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Truelaw Outlaw Junction Technologies So Frightening Edition
This fell out of the mythinkstank this sunny
mournin', but wuz sparked by the last few days thinking about all the
possible threats humanity faces.
So many are there, it gets awkward
discerning which one or number are the most real-and-present
danger/dangers.
Too many to list after draining my synapses
with the following.
So
let's be here and now,
and get this into ya!
Technologies
So Frightening!?@#$%^!?
Being
a “bit slow” as I am, the 1st time I watched the DVD I bought
sometime last year, “Terminator
3”, I was so stoned I
forgot, or failed to have it penetrate my surface sensorial guards,
that pretty much all of it, I missed, forgot, in one eye and out the
other, or something.
Ironic,
meant to be, providence, whatever? But the other evening, I cracked
open the DVD case again and whacked the disk in the laptop, and
watched with half-baked fascination, not stoned, drunk or even
hungry, as a story, disturbingly similar to my own of the last 37 or
so years, unfolded. Complete with at-least an English-looking
motorcycle ridden by the movie's hero, as I'd ridden across Britain
and Australia on, in decades' passed, alone, at night, etc
etc, rahrahrah.
Minus, kind-of, the super-bot played by Arnie
Schwartzeneggar.
Of
course, all the ex-army SAS and civilian special assignment dudes
who've befriended me and covertly protected me since my youth,
wherever I wandered, worked, drank, rode or stumbled, would like it
if I related them
to the Great Arnie, as my body guards, no doubt. Especially the
broad-shouldered egos of them. They might well have been “machines”
of Zion, but usually, whenever the going has got tough for myself,
they are not actually in sight. No doubt, they've been subtley
secreting themselves behind something big, ready, so they would
assert, were it to come to it, to jump-in if I really
needed
them?
HA!
Nevertheless..., since watching Terminator 3
about a week ago, I guess I'm more comfortable with the likenesses
between the character in the movie, who I guess is the central
figure, called “John Connor”, and myself now.
I've been aware of the thoughts of increased
confidence since, what-with the movie in a way telling me more about
myself. Or at least about the fictional, mythological character I am
supposed to be.
One,
which is of great comfort, is that that character, ie., me,
is not Jesus returned from the cross-and-2000-years hiding in
Scotland until Armageddon, but still disturbing is - for the
knowledge I've gathered over the last 7 years - that I'm a puppet in
a massive and quite disgusting Zionist conspiracy - that I'm fated
for being the - er - THE one, who guides the remnants of the
post-apocalyptic species through the aftermath.
Aka, Terminator 3's “John Connor”.
Nevertheless, before and since watching these
Hollywood heroes go about their end-of-the-world dance/war roles,
being trained as I have been, in figuring such scenarios out, which
by necessity involves watching, observing, assessing, totalling,
weighing, weeding-out the dross and summing-up the threats, potential
and real, and present, I'm still preferring to remain at something of
a loss as to which “threat” is the most real, and most present.
Today,
with technology taking such a front seat in mankind's sojourn,
journey, delusion, illusion, whatwith it motoring so much of what
have become threats to our natural biological ways and customs, and
to our sanity and prolonged existence, be-it in medicine, medical
procedures and surgery, computers, electronic equipment the mainstay
today in most all fields of entertainment, communications, business
and other time-consuming activities, foods - production and
processing, mobility - bikes, cars, trucks, rail, sea, air, and soon,
if things don't go BANG, space,
weapons of course, and in line with Terminator,
and another ripper movie I DVD-ed recently, “I,
Robot”, robots,
machines, or their basis, technology, cannot not
be regarded as, totalled-up, a major threat to the future of the
biological beings we are, and the whole of the planet's natural
organisms' future.
First on that, is the simple arithmetic fact
that our resorting to machinery, and even small technology, in the
procurement of the raw materials and resources in them and in their
attainment, is unsustainable. This is contrary to the whole
phenomenon, of “capital” or, labor-saving devices. For in saving
us the effort, they should of course make life more economical for
our species, but the outcome has shown that they actually end costing
us and the biosphere much more. Toooo much more!
Second, of course, is that without losing-out
to the resort to nuclear power, the fuels needed to power most
machinery, and, in terms of electronic stuff, to produce, distribute
and power them, is limited.
So one day, supply will be restricted, at least
to the majority, including something around 70-to-80% of businesses
and industry. Worse, is that military will retain 1st pick, to the
detriment of Democratic and social equilibrium. But those two are as
good as dead anyway, so hodeeho!
So,
are these future-now movies telling us the real-and-present dangers
in technology or in the
machine?
Hard to see it as otherwise, surely?
But
alas! Those deep in the invention cafes, laboratories and
development software studios and CRAPitalistic
hives-of-profit manufacturing corporations of these metal-and-plastic
monsters see the opposite, don't they?
“The
way of the future, helping mankind to save himself from slavery, from
labour, from subservience!”
Etcetera?
Of
course, the fact that most of us have to commit our lives to the mill
so-as to accumulate the cheese crackers to purchase, to pur
chase, these
toys, and so-called labour-saving devices, kinda throws spanners in
their illusions and advertising spin, methinks. But Intelligent
Reason always does that to the advertising industry spin, aye!
As
usual, western, dumb-as-dogshit Humans have thrown the baby out with
the bath-water, and have gone overboard with this relatively new
thing called both “machines” and “technology”, because it
surely is so entrancing, but also is a way to pry evermore
cheese-crackers from the masses, who, with a bit of advertising spin,
can as easily become so fascinated with these gizmo toys, which do
the dancing for us, and the masses too, can quick-as-a-wink, forget
that machines, technology, “capital”
actually, are primarily supposed to be “labour-saving-devices”,
as
said, and as used in promotion of most all modern machines and
technology, should first-and-foremost be employed where it saves the
human hand, time and effort.
But
HELLO!?$%^&!?
As said, we have become so fascinated with the tech-toys thrown at
us at every ad-break and turn of the head, that we cannot think
without turning on some switch or other, in some gizmo or other,
which we waste working lives and crumbs from the bosses table, to
afford?
(And,
for and with it all, are we actually thinking?)
So,
rather than increasing our leisure time, in which we can actually
relax, and re-compose our deeper essential being, because technology
has allowed us the time, with machines doing more of the laborious
work we used to be chained to, to come back out of the “quiet
time”
stronger, refreshed, rebalanced, more resilient to the darkness of
life's confusions and struggles, and critically, more in tune with
the subtle power of the world, of the universe we are posited in,
(stronger, refreshed, more resilient, rebalanced and more in tune
with the universe than any machine is able to provide - but that's
something no-one can tell another - the truth is only found with
sincere and disciplined dedication to such practices. Argh?!$%^&!?
The youth of this hi-tech age? What they have never known...?),
the machines have stolen our most important personal peace-time by
luring us back into it's labyrinthine maizma of wearing
sound-blasters as we walk, exercise, study, watch, addicted to video,
TV, movies, of talking incessantly to others on the cell-phone or
over the internet, ever-ready to “unfriend” them at the drop of a
hard truth, to depend totally on some hi-tech piece-of-shit to do the
most simple, and in-the-end personally rewarding things like add a
few numbers, like write a letter - sure!
Email
beats snail-mail hands-down! But I foresee a serious danger to our
abilities of communication and such with the concomitant loss of
hand-writing skills, not to mention the simple Art and inherent
beauty of a practised, refined free-hand script.
So,
yes! Perhaps the greatest threat to our species' existence is
the machine, but not as the drama-queens of Hollywood would sell us,
of the other hi-tech machines of robotic weaponry, in
drones-with-bombs-bazookas-and-bullets, or in the
self-computing-assessing robots with really frightening fire-power
marching-rolling-stomping down your mainstreets, and through your
home and bedroom walls.
These
cannot be disregarded as potential threats to yer av'rage street gang
or shoplifting crim or book-fiddling office worker, or, more
pertinently, to the growing number of Political Dissidents and their
Underground Warriors, Et Al, but we might be missing the most present
and the most real threat in “the
machine” by
overlooking the soul-destroying threats to the being, whence comes
all our will and Strength, of these trinket-type, apparently
incidental add-ons we rather blithely come to crave after and seek to
distract us from the REALPolitik of the frightening era we are now
deeply tracked-and-locked into?
It
may be that that kind of distraction and the effects they have on our
personal abilities to face things like death, like violent and
subversive enemies, like luring sexuality, like greed, like that
whorey toad - temptation - like the thing which frightens the
verbosities out of every Catholic boy and girl, the
truth -
which pose the greatest and yet most subtle threat to our survival?
Maybe?
And,
to that last most fearsome thaing - the
truth -
if these, and all other mechanical and technological devices and
accoutrements weaken our most vital inner strength, how will we
react, what chance is there that we will react in the best possible
way, when we are
confronted
with one or several really, really hard truths, come any portending
apocalypse?
Because, no one can convince me that while we
lose our minds in mentally-distracting things extraneous to the
essentials of survival, like the aforementioned toys and gizmos and
labour-wasting mechanical and technological accessories, we have
remained “centred” in the most astute, vital, critical state,
condition, “place” we need to have ever-ready and “on-call”
for any seriously dangerous moment or future.
So HEY! “Technologies most frightening!”
are in ya pocket, doooodes!
Sadly, in one way, the astute, perceptive and
brilliantly creative minds of Hollywood are no more!
The
likes of “Alfred
Hitchcock” or
the remarkable producer-director-actor from the pre-sound movies era,
“Charlie
Chaplin” are
passed from our era, so it's hard to foresee or imagine a writer or
film producer putting down a script going to that
real-and-present-danger, while making it anywhere as impacting and
terrifying as these “alienzzz” or modern day scarey movie genres.
And
“Why?”
Well..., just go to the movies! Or, get a DVD
which comes with the back story and the production footage of what
goes on behind the scenes and behind the final cut!
The softcock
directors, producers, actors, stuntists, and everyone else who
scrounges and licks their way into a studio set, depend totally, for
the final cut and for their lunchbox legends on
technology!
No “magik”!
No serious talent! (not quite true, of course.., just pushing the
points!) No “Bruce
Lee” or “Jackie
Chan” excellence!
Just hi-tech smoke and
mirrors!
And, or BUT!
Most of all, no REALISM!
So...? What
can we expect from the masses who addict themselves to all the toys
and gizmos and office equipment and exercise gear and tech-modes of
distraction, to the point where they cannot for more than a few
seconds concentrate on educing how to slay the unpredictable
demons/ghosts/aliens/monsters/machines/OR-WHATEVER-YOUR-OVER-IMAGINATIVE
MINDS-DREAM-UP-TO-BELIEVE-ARE-THE-MOST-FRIGHTENING-THING-POSSIBLE,
when the REALITY roars
down the hallway like a galactic Mack truck on
nitro-and-steroids-meth-crack-and-a-black-hole-full-of-ANGER????#%^&!!!!???
Ummm....?
Should we PANIK!!!#$%^&??><^%$#!
n-n-n-n
And the
choreographer yelled
“WAIT FOR YOUR CUE!!!”
“Chaos”,
might be what we'll get from the majority of white-eyed,
bleach-brained westernised zombies absorbed by which-ever terror
fantasy has gripped their silly little minds, when things turn
inside-down.
Hohum! Makes it less work for the drones and
warbots to wipe out the biopods!
KerCLUNK-HE! KerCLUNK-HE! KerCLUNK-HE!
Argh! The
art of Hollywood! The refined arts of Techno-Zion!
DISTRACTION!
All part of the deeply psycho-pathological
Zionists' plan for world domination, methinks? Methinks methinks!
Methinks?
KerCLUNK-HE! KerCLUNK-HE! KerCLUNK-HE!
Makes me
wonder what John Connor, or Jerry Fletcher, or Mad Max, or King
Commo, or General Blue Meanee (whoever HE
was?), would do.....?
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