses during the height of the nuclear family; the milkman had a great job; a secretary could easily elevate her status (bent) over lunch. 🤣

It would be tough for me, because while I’ve sampled enough of the buffet to tell my younger self that less is more, I’m also fairly certain that my younger self wouldn’t believe me. [He would, until the first one leaves to explore more for herself, then he would never believe you again.]

But hey, we’re pipe dreaming, right?

That was nice.

When we chose to come here, we thought we were getting a Massively Multiplayer Online Roleplaying Game. Instead, we have a Single Player RPG in which one might be lucky to encounter other player characters from time to time.

Many player characters eventually realize how it is possible (and easy) to control non-player characters. These players then set about enriching themselves at the expense of the NPCs.

We don’t know how many player characters are actually in this game, but our heuristic looks something like this; 1% uses 4% to stop 5% from awakening the remaining 90%.

As for the game, the graphics are incredible but the gameplay sucks; haptic feedback needs to be nerfed, and sensory systems need to be buffed. This game was way better in beta, at least there were giants back then. We hear that back in alpha, we used to live for hundreds of years; imagine? With today’s gameplay, that’s a curse; we’d end up joining the 1% or 4%… could we forgive ourself after?

This year has been interesting in that many of the 90% are being confronted with what will either open their eyes or keep them closed forever. Much like Cypher in The Matrix, I expect that the majority will prefer to keep their eyes closed; survival of the fittest, fitting in, ensures that they will. The plans of the 1% have been stymied and the 4% are freaking out – kind of funny, when looking past their atrocities. That said, we feel that the horizon (at least, the horizon of the North America we occupy) is darker than ever.

As we’ve said many times since 2020, we are witnessing the throwes of an empire’s death, because the average age of an empire is 250 years and America’s time is up.

Its demise will inevitably require a conflict that both involves and changes the world.
– A Book for Boys, Kemar Wilson

Regardless, we are happy to report that our personal horizons are bright; sunny, only a few clouds, low chance of rain, and high visibility, even if it isn’t as far as we’d like (we still know that it stretches to infinity).

I would rather deal with the torment of my own sexual energy than to deal with the torment of filling the bottomless pit that a woman calls her happiness. This is unfortunate; Past Me would be disappointed, but I’m glad Past Me had a good time.

I think, and Esther Vilar corroborates, that any man with a silver tongue must ultimately realize that his talent is wasted every time he uses it. Sure, she can say “that sounds very nice”, “that’s very sweet of you” and so on, but a smart man should notice that even the simplest compliment from another woman washes all of his nuance away. Women are only ever competing with other women according to standards set by women; men are wallpaper, or, yet another piece on the board of their game.

Another thought arrives, whose source I cannot remember, which states that sweet words are the currency of poor men. A man of means doesn’t need a silver tongue; power is far more seductive.

Most people bring the best of themselves to work
and then bring the leftovers back home.
— Jean Voronkova

She would rather watch him die on his horse than to see him fall off.
He would rather watch her fall off her horse than to see her die.

Fuck these phrases;

• Let that sink in.
• Read it again.
• Say their name.

Yet another tragedy of the commons.

War is when the government tells you who your enemy is.
Revolution is when you figure it out for yourself.
– Napoleon Bonaparte

This thought has been with me for a while and will probably find its way into A Book for Boys. The next chapter/essay/part, as alluded to at the end of what’s currently written, is quite the undertaking. However, in describing, as best I can, the Blood of Life, an observation has surfaced.

There’s a recurring theme in the early stories of humanity. The lede will not be buried, let’s take the example of Prometheus. For presenting us with fire, we’re told, he was chained to a rock to have his entrails plucked out every day, forever. As far as I can tell, whatever thing created humanity effectively hates that which it created.

Consider, without fire, were humans supposed to freeze to death every year? In lieu of snow, we were supposed to succumb to hypothermia every time it rained? How does that make any sense if we are, in any way, loved by that which created us? Shouldn’t we have been created with, or taught shortly thereafter, the means to warm and shelter ourselves from the elements? But no, we’re told that we weren’t supposed to have such knowledge. Instead, we were supposed to live naked and ignorant, presumably forever.

Even if they were created in the height of summer, how is there no mention of Adam and Eve catching a cold?

It’s not just Prometheus who was punished for teaching things to humans. Remember, the Tree of Knowledge was forbidden; for the crime of learning, humans were punished. But, God loves you. 🤔

I think the Sumerian telling is closer to the truth. Humans were created to be slaves (you can hear this in, “What would we do without our jobs?”). The second in command (Enki) went against their superior (Enlil) and not only taught humans how to do things (including warfare, which we’d use against each other; funny), but also saved humans when it was ordered for us to be wiped out. Enki would also be pursecuted by Enlil for their actions of helping and saving humanity.

Brother killing brother; Set and Osiris, Cain and Abel; did we get that from Enlil and Enki? That may be a stretch, but I don’t think it’s a stretch too far.

I think it would be funny if the being that told Noah to build an ark was actually Satan in disguise; it would also make more sense with regards to the second in command looking out for humanity while the progenitor of humanity would see us feeble or extinct. That said, Satan didn’t care for humans either and refused to kneel before Adam (in retrospect, rightfully so), but it could also be argued that saving humanity as a means of going against God is right up Satan’s alley.

It’s hard to think about all this without ending up ouroboros, which also touches on the difficulty in writing the Blood of Life. In the end, the driving thought remains; I don’t think our creator loved us at all.

To make more money is to be more loved.

• Notice, there is no ’you’ in that sentence.
  • Love is reserved for cash in hand or cash in plan; ’you’ are proxy.
  • ’You’ could be anybody, the details don’t matter.
  • ’You’ don’t have to be nice, that’s just a bonus.
  • Rent; don’t buy.

1999 was the best year; change my mind.

There is nothing that exists today that we couldn’t have also done in 1999. I can think of some technological advancements since then, but I would argue our history contiains the material to reach the same outcomes before or by 1999. There are at least a few reasons – money, chief among them, industry power a hair behind – why we couldn’t have faster and better, sooner. A string of, “If x hadn’t y, we would have z.” hardly weighs much on its own, but when applied in volume? How about, applied in volume, going back two millenia. It likely becomes nonsensical at that point; incomprehensible to the “it is what it is” type of person.

We can go in the opposite direction. It’s been 24 years since 1999; how’s that going? Note today’s date. After taking some cream off the top of the financial sector, disclose the loss of $2.3T and then demolish three buildings with two planes. If they can accept this, they’ll accept anything (proven since at least 1963). If we stay within my lifetime, then it’s easy to identify when things started getting worse; after 1999.

Today, we’re entering autumn. They have already started up the Covid machine, reminding people to get more boosters because, of course, there’s a new variant and they should be afraid. People are still collapsing due to sudden cardiac arrest; all types of people, even teenagers. Cancers are demonstrably on the rise in people under 50; worldwide. As a matter of fact, the person most likely to catch this thing is the person most “protected” against it. The average person still refuses to speak the evil; still.

It’s as if a mass death lottery is now taking place.
Each day of health is a gift, moreso than ever before.

In 1999, I knew far less; namely about people, our history and myself. It’s debatable if the things learned since have made me better, per se. Today’s hustle and self-help cultures have made common this idea of, “a better version of yourself”, “the best version of yourself”, etc. I still have no idea what better even means in that context. By the most objective of measures (entropy), Future Me is worse. That’s an easy one. Of course, they mean subjectively better; well shit, now it can mean any fucking thing.

Is Future Me who makes five figures per month somehow better than Present Me typing morning musings over coffee? Better off, I’ll give him that, but better? Doubt it. I expect he’ll still be using writing as a method of structuring his thoughts and I expect that he’ll continue to do this in the morning, with coffee. Is the money going to give him any special power that I, right now, do not currently have? Power over others, I’ll give him that, but does it confer any increase to my innate power of today? I don’t think it will – ask Jim Carrey or Keanu Reeves; they’ll tell you, it won’t. So, how else? Future Me will be in better shape, but that doesn’t excuse entropy; moot. What else? What does better even mean?

Well, we started this writing by saying that 1999 was better than every year since. We then proceeded to, objectively, substantiate our claim. In such context, the definition of better is quite clear. Otherwise, I can objectively state that what I want is better off and can reluctantly accept that it requires power over others.

“Do your best, everyday.” – where does that fit in with better or best version? Does that not imply, that on the day you are doing your best, you are, literally, at your best? If that day is today, are you, whilst doing your best, not the best verson of yourself, today? Is that somehow worse than what you have to offer tomorrow? If so, then why not do for tomorrow, today? If the doing of tomorrow builds upon the doing of today (progress! better!), I would ask, does either doing benefit from less than the verson of yourself that’s doing its best?

For fuck’s sake.

Just take me back to 1999; the games were amazing and the girls were certainly much better; I saw my friends all the time (I hadn’t moved away yet); I would still fight sometimes, I was only beginning to learn how to make peace with perpetual latent anger. I wrote stories in various places that would eventually disappear (for the best, they were terrible) and I wouldn’t start writing poems until about two years later. As much as I’ve come to love poetry, Past Me and Present Me still agree; 1999 was the best year.

P.S. In 1999 I entered grade ten. In retrospect, while high school had many good times, it was still inferior to elementary and middle school; the entire structure of high school is trash – something for another day.

• TIL: Each cell in the body contains about 2 meters of DNA.
  1. FYI: There are about 200 different types of cells.

  2. FYI: An adult human has at least 30 trillion cells.

     a. excluding microbiota (gut bacteria) which adds another 10-100 trillion.

  3. ∴ mRNA reprograms at least 60,000,000,000,000 (60 trillion) metres of DNA.

     a. or, at least 60,000,000,000 (60 billion) kilometers.

  4. When will the silent majority finally be angry?

How to Save a Country

1. Eliminate all forms of usury (aka, interest).
   • The state bank does not borrow money from anyone.
   • No loan is allowed to accrue interest, anywhere; make it illegal.
2. Enrich life.
   • Enrich the lives of families, communities and neighborhoods.
   • Enrich the lives of children, women and men.

Really, that’s all it takes. Incentives and ingenuity take care of all the rest. It’s funny that this has a name and its name is demonized worldwide – now that, is a masterful stroke.

Consider the work of Stanley Milgram; then, consider the Asch conformity experiments; finally, consider this recent headline in the Globe and Mail by Wency Leung, More People Than Expected are Dying in Canada in 2023 for Reasons That are Not Yet Clear. The article is behind a paywall, its contents don’t matter (hint: it lies).

A few things.

• Sudden deaths, sudden Stage III and Stage IV cancers, weakened immune systems… people are going to continue writing about these things as if they’re a mystery (as if everyone forgot 2019, a mere 4 years ago, when none of this was happening; two plus two is now five).
• Regardless of what they think or feel about it, at least 1/3rd will go along to get along (cf. Asch).
• Regardless of how bad it gets, at least 65% will walk right off the cliff that their government leads them to (cf. Milgram).
• Any trustworthy doctor has been fired or suspended by now and no amount of vindication by data released after the fact seems to have any effect on the 1/3rd or 65%.
• Sartre was right; Hell is other people.

Between, “It is what it is.” and “Nothing is what it seems.”, I think only one of them can be true. The former is vexing, perhaps because it makes no sense when held up against the latter. That said, people often prefer the former while regularly entertaining both; seems weird, to me. I’m reminded of Satisficers vs Maximizers and it feels like this question lives in the same geographic area.

Despite subjectivity – argh! Subjectivity be damned! – is one more objectively true than the other? “I mean what I say and I have said it; the end.”, seems to lend credit to taking things at face value, meanwhile the totality of human experience should wipe that credit away. A subjective human experience that cannot help but notice repeated, widespread, objective, lies. How can face value hold any value? It can, as a proxy for the convenience of not thinking too much; seems weird, to me.

Unmentioned in yesterday’s ramble into the void was the role of media. North America (and thus, most of the world) hasn’t had legitimate media since well before 1963. The machinations that captured those hearts and minds started in the 19th century, taking advantage of the Industrial Revolution to refortify their intergenerational web of control. Without digressing on the past, present media in most countries have adopted, wholesale, the tenets of the International Uniparty.

Where I will digress, is advertising. I’ve recently had thoughts repeating in my mind along the lines of, “If it requires advertising, it’s probably terrible. When was the last time you saw an ad for potatoes or baking soda? How about Rolls Royce? Conversely, as you’re forced to watch advertising in order to consume digital media, you notice that everything advertised to you is absolute garbage. What does this mean for my companies? Hmm…”

Anyway, there are videos circulating on the Internet that combine and overlay multiple news corporations broadcasting the exact same message, verbatim, about threats to their democracy and other nonsense. Perhaps the same fear mentioned yesterday is what actually writes these messages, since the people that purport to tell us the news hardly have a say in what they say.

In my search for objective Truth in this subjective reality, I’ve learned that the truth is simply whatever is repeated the most. The Truth doesn’t care about the truth, as it endures forever, but the truth easily obscures the Truth, such that the truth starts with a T for most people.

So, when the media constantly repeats COVID, Climate, Transgenderism and whatever else, it sticks to people with a T. It almost seems to become its own intangible, but sentient (as a parasite of the mind), entity. The amount of LGBT among Generation X is less than that of Generation Y which is less than that of Generation Z. On a chart, it would suggest that the entire population will be LGBT in a handful of generations, which makes absolutely no sense when compared to the thousands of years of written history that humans have access to.

There’s a term for this in the Overton window; social contagion. I don’t think enough credence is given to its power (what’s the opposite of social contatgion? tradition? 🤔); most people still haven’t learned the term, but if they’re observant, they’ve certainly seen it and know its definition. There were no rainbows in 1999. It wasn’t offensive the wave the flag of your country in 1999. School may have felt like prison in 1999, but it’s an all inclusive resort compared to the indoctrination camps of today.

Once more, the Truth does not care about the truth, but the truth easily obscures the Truth. The parasite moves, through repetition, from one mind to the other, taking the weakest ones first (and the weakest of families, since schools have waged a war upon parents – ask the First Nations about that, we should learn from their experience).

There’s still hope for Generation A and the nascent Generation B; they can at least look back at this madness in their teenage and adult years. For those teenagers and adults caught up in it today, however, I worry about what happens as they learn that their T’s are, in fact, lowercase.

As Morpheus said; the older they are, the harder it is.

Governments and corporations don’t seem to fear any fallout from their actions, no matter how bad things get for them. COVID, Climate, Transgenderism… none of these things are “real” things.

I don’t say not real as if to suggest non-existence. When I was young, Fauci was still running his scam (see AIDS), scientists were still claiming that humans (and the CO2 that feeds all plantlife) are the enemy – environmental doom has been around the corner for almost 100 years – and people still entertained cross-dressing or fornicating with the same sex.

What’s changed, however, is that governments and corporations have made these things a part of their public policy. Before, despite the separation of church and state, the western god was everywhere. Now, it seems like corporate suicide to say that you believe in anything (unless your goods are kosher) or to not be vociferous enough in your signals of the new, modern virtues.

The majority of people did not ask for this.

Governments and corporations do not care.

Who do they fear more than the people they are ostensibly elected to serve and incorporated to provide for? Even after losing more than thirty billion dollars, a company will not change its policy. Even after committing treason in public, a government will not change its policy.

They clearly fear someone (or something) much more than they fear my vote or my wallet.

From what I hear, these people have been promised a seat at the new table, post-reset. It’s funny to me that they all expect to make it through to the other side without being cannibalized along the way (cf. LGB vs T).

In other news, while they can manipulate data and certificates, they still cannot hide the number of insurance claims and deaths. Despite taking (what feels like) forever, the people are finally waking up to what has been done to them, what little they can do about it and how badly humanity has been losing the war for its liberty (which humans have been fighting for since creation).

The Truth(tm) is a funny thing.

One thing to notice about it is that no one is put to death for not believing it.

The sky is green.
1 + 1 = 11.

Where are the stones?
Where is the sword?

Both may come for me, for other reasons, but not for what I’ve just written about the sky or eleven.

On the other hand, when you’re being shoehorned into someone else’s truth – whatever that may be – then your life is under threat. Ask Socrates, Jesus, Galileo and JFK; ask the Mafia, the Federal Reserve, the United Nations and the Corprate Equality Index.

For some reason, The Truth(tm) seems to start somewhere around 2500 years ago; 3000, if one is generous. Modern conceit says that everything before then is just… ????? Modern rationalism puts everything that came before Greece in the “mythology” box and then goes off to kiss a ring in Israel or Italy.

Surely, I’m crazy.

The Modern Commercial

• Must feature an interracial couple; preferably homosexual or lesbian.
• Must feature a woman providing the solution.
• Men must be uncertain; women must be certain.
  • Like sitcoms, men must also be stupid; women must be smart.
  • If a man provides the solution, it must be to another man looking stupid next to his smart woman; not to a woman alone, because that’s offensive in its suggestion that she couldn’t figure it out on her own and needed a man to explain it to her.
• Pander to civilization-destroying ideology while selling useless products.
  • Add a rainbow… unless the logo is used in the Middle East.

This won’t be the last time or the only place that I write about this idea; Morpheus was right. The vast majority of people are not ready to accept that everything they believe is a lie. The older a person gets, the harder it becomes to pull them out of the Matrix that they know and love. In many (most?) cases, an individual’s Matrix is barely more than a jar containing their hyperindividiualized life. The jar is likely opaque, so that they don’t have to see anything that they do not want to; in this way, the steak remains ’real enough’, even if a little voice in the back of their head will not stop whispering the truth. After enough time, that voice is easy to ignore, which is, again, why adults are harder to free.

It sucks.

Today I read an exchange between two people where a $10,000 bet was made. I have no reason to believe that either party is incapable of funding the bet (MANGA [aka. FAANG] employees with very generous compensation packages), but the thought of just throwing $10,000 into thin air on a “maybe”… it’s a good gig if you can get it, I guess. That’s wild to me, because I can/have/am living on less than 3x that amount per year. Which brings me to, what’s all this money for? Not just the $20,000 between them, but money; all of it.

[Backstory] One of the things I regularly think about is written in a poem from seven (wow, seven?) years ago;

All the things I do
are for pennies in retrospect.
100 years ago my labour
would see the same sweat
soaking my brow,
but it’s worth much less now.

[Aside] Did you know that approximately 50% of Canada’s present money supply was printed after 2020? That means, in the span of three years, the already abyssmal purchasing power of $1 (reduced by over 95% since 1913) was further reduced by half just four years after the preceeding lament; we laugh so that we do not weep.

For all the good that has come out of Silicon Valley, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that Silicon Valley has caused more harm than good. The detrimental effects aren’t easy to spot behind the veneer of YouTube, Instagram, WhatsApp, Netflix and mobile devices (even though each of them have their own detrimental effects); one must use their peripheral vision, so to speak. For example; your government body, its eyes and ears (intelligence community), it’s nose and mouth (law enforcement/adminstration), and its hands (military), absolutely love these companies and any ex-employees that they can poach to prop up and propel their power structure (Operation Paperclip now seems like a blueprint or guidebook).

I’ve been a citizen of the Internet since 1997 and I would say that it felt different (became mainstream; people using their real names [seriously, wtf?] in order to try and make a name; advertising; microtransactions in games [2009]; like, follow, subscribe, patron and watch more fucking ads) by about 2008. Collateral Murder (an infamous Iraq war video) was released on April 5th, 2010. Edward Snowden revealed himself to the world on June 9th, 2013. Progress, where art thou?

To be fair to Silicon Valley, the principalities and powers had already existed long before Silicon Valley was a thing; the common man was already shackled long before Silicon Valley was a thing. Stanford University, pivotal to where technology is today and the generation block of Silicon Valley itself, was founded in 1891; the principalities and powers predate them, too.

[A Note on Progress]: … why is it assumed that everything will always plot up and to the right, forever and always? Passing through time? Must be progress. GDP? Must always progress. Company revenue? Must always progress. Everything, always, up and to the right. This is silly, to me. This short brainfart on the matter seems more strawman than steel, but it’s not hard to see this common belief if you look, listen or ask.

[Progress, Aside]: Passing through time? Must be progress. I think this is the worst one, since it gives the modern human the conceit that they are an improvement over their ancestors (who are laughing in order to prevent weeping, by the way). On some level, I think this conceit makes it easier to sell them on the next new and shiny (because who wants something to last? No no, make it disposable and seasonal so that they come back for another purchase with their useless money).

After reading the story on today’s RAIL, I think of Nikola Tesla; I think of Rupert Sheldrake; I think of all of humanity’s lost potential. There are two grave errors that humans have made throughout time, usury and the immortality of the corporation; both are powerful enough to corrupt even the best of their short-lived enablers who they eventually consume whole. [Much like the bureaucracy that forms a shadow government in the face of term-limited figureheads (this is why both parties move in the same direction, like legs).]

Humans are the clearly lesser entity, which is why corporations perpetually sell them on a newer (and somehow improved) version of their same old selves.

The amount of information and technology that has been suppressed as a means of maintaining control and making some money… it’s intolerable.

Everything they tell you, it’s all a scam; the lie puts food on some asshole’s table and the lie is easier than standing against “we’ll have our way or we’ll destroy everything” (which they’re doing now, anyway).

• The Board of Directors at Project Veritas got together and removed its founder, James O’Keefe III. This is after he published a rather damning series of videos featuring a (now former) high ranking Pfizer employee.
• Fox News fired Tucker Carlson, host of the most watched show of the most elevated country in the world. Tucker was one of the few voices of sanity left to legacy media. The parent company of Fox effectively sued itself with another of its subsidiaries and this move was a part of that fallout.
  • There are many things that Tucker has said that could have got him into trouble and while the case was about elections in 2020, how much has Pfizer spent at Fox News (and every other establishment of legacy media) to control the narrative in their direction since then?
• The UK’s Conservative party expelled the only member of parliament that is questioning the narrative and asking for independent investigations into mRNA harms, the WHO pandemic treaty and WHO IHR amendments.
• mRNA entering the food supply has progressed much faster than this omnivore is willing to bear – they would just love if humans switched to an alternative diet (bugs!), but with a poisoned food supply, those who resist will have no choice (unless they know their butcher – and the Enemy has already been going after the farms).
  • Bill Gates still walks free, though he is banned from entering multiple countries.
• The average Westerner still has no idea how bad things are; still cannot see the fingers closing in on the palm that they inhabit as the totality of their life experience.
  • Everything they know is a lie and further, is in the process of being intentionally destroyed.
  • Morpheus was right, you cannot take (most?) people out of the Matrix after a certain age; I genuinely worry for my parents (as they no doubt worry about me).
  • As long as the next piece of enslavement comes with the chainlinks of convenience and safety, the majority will cheer as the trappings are wrapped around them (cf. all those people who think they “won” in 2020 and that the ends – destroying their voting system – justified the means).
    • Not the best example because, even now, the name of the former president is used to whip people into an irrational frenzy; this is much more than convenience and safety, however, you’ve no doubt heard these people cry danger and harm over every little thing in the past decade, so maybe a better example than I thought.
• In Canada, you are still denied life saving care if you do not submit to the mRNA agenda; this is alongside the fact that tne entire voluntary blood supply is tainted with mRNA.
  • Prime Traitor Trudeau’s new line is that he didn’t force anyone to take anything – which is precisely what they must say in the playbook of inducing fear, coercing compliance and reversing the role of victim/acting like they did nothing wrong (after all, they signed their powers into law, making it legal).
    • This playbook – more like spellbook, since words are the means of power – is one of very few valid spells that can be cast upon the people at this point in time (i.e. there aren’t many pieces for them to move; little space to maneuver).
      • The people will accept it… restaurants, concerts and aeroplanes.
        • With artificial intelligence doing it’s thing, it’s about time that humans challenge the idea that they need jobs to justify existing, as if that was ever the point or even a requirement of being here.
          • Nikola Tesla’s grave should be used as a source of energy with how rapidly his corpse must be spinning in there.
• Up is down and down is up; men are women and women are men; ugly is beauty; weakness is strength; division is unity; war is peace; slavery is freedom; and on, and on, and on.
• Civilization is burning but I’m not really in a dancing mood.
  • Where is the group of people that exist outside the Matrix while still possessing the heart to try and help those stuck within? Until I find those people (or they find me), I don’t expect to fit in anywhere.
    • I cannot think of a single person to which I can say any of the above and have it make any difference in their thoughts or actions; they would go back to work and continue voting for their own demise (this cannot be the price for eternal life – as if eternal life even cares about price; what is price to life beyond the means by which humans negotiate to destroy it? stupid. humans.).

People wanted their normal back so badly, that they’re willing to accept what has been done to them in order to pretend that they have it back; a statement to the soul as bitters to the tongue.

Instead of “intelligent adults”, we can be charitable (because we have no choice) and call them “foolish adults” instead. Most people are well aware that there are two different types of knowing things; it’s possible to be both “top X% in Y field” and fucking dumb (i.e. completely plugged into the Matrix; a Non-Player Character).

While I have to remain civil, I don’t have to remain patient; there’s too much evidence of fuckery for that. If they won’t drink from the fountain of truth (or lack the inclination to find it), that’s on them.

I still have no answer for, “We were just following orders.” – This probably has something to do with the population allowing itself to be gaslit over what has been done. If “the institutions they trust” can continue spinning the lies – no matter how brazen – they will accept them rather than confront the alternative (the government is an adversary, not a benefactor; corporations too; the latter owns the former and we are losing, terribly). Said institutions have already gone after their kids and protesters still remain the minority; that says enough about humans, really (as if we don’t have enough evidence there, as well).

• Today’s RAIL features an article titled How Can We Trust Institutions that Lied?, but for me, it isn’t about the institutions; it’s about the average person.

  I have to be civil and treat people like “intelligent adults”.

  How?
  Why?

  The majority of “intelligent adults” were openly (or secretly) hostile to those like me not even two years ago. Oh, but, “We were just following orders.” … 😅 … “We were afraid. They lied to us! It’s not our fault!!” Yes it is. When the shoe was on the other foot, most “intelligent adults” hoped those like me would die so that they could have their “normal” back (as if that was even any good); these same people wouldn’t have hesitated to say, “It’s your fault.”, but now that it’s their fault… 🤔

  • Don’t. Trust. Anyone. – In the past, I thought this was just hyperbole, but… look at how they use words to lie and mislead, en masse; look at how they give up agency of their thoughts; look at how easily they can be bought, bribed and plied; look at their willingness to be deceived; look at their heads in the sand; look at how selfish they are. You wanted to think better of them because it seems unhealthy to view humans so poorly, but if humans act so poorly then it must be healthy to see them accurately; don’t trust them.

    It’s time to build more walls;
    extra thick, like before.
    

• How did Canada go from being loved by everyone to being a warning about what their governments are willing to do to them? Thanks, Klaus.

• You will own nothing and be happy.

  In many ways, I think this is already a thing. My generation will probably not own their homes unless they are, at this very moment, well on their way to owning it already (bought roughly/over a decade ago). The chances of you repairing your car in your driveway are vanishingly slim; you will lease another one instead. You don’t own most of the things you buy; you’re simply licensed to use said thing for a period of time (increasingly, for about a month/until your next payment). Planned obsolescence will ensure that whatever you do actually own will not last long. The conditioning towards new and novelty ensures that you don’t mind.

  Other cultures have already started outsourcing their interpersonal relationships. Consider Japan, where a woman can go to a bar featuring men that are paid to shower her with conversational attention, so that she might feel desirable and actively engaged with people who want nothing more than to hear her talk about herself. Men have always paid for sex (one way or another), but it’s still unfashionable in Western society for women to pay for attention… the men haven’t been beaten down enough to make them prefer that option, yet.

  The holy grail, for those that prefer things this way, is the outsourcing of reproduction. Both the United States and New Zealand have proven, in this year alone, that children are owned by the state. The Western education system corroborates this reality as it seems that parents have no right to decide what is taught to their children. All that’s missing is mass compliance and habituation to these ideas.

  Most people own nothing. You might own some stuff, but remember that you are one out of eight billion and half of that number is still incapable of reading what is written here.

One of the hardest parts about casually investigating the corona-lie is the fact that those who took the needle aren’t really interested in what’s been growing inside them ever since.

How do you say to someone, “Hey, you took this thing and it’s killing you. Wanna see?”

It’s heartbreaking to watch people die suddenly while their loved ones fail to find 4 from 2 and 2.

• Not one, but two dead people were (s)elected; can’t make that up, can only look it up.
  • Most empires have had a lifespan of about 250 years; we are witnessing the throwes of a empire’s death.
• It’s amusing that Christmas season, for many people, begins on November 1st.
  • It’s even more amusing that these people often care little for Christ.
  • I’m curious about what compels these people. My only hypothesis is that it draws upon childhood sentiment from the past (aka, the warm fuzzies), and the seemingly good-spirits of everyone for those fleeting three weeks; the one before, the one during and the one after, where it’s all smiles, cheer and “Merry Christmas! Happy New Year!” Everyone seems to feel good to the point that reality itself takes on a different shine and, I think it’s this feeling of goodness that the Nov. 1st adherents are compelled to find when the rest of the year offers… nothing nearly as nice.
    • Two months later as the white glow of December becomes the pink hues of love and February, a not-insiginificant portion of people will be thrown into unhappiness effectively undoing their holiday cheer. For the rest, it depends on their phase of relationship and life; it’s mostly the honeymooners and the content (read, the new and the old) that see the good sentiment carry over during this time.
    • Spring doesn’t bear any gifts (except a tax form) beyond that which nature provides while Easter itself is a fairly solemn endeavor (it was murder, after all).
    • Summer is enough for those who dislike Winter.
    • Autumn is much like Spring with the exception of Thanksgiving; people who go hard on Christmas will also often go hard on Thanksgiving… perhaps for identical reasons.
    • And that’s the hypothesis behind Christmas season as the highlight of the year for many people, despite Christ effectively being ignored; for multiple reasons, it simply feels the best.
      • Does it have to be like this? Could the year or, more importantly, existing throughout the years, not provide more reasons to… feel “the best”? It seems a shame that humans were created to feel “the best” for what can only be logically extended to two months because it falls between Halloween and the New Year. That said, Summer is pretty good.

• “If I’m right, I win. If I’m wrong, I don’t lose.” – Modern Christianity effectively hinges upon this premise. There’s just something about it; it feels like, while not being exactly, a violation of cause and effect. For example, “If I’m wrong, I don’t lose.” – then, it’s accepted that the world is overrun by evil, and, this evil is given free reign to do as it pleases, to ruin lives and to enrich itself (odd that when you look for evil, specifically with regards to spiritual wickedness in high places, you tend to find “the chosen ones”).

  In exchange for the fleeting physical world, the promise of a world intangible and everlasting. Not a bad trade if you subscribe to an entirely different newsletter that says you are the chosen recipient of the physical world and everything on it is there to serve you. It could be argued that the Law of Conservation of Energy provides the same intangible and everlasting promise at zero cost; Socrates seemed to have an idea about this.

  There were numerous messiahs at the time of Christ; how spiritually deficient must we be to now have none? But wait! For the Return! We’ll probably have another cataclysm by then (lots of time for the chosen self-selected to enjoy), at which point it will not matter as the Earth will self-correct back to zero and Man will lose everything, like clockwork.

  “If I’m wrong, I don’t lose.” … I tend to disagree.

• Thank you, Dave Chappelle; you didn’t cave, instead you flew like a butterfly and stung like a bee.

What is one to make of Pennsylvania electing the decaying and the dead? The thought occurs that, like a cancer, it should be removed. However, excluding the city states, what use is a sovereign little patch of land? Most examples are still beholden to a larger sovereignty. I suppose we could ask North Korea but, in lieu of that, other questions arise.

• What does the patchwork of North America look like?
  • How do the currencies survive?
  • How do the militaries operate?

As the Quebecois considered in the ’90s, regarding economic trade and military presence, it’s… a difficult question. That said, society can only take so much ideological gaslighting and grift before an equal and opposite reaction takes place (cf. Germany, 1920s-1930s).

Kanye said that Voldemort controls finance.
Voldemort proved him wrong by canceling his bank accounts.
Kanye then said that Voldemort controls social media.
Voldemort then proved him wrong by canceling his social media accounts.
Kanye also said that Voldemort wields unfair influence in business and society.
Voldemort also proved him wrong by cancelling all of his business contracts and sullying his reputation publicly.

This is hilarious.

Most people think The Matrix was just a movie; time has proven that The Matrix is actually a documentary.

If Palestine can disappear within a lifetime, why can’t Ukraine?

The record of history includes two things;

1. You are alive today.
2. They have not won yet.

These two things are enough for hope.

Upon the demise of the United States (just wait), Canada should annex Alaska, enter trade and defense treaties with Russia and connect the two countries across the Bering Strait. If we’re lucky Alaska jumps off the sinking ship and joins Canada to save itself.

Money is the least interesting thing I have ever made.

There’s a feeling that I can’t shake when I attempt to perceive reality. I’ve since learned that I’m not alone in the feeling nor the turn of phrase to describe it. It feels like a controlled demolition of western society is underway; what we visualize as happening in a handful of seconds is instead happening over a handful of years, after laying charges for decades.

War, consistent since the late 80’s or so, while foreign in nature, feels domestic today.

• Physically via food and medicine.
  • In the last year, over 20 “random” fires have occurred at North American food processing facilities.
  • Humans everywhere are engaged as live tests of spike proteins, submission to authority and submission to peer pressure.
  • A reminder that Bayer now owns Monsanto and that Monsanto’s operations are still a thing.
  • A reminder that food grown in monoculture is generally not good; neither nature nor our own bodies do anything at all in monoculture.
  • The United States Food and Drug Administration; no further comment.
• Mentally via information and ideology.
  • Do you support the current thing?
    • Do you really, or is it for your career?
    • Do you really, or is it for your friends?
    • Do you really, or is it for your feeling of being a good person?
    • Do you really, or is it for your vacations?
  • Technology is inherently user-hostile.
    • Planned obsolescence is in everything and people have been conditioned to love buying new things.
      • Everything now has some chip and tries to phone home with as much data as the vendor can get away with.
      • Good luck repairing these electronics with a standard deluxe toolbox.
    • Digital advertising will continue to destroy the digital landscape and force its way into spaces and devices where it doesn’t belong.
    • Propaganda is indistinguisable from information; ask peer reviewed studies, regulatory bodies, non-government organizations, political action committees, think tanks, media corporations, marketing corporations, public relations firms, search engines, social media, Wikipedia…
  • Try saying, “White straight men are cool.” to the average person that has graduated from college or university since 2015; a Jamaican shouldn’t have to point this out.
• Spiritually via demoralization and skepticsm.
  • Generation Z is far too distracted to be angry.
  • Rationalism provides nothing, except maybe hubris.
    • Faith? In what? Science may be Religion 2.0 (the Science being 2.5, perhaps) but it still leaves its adherents with nothing to believe in; “From nothing at all and for absolutely no reason whatsoever, BIG BANG and now we have all this. Cool, eh?”
    • Hope? Why? Look around, has it improved? Some contrived study can say x is higher now, y is lower now and that’s improvement. The argument remains steadfast; Look around, has it improved?

• Financially, a small sample of canaries in the mine include John Fitzgerald Kennedy (nationalise currency), Salvador Guillermo Allende Gossens (nationalise industry), Saddam Hussein Abd al-Majid al-Tikriti (trade oil in something other than USD) and Muammar Muhammad Abu Minyar al-Gaddafi (unite Africa with a currency backed by all the gold naturally found there). There’s also the pertinent question of wtfhappenedin1971.com?

  On paper, this looks absurd:

  Let us issue your money for you.
  You can pay us by borrowing more.

  The natural response is:

  Who are you and why don’t I just issue my own money?

  Meanwhile, over one hundred and eighty countries have taken the deal. Further, no one is interested in printing their own money, lending it to themselves at 0% interest and taxing their populace to recoup a fixed principal.

  This is madness.

  Usury is inherently evil, yet it flows through the blood of nations like spike proteins. I imagine that every elected appointed leader is played a tape of Kennedy’s death, followed by, “Any questions? [silence] Good. You can start on Monday.”

  • The current western proxy war is now into triple digit days. The sanctions have strengthed the opposition, the opposition has strengthened its alliances and regardless of continent, the coalition suffers at its kitchen table. At least the price of Liquid Natural Gas is up; that’s the only thing the coalition has going for it.

    Reason left this party a long time ago, therefore, one can only assume that the current state of this proxy war and its rippling causal effects are acceptable or preferred. A food shortage that will affect millions in the Middle East and Africa? Acceptable or preferred.

  As noted at the beginning, I’m not alone. Here’s an exerpt from someone else;

  Let’s do the math:

  US total debt
  $90 trillion

  US unfunded liabilities
  $169 trillion

  Total
  $259 trillion

  Minus all US assets
  $193 trillion

  Balance
  – $66 trillion

  That’s $66 trillion of debt and liabilities after every asset in the US has been sold off.

  Do you understand?

Where does this all go? Well, they know that humans are generally dumb, so they have no problem with telling us once their plans are far enough along; a reset by 2030, they say. I think the only reason people like Klaus Schwab have stepped into the limelight is because the puppeteers realise that they don’t have much time before the system they created becomes entirely unusable by them.

For every Morpheus or Neo in this world, there is at least five Cyphers and ten Agent Smiths. It’s hard to see a version of all this where the tolerant majority of humans manages to overcome the intolerant minority that would rather subjugate or destroy the rest of us.

The fact that we have come this far is why I generally look at humans with contempt and find it hard to blame the puppeteers for doing the same.