The “Infinite growth paradigm” is an economic postulate formulated by anarchistic capitalists; and: bozo bezos is its biggest cheerleader - BTW, you all are his bitches · (my apology to bitches everywhere.) This narrow approach to the complex issue of human contentment is at the core of whether we survive as a species or launch some goofy googol satellite containing the silicon equivalent of human existence hoping to intersect “singularity” - a corporate conceit describing the hubris of an inanimate algorithm, “self-awareness” with what you already enjoy if you have ducks, children and streams in your immediate proximity. I am afraid, but i refuse to live in the fear these capitalist mooks need to enforce their ignorant concept of human happiness. I don’t know what the answer is for you to be happy, but am willing to bet the farm that it is not based on how many plastic gadgets you can accumulate, or the number of “friends” you can claim on a social platform built on its ability to force your fingers to do things - a social platform owning 1/4 of all the known wealth in our world.
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“The Butterfly Effect”
by srw poetry
You need to stay. And you need to stay loudly. You’re afraid of making bad choices but the truth is this: the tiniest actions will influence the course of the rest of your life and you cannot control it. So many factors play a part in you being here today: a delayed train, an extra cup of tea, the number of seconds your parents took to cross the street. This is chaos theory. Sensitivity. Mathematics. You are here. And every choice you have ever made has led you to right now, reading this. While you exist every movement and moment matters; those bad choices led you to the best days of your life, if you were to play it all in rewind. Change will come, even if you are standing still. Butterflies will keep flapping their wings and causing hurricanes. So, make your choices and make them loud. Trust your gut. Trust energy. And if you ceased to exist? Oh, the universe would notice. The mess that would make. The hearts that would break. So just stay. Stay for bad choices. Stay for great ones. Stay. Cause a few hurricanes.
271120 - Extinction Chronicles ·
The neighbor’s baby is squalling; i watched a deposed snake oil salesman sell more snake oil on a googol channel publishing fox news and rode my bicycle to a turkey sandwich topped off by a Randolph Scott cowboy western, never quite able to unring the image of him and Cary Grant grappling with each other in their Malibu hideaway - a little like picturing Hillary pegging Bill in the oval office · but what are ya’ gonna do¿ “The Ruling Class” with Peter O’Toole is not taught as a cautionary tale, while Orwell’s “1984” is being used as an instruction manual for the trust-fund babies about to inherit the world’s wealth. Yes, as a matter of fact i do feel a tad “snarky,” not a proud feeling. I do not like being played - an echo from exclamations from my family when i would awkwardly “mirror” the manipulative mannerisms , i witnessed all around me; mixed in with genuine progressive tropes about: authenticity, owning one’s emotions, transparency, etc., etc., etc. .. ···
I often think we as species gained “self awareness too soon” and would have fared better with a resonating frequency closer to basalt @ 1,012 Hz than our spongy human 5-10 Hz. This may be why googol’s Dr Kurzwell Frankenstein and his sidekick Jaron Feldman have such high hopes for making mankind’s appointment with its karmic appointment, “singularity” using the interval of silicon’s resonating frequency of 350 Hz - just a guess · a sick guess, but a guess nonetheless. As examples; by all impartial accounts the idiot savant _rumpf targeted the oval office mostly for its capacity to “brand.” meister elon musk - the same · stole the name Tesla, branded it to a revenue stream and defended that cascade of cash with the lives of all he employed, much the same as Snake Oil Entrepreneur - chief executive “shits in his pants” has treated the nation he would make great - 270,000 dead and they’re still dropping like flies.
This is bullshit friends, bullshit on a scale that would embarrass anyone with a family remotely capable of regenerating another link in the chain, much less hoping for great grandchildren. Here is where it gets weird - Ma is 92 and surviving covid · my family, (at her behest) is keeping me in my place by with-holding all pertinent information about her condition. The only logical assumption i can make about such ______fill in the blank behavior is they, my brethren, believe in their heart of hearts that if i had such knowledge i might act contrary to her wellbeing - that or they are so emotionally obtuse and self-involved that they cannot, or will not peer outside the media echo chamber within which they’re cocooned - just like me ·
The difference is that if and when i’ve been in that position i err on the side of compassion, so all i can imagine is that they, my own flesh and blood are in such pain as to wish pain onto one of their own; not that is so much different than when i unleashed a toy rifle against the ribs of the eldest brother after having endured bullying beyond my youthful capacity, a capacity not all that much greater today, but i keep hoping. Ma gleefully announced one languid afternoon, “I don’t think they think about you as much as you think they do.” While seemingly harsh, i think Ma, knew even then that if she wasn’t surrounded by people entirely focused on her, it was likely she would die alone - small wonder her fascination and perplexion with the mother figure in Charlie Sheen’s comedy sitcom “Two and a Half Men.” Ma, between you me and 3 readers who sample this chronicle - i love you entirely and am kind of real glad you had no clue when we watched that show together · you’re a Grand Dame, and you did it all on the courage of your own cowardice - i should die so brave ·
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