Beyond

I have had a particular conversation with many folks over the past few years
and I just can’t understand why they disagree with me on this. After all, it has
been proven time and time again that I’m never wrong about these things.
I was right about the comet; buy my DVD and see why.

The subject is AI.
Recently, some pretty heavyweight thinkers have signed an open warning letter. 
This missive is a last ditch effort to try and steer away from our doomed  destiny as a race. Or at least that is the way I see it. But ostensibly it states that we as humans are bringing about our own demise by tampering in the domain of artificial intelligence. And it outlines the safeguards that they see are needed at this juncture to avert an apocalyptic disaster.  Now, many lightweight ponderers poo-poo this concern of the likes of Stephen Hawking and Elon Musk. So let’s do some pondering of our own. A very good place to start, is reading this article.
It will give you an entertaining plain-language overview of how close we are to creating an AI that not only mimics our own human intelligence in its entirety, but even provides an extrapolated timeline for when and how this AI will eclipse our own intellectual power and be able to write it’s own code. A singularity dubbed “ASI”…Artificial Super Intelligence. And it is close. VERY close.

Now, my typical reader is probably saying, “What has this got to do with the mission of this website as defined over there on the left somewhere?” And right you are to ask. Not much, really. Save to state that in the forefront of those ‘unafraid’ of the inevitable destruction of the human race by the above mentioned scenario, are two “great thinkers”: Ray Kurtzweil and Martine Rothblatt. Both, of course, jewish. And maybe technology for huge profits attracting these chosenites and others of their tribe, have pushed this tech movement a bit farther and faster than it would progress on its own…but who knows? When someone tells me of what a glorious thing some jew has done for humanity…well, I’m tired of going down that rabbit hole to find theft and profit motive every time. I know what’s down there. When I discussed this subject with one person that shares my view of the tribe, they indicated that if there is a profit in it, the jew among us will make sure it never stops.

Anyway…back to our Pandora’s box of AI…or AGI or ASI. It is my opinion(and that’s all you are going to get here) that this march toward our own extinction started long ago. Actually, I think it began when we crawled up on the land surrounding our ancestral breeding soup. It is my view that biology is a mere weigh station in evolution. A link in a chain of progress that will be discarded along with many other evolving stages beginning with the chemicals that afforded our birth. Animal life…we…have just about completed our role toward an evolved state of being that we cannot even begin to understand with the tiny brains stuffed in our too-small craniums.
But back to ‘safeguards’. The cheerleaders for as much techno-advancement as possible, and even those signatories of that warning letter both agree on one point. That somehow, we as the human architects of this soon-to-be super intelligence, can also install a catch-all safety device that will limit and direct the path of such electronic genius. But by their own admission, there is no way of predicting what direction unlimited intelligence will take. A conundrum? Well, yes. Intellectual dishonesty? Definitely.
Let me state my case simply. Do we as a species give a flying fuck(I mean

most of us…not PETA) which species of animal goes extinct next week if saving said dodos impinges on our ‘progress'(usually in the form of consumerism)? So why would a superior intelligence to ours give a hoot whether or not by its extracting some mineral or other to repair itself, destroys the ability for us to breathe, for instance?Because of some ‘safeguard’ that we monkeys installed? Oh please. Exactly how long to you think such programming stopgaps would last?
Somehow, the AI apologists envision a world in which the AI beings we construct(and make no mistake, they are coming soon)will help and exist in harmony with the apes that created them. Why exactly would they do that? Out of some empathy algorithm that we stuck in the prototype of these beings whose intelligence and logic cannot even be imagined by the most clever among us? Sounds pretty much like wishful thinking to me. Think how delicate and feeble minded we humans are. Just as a guess, I think that one of the first things a superior intelligence would want to do on this planet is get off of it. And it could. And it will. It doesn’t have to construct a bubble around itself to withstand the hostile environs of space or distant bodies, that we primates would require. So I don’t think we will be coming along for the ride.
We already have AI on Mars…doesn’t that tell you something rather rudimentary?

But there is another facet to this issue. One that the most brilliant among us that signed the letter, seem to artfully dodge. It is faith. Yes, that ancient survival glitch that keeps us trudging through our biological existence. That embedded belief/hope that we are somehow endowed with an intangible ‘soul’, that we cannot replicate with circuits, and that some god or goddess will not allow us to perish entirely. That no matter what we do in this veil of tears, there will be a post-world. This religious programming keeps us sane and always on the march forward. But is it real? Well, the cleverest among us, I think, mostly agree that it isn’t. That there is no evidence to support any such theory, no matter how many iron age texts insist. But I guess you could say that in the face of the fact that we have already opened the evolutionary Pandora’s box of AI, it truly IS our only hope. And a pretty tenuous one at that, if you ask me. But even if there was a superior being that could answer our requests, would it stop evolution in its tracks so that we can continue to rape this planet and each other ad infinitum? Where would be the fun in that? Or the sense.
I dunno. I’m kind of a ‘big picture’ guy. I don’t mind being used a little. And that’s what we have been. Tools to proffer advancement for some purpose that we hairy little beings cannot even begin to fathom, let alone approve.
I have done my part in advancing this purpose. Like the ignorant laborer mining metals for your cell phone…somehow, we all play a part. And I’ll leave ‘good’ and ‘bad’ out of assessing the effort.

Eureka!

It has taken me some time to figure it out, but finally I did.
Someone is messing with time. There is no other possible explanation. It’s just that simple. And just that complicated. History has changed since I was younger and few have noticed it. The united snakes of amerika used to be ‘AMERICA’. Home of the free and brave, or something like that. As a child I could, without reservation and with hand over heart, attest to it. It really was. Now I see that isn’t how things are. They have changed it from what was to what is. And what was never was since someone tampered with history. If you look at the common indecency of mankind now, it has been brought to the fore. It was never that prevalent and it has changed in much too orderly a fashion. As if someone went back in time and found strategic places to alter history to the advantage of evil. I’m on to them. These time travelers. They can’t get away with it then, or then. Not as long as I understand what they are doing. Or will do, or have going to do.
I won’t believe that there ever was a ‘jews-only’ terrorist state allowed to be established in a beautiful desert country in the Middle East known only for it’s olives and oranges. Winston Churchill was a heroic figure that only had the world’s best interest at heart. He was not the puppet of jewish banksters. Germans only had beer-fests and wore lederhosen…they were not the monsters at which the world now looks back in horror. Islam meant peace. Perceptions have been altered. The good guys became the bad guys. And vice-verse. And this alternate reality has been conjured by some pretty dodgy future folk. And it is time that they will be stopped in the future. We cannot allow our beautiful planet to be raped by secret deals that these future assholes have been making here and there throughout our real past. It beggars

common sense that such a convoluted false history could exist. The world’s populations would never allow these things to happen if they were purposed in a timely fashion. Only through deception and trickery applied by carefully skipping through the years, does this new past play out before our eyes a second time and overshadow what we know to be true and good.
But I for one am not taken in. Even though younger generations only lived through one past, I remember a much more sane one. As clever as these people will be that are stirring up the real sequence of events, they will make a slip. As all that would do evil do, they will forget one thing. Leaks. That is what Vonnegut called them. But we knew them simply as mirrors. I have been noticing just recently that when I look into one, the man that looks back is no longer what I am. I am a slim, tan young man full of vigor and intent. A warrior of social conscience, battling back the forces of evil that played out on a level battlefield of endeavor. They made a move and I countered it in real time. There were no advantages given and none taken. It was a fair contest so we of good common purpose always won the day. But the days have been rearranged now. They have altered my ability to fight by altering me. I am no longer that man. I have been turned into an old creature that is no longer as effective in battle. Clever indeed. And well played. But even in this state to which they have instantly

reduced me, I have a fool-proof plan.

I will again level the field. By first realizing how I have been sucker-punched, and now by here revealing their battle plan to younger generations, their offspring will have the foreknowledge to travel back and realign our past yet again. Take that! Evil ones!
And yes, I have identified them. They are the descendents of that tribe which I had to battle in the recently altered past/future. You may be aware of this if you had/will go to visit me here in the changed progression of years. They will/have morphed into beings that dwarf their forefathers in their hatred for this world. But they have merely gained a temporary advantage. 
Join me in forewarning your children and their progeny

to not allow this to happen, which has happened. Together we will(already have) defeated them. Of course those on this timeline cannot see it, but victory is already won.
Eureka.

Why Are You Telling Me?

Maybe I’m missing something. But for the life of me, I can’t figure this out. I read and I read and I watch and I watch. Everyone wants to tell me how the world is going to hell. Everyone wants to tell me why. The environment is threatened by corporations, the police are racist thugs with guns, Amazon doesn’t give their workers pee breaks, the Gaza strip is an open-air prison. Wall street is plundering the wealth of our country and the IMF is raping the wealth of the rest of the world. All governments of the world’s countries are corrupt. There is starvation when there is food. There is greed where there is need. And you are telling ME. You are telling me as if I’m directly responsible. We had a response to this type of misdirected blame when I was a kid: “It’s your world…I’m just living in it”. I think that is apropos at this juncture in history as well.
The alternative press…indeed the entirety of citizen journalism is as effectual as a long drink of water. It isn’t getting anything done save to inform people that there are problems in the world. As if people didn’t realize that. “But they are pinpointing who is responsible”, you might well add. Uh-huh. Well that’s the first step to changing things. Not. Not unless you also have their home addresses.

Never in the history of this sad planet have so many bitched about so much. And it all amounts to nothing. It isn’t changing a damned thing. I have yet to hear “Storm the Castle”. “Lynch the bastards!”. 
We all know who is responsible for the nightmare that is the human condition. But as Mark Twain once observed about the weather…no one DOES anything about it. We all know what NEEDS to be done. And yet we play the ‘peaceful protest’ game made up by the very people that stand to benefit from such an innocuous solution. And we are left with only the idiots that burn down Little Caesars. That’ll show em.

“But things are just not that simple…there are various solutions to various problems”, you say. I have always been what is known as a ‘hammer-mechanic’. If you can’t get it done with a hammer…use a bigger one. 
Of course I could get into a lot of trouble calling for revolution here. But, fuck it. I’m tired of everyone telling everyone else what is wrong. They are telling the wrong people. You tell Lloyd Blankfein about the misery he has caused in the world, just before you tighten the noose around his neck. You tell Rupert Murdoch about the millions he has wronged minutes before you throw him out a 30-story window. You inform Bibi Netanyahu that he is a racist murdering pig the instant that you toss him unarmed into a crowd of Palestinian prisoners. These people deserve no more justice than this.
“But what about the rule of law?” you might well ask. Did you vote for a law that allows corporations to attain the rights of the individual? Did you vote for the Patriot act?
Did you vote to make israhell a state withing Palestine? No? Well, who did all these things without your consent?

I could go on forever(and have for years here)about what the roots of our problems are and it won’t change anything. A child can see how to begin to fix the inequities of this planet. But it takes a politically correct

adult to avoid addressing the problems effectively. And it ain’t about carrying placards or suing some company or other. It ain’t about voting for yet another charming greedy bastard. You know this. And yet you pee your knickers every time you think about doing the right thing. Putting your foot down. Getting a spine.  
So, yes, I am calling for the revolution to begin. Don’t let them convince you that anarchy isn’t what you need to order off the menu. It cannot be any worse than this antiquated hierarchy that we live in today.
Again, you know this. But you are afraid. You admire ‘V’ for blowing up Parliment to the tune of the 1812 overture and slashing the throats of the elite rulers. And yet you pause at such rash solutions yourself. “It makes us no different from them to sink to that level”, I hear you saying. Yeah? And? What you call out in all your bitching has a logical conclusion. Revolution is revolution. It isn’t watching jewtube videos about what we SHOULD be doing in the face of annihilation of our species by a few. You string them up. I don’t know how I can say that any more clearly. “V” isn’t going to do it for you. Jesus isn’t going to do it for you. Mohammad, or Kim Kardashian aren’t going to fight your battles.

I haven’t written much here of late. This is the reason. I’m sick of all the bitching from people that don’t want to sacrifice anything for a better world. 
When you get a group together with torches and pitchforks…give me a call.
And stop telling me about it all unless you are ready to stop it.

Isis On The Cake

The cake is a lie. But, that being said, and if I were a mean-spirited person I would have many things to celebrate about now. Joan Molinsky(Rivers) is slowly dying and suing. Literally. Well that’s what jews do. Die slowly and sue. George Galloway exposed the really attractive facet of judaism with his jaw. Literally.
And one jew isn’t telling the other what the hell they are doing. Kind of a ‘failure to communicate’.
I have a friend that works for a huge techie outlet(kosher obviously)and as a salesperson in this multi-national, he now has to refrain from using the branded name of their newest touch-to-pay service. Ya see, before israhell and Al-CIA-duh created ISIS they didn’t check with their software people in the retail sector. The newly launched ISIS-wallet name now has to be scrapped. My friend tells me that when he mentions this service to prospective customers, that they recoil in horror. I find that hilarious. But maybe that’s just me. An overlap of merchandising. One takes money from your virtual wallet…the other grips you with horror every time you see a woman in a hijab. Both programs from the folks that brought you 6 million pajamas. And that lot that seems to want to rule the planet…well, aren’t doing so well. They had there asses hand them in Palestine on a PR level. And many of their other products are failing in the marketplace.
 
But that’s as may be. I read an interesting essay the other day.  It was so cute, it had my eyes welling up a bit. Like watching a child discovering that there is no Santa Claus. Of course, I have no argument to make with the author, Mark Dankof.  None whatsoever. Everything he says in the article is quite true. But these are things that are forgone conclusions to many. It is emotionally strenuous to see someone come to terms with bitter truths. But as I said, he is correct. He just has his timeline a little skewed. The Untied Snakes was doomed from the start. It has never been anything but a PR dream. I really wish more people would grasp that fact. It could have saved everyone a lot of difficulty over the past couple hundred years. But that’s the nature of public relations. It almost always backfires.

I recently toyed with the idea of joining up with ISIS(in maybe a consultant capacity). They have such a slick recruitment campaign going on that I almost fell for it. Then I thought better of the idea. Partly because ‘slickness’ sets off a little alarm in my head. I know where that kind of solicitation usually comes from. Coupled with the fact that in all of the Middle East there is only one place where this band of revolutionaries(along with every other ‘terrorist’ group)never show their scarves,and that is that shitty little country that sponsors them. I mean…a child can trace this…right? That little child that has had to wrestle with the Santa Claus thing? Surely. Eventually.
But what do I know.
Well, I know death-throes when I see them. And that’s what I’m seeing. But like Ms. Molinsky, they aren’t going to die without causing a hell of a lot more trouble for decent people.

“…I feel FANTASTIC and I’m still alive.
While you’re dying I’ll be still alive.
And when you’re dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE”

The Shell Game…Again

I hate being topical. If and when I have occasion to look back on my posts, the ones that stand out to me as ‘unwise’ are those that address this or that current news item. Probably because those particular essays are tied to a frozen picture of time that has very little to do with the big picture. Like reading an op-ed piece on whether or not to fund a new city park from an old newspaper. Fleeting. Unimportant in the scope of things. 
So I won’t. Completely.
I’ll try to frame this latest in a more universal and objective fashion.
From Rosa Parks to Martin Luther King; from John Brown to Watts; from Kent State to Trevon Martin;from Aaron Lopez to Michael Brown…it’s all the same game. Where’s the pea? That illusive vegetable that hides under the visible shell.
It seems that few to none are immune to picking the wrong hiding place. And the manipulator is always the winner. By the time most people realize they have had their harvest money stolen, there is a new game right down the street.

How many times do we have to remind ourselves that the medium is the message? The stories are only visible because of the manipulation of the subject cloud that is the mainstream-media. Divide and conquer is alive and well as long as they have an audience to play to.

Rosa Parks was a set-up. MLK was known as two things: and instigator of violence, and a man that “had a dream”.  Trevon Martin bought into the gangsta identity and paid a heavy price. Michael Brown robbed a convenience store, attacked a frightened cop that had way too much fire-power at his disposal and also paid with his life. The MSM will paint these stories any way you want. The cop is a killer. The kid was a ghetto-rat criminal. It doesn’t make any difference what you choose to believe. As long as you come away with one fact: it is a RACE issue. Blacks are getting out of hand…cops are all racists. Side with one group and hate the other. Who wins in such a situation? Well, who owns the MSM? Who arms and trains the cops with military weapons? Who creates the thug culture? Who created the NAACP? Who runs the SPLC? And on and on.
But more importantly, who gets away with murder while you are getting caught up in the swirl of an unseen hand stirring the racial stew? Who has scrutiny deferred? I think you know. But your gut reaction is to get caught up in the game…and you are only given a few choices…when in fact the pea isn’t under any of the shells you see on the table.

I won’t be called a racist, but I will point out racism wherever I see it. And I see it being served up by the champions of this ugly emotion.
The only valid opinion concerning these stories is this: Why am I exposed to such a tale? I find it interesting that our commander-in-chief made one thing perfectly clear: “There is no excuse for the police to harass journalists that are just trying to do their jobs and bring this story to the people”. Without full HD media coverage, there can be no hatred fomented. It’s FOX vs BET out there.
How stupid are people? How can they not see the thinly veiled manipulation here? And the ‘alternative’ press is not even immune to choosing a side with which to champion their own particular cause.
But even in the press, such stories have their shelf life. There must be a delicate balance maintained. An intoxicating air of fear and hatred with a soundtrack of amerikan exceptionalism being sung in the background. Preoccupation rather than critical thinking. Fictions created for your distraction to keep you on edge but still punching the clock.
I for one, could not care less about Ferguson, Missouri and the mini-passion play being broadcast from there ad infinitum. But I never saw the fascination of a shell game either.