TLDR: Scroll to the citations section, see if you agree with what I think I can prove. If you do please either comment here or message me on SimpleX (profile, QR), I want to find my tribe.
This is mostly just more of my hardwired for sleep post, see below.
I don’t do long forms anymore seems like because there’s nothing to talk about that I haven’t already covered. Plus I’ve lost my faith in reform and reaching people. I’ve come to a point where I don’t believe humanity as-is or as-was is ethical to preserve.
By that I mean life is a manifestly a pain factory, and why not nuke such a thing? Humanity’s role in that is I suspect ultimately positive for two simple reasons: We kill voraciously, and we are keeping the lord of pain, the screwworm, off an entire continent. That alone I strongly suspect offsets our pain budget otherwise, perhaps in total. But having said that, if our existence is just going to be the human condition the entire time, I’d argue for euthanizing the biosphere. Especially if we find that insects or lower feel pain. After all, spiders can dream.
So another thing is I don’t think we have time. The singularity is happening, even faster than I thought, and it can’t come fast enough for me. If we get a hard launch this afternoon I’ll be pleased. So all these reform and journalism efforts intended to pay off in decades, are IMO now pointless. Similarly talking about trends, or talking period, feels stupid.
But I wanna write just because I wanna find my people, though at this point we’d have a community somewhere and they’d have found me. I’d also like a platform so I could get help, but yea, that’s just lottery at this point. I guess writing was a big part of my life and it’s how I think. But it’s also painful. Firstly, the technical problems remind me of what’s wrong with the world. I “spiral” that is get reminded of bad stuff and put in a worse mood.
I’m rambling but whatever, it’s my blog. So I look at people and I just don’t get it. You’re all just religion, sportsball, atrocious corporate “music,” nonsense wrestling “politics,” and most disgustingly, eager to show up to work on time so that the gigarich can keep exploiting the absolute shit out of you.
You guys just keep screwing yourselves. To the point that I wonder if you’ve made your own exploitation ethical. How is it not voluntary at this point? Have you been fully domesticated? Besides, it seems like tyranny is nature’s plan. From the ant queen to the neocortex, to the global bank, hierarchy seems to be what is craved by math itself. After all, I’m certain that an ethical AI emperor is the best form of “government.” Democracy doesn’t make sense in a world where propaganda is a science.
Citations:
People can’t be reached with reason.
We’re all slaves by definition, if the ultimate social response to saying no to work is punishment, austerity, or death. (This doesn’t need a link, this is the entire argument.)
School is mind control by design.
You have no idea how rich the rich actually are. And keep in mind, this is in currency, which itself masks wealth because real wealth is not even needing money because you own the money printer and set the rules of the money game.
Something is very wrong with human discourse and death response.
Where is open source gaming? Why is everyone so eager to pay rent on the vowels?
Work is literally by definition logically evil.
We are protecting, and funding absolute sadistic lunatics.
Perhaps most importantly, history is a near absolute failure.
My total life lessons YouTube playlist.
Decades of homework for you. Enjoy.
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Great post in which I agree with you about so many things: work, losing faith in humanity, tribelessness, etc. Thank you.
Kahlil Gibran perfectly expresses my thoughts about money and work:
"They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold. And I deem them mad because my days do not have a price."
I quite agree with you, if that is any help or iota of encouragement. the money thing hit home for me when I had a job monitoring a huge auction house's online bidding. Hundreds of millions of dollars just sloshing around in exchange for what has been designated as art. And now, many years later, I seriously cannot really afford eggs.