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Politics for Poets

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The level of the lie.

are they really villians? These bankers? These socialists? Are they really?

Web Search for 'Victims of Socialism', and see if there is a comprehensive list.

I didn't find such, but a lot of people echoing that same sentiment.

Of course, as in an 'cause', the rabid-blooded Socialists will (only the rabid blooded ones, the other ones will do something else) may target you for even asking the question . . .

Or they might (and I don't know any, for real, but hear rumors of it . . . ) decided to go on a semi-hysterical, pseudo-historical rant of and long winded litany of the evils of . . . . whatever they think you are. So if you are a Jew, you know the bit. Or if you are a Catholic you've heard their bit. Or if you are a business person, the flock that comes squawking for 'La Equalidad'. But we are.

Or 'La Libertad'. Ya, we got that, too.

The holy people know that the light shines in all directions however some people use shiny objects to use it as a form of intimidation. You aren't allowed to talk about [topic ZEE of interest] (topic of interest: some exact topic of interest) because they have conditioned generations of people to to ab-react when ever the subject gets broached.

Now let's deconstruct our own fallacies, and recognized why I always put in the caveat: who really don't even exist.

or

exist only as a literary creation of mind, and yet presented as if there are really a 'they' there.

or

exist only as a fallacy of mind imagined from observing the effects of random collective behaviors, efforts, or endeavors of real people, yes, but without any coordinated group-think plan to craft a nefarious scheme.

And so, when we hear anyone talking with seeming certainty in phrases such as 'the [some group]' or 'the [some national identity]', using the bracketed idiom to show a class of statements that exists conceptually, and can be seen in the wild, but the objection to using such a quality of clause, (phrase or idea) is that just the use of the grouping of people to be put into a single word (now people are being put into words).

"you, get in-dare. You. You. You are all now 'the [some aggregate noun of imagined social, political, ethnic, national, transnational, trans[what-evv-ahh], or familial of some clan, class, social category, gender, age group, demographic of targeted group].' all of you, into the word.

I have a new word. It's all about you. I've made it into a prison. You are the [cute short gutteral derisive of very few syllables.]

It's not the [some bad word], its the some bad word user.

So, there it is, succinct. It's the name callers. And name calling, in general, that's the real cause of all of the putricity of this generation. Some of this generation. They go on with their constant litany of derisive categories for others, we all assume they must delude, to be their lessers. Aggregate of idea, they lump them up. They name-call. And we, we all, listening, sometimes we close our ears. We go and dance over here (somewhere away from them.). We shun them

We never say that we shun them. If they come up to us we aren't rude to them. We give them water if they really need it, careful not to share their germs . . .

"Germs. I hate them. I hate them I hate them I hate them."

A giant germ comes to him in his dream, attacking him as if it's a mob creature from a video game mod. "We do a lot of different things. We make a lot of different things happen, none of which is really done with full disclosure."

"you've been calling us names, asking people to use too much disinfectant. Don't you know that in some ages the product that gets produced is edible by other creatures? Yogurt, cheese. Most bacteria are benign."

Name calling. It's feeding the pile of unknown festering gew, that gets stuck onto things, sometimes put there. Name calling. It's like putting gum on someone else's nose and then saying 'look at him, hate him, he has gum on his nose.'

Who is it, really, that may more likely get the look of hate; if a look like that does exist, or is that more name calling, tale-telling, making things up. Making things up that are not even true because you feel some kind of hollow ringing is making too big a sound and causing you harm in your every day, walking around, wondering why life can be so . . . fallow and empty, the fields to play in filled with refuge from somebody else's day, in the long ago. And what to do but break up the shattered things even more? Looking for answers when no questions have been asked? Needing a single word explanation for why you, as awesome as you are, and coming from such a great and heroic past, why are you walking around in this limbo, fallow fields of weedy toxic noxious left over wasters of the past having polluted this whole place . . . and turned it into a no man's land. Who knows what else?

But isn't that a lot of the known world anyway? We try and not linger where the landscape's gone fallow.

It's easy to ignore the obvious nature of climate change. I remember back in 1982, there was a mountain (I need to look up the year) and it blew to smithereens. And a lot of people were like 'the gobbermint is trying to get us off our claim. We've been squatting out here in this forest and we ain't leaving because we think it's ll just a lot of scary stories, and that we really don't have to worry about a little bit of manna from heaven ash coming out of a part of the landscape that's given over to getting hot and bothered anyway. We don't believe in geology, and we don't trust govb-mint 'so-called' scientists. And we certainly don't believe anything that the forest service guys says, or any of dat.'

See, I'm making up a character. Someone who was too stupid to leave when Mt. Saint Helens was churning and ready to blow. No such real person probably exists. And many of the victims may not have understood that the mountain, way over there, was going to blow in a lateral direction. It' wasn't going sky high. It was going to burst out the side, like a steam jet from a freight locomotive, turbine powered by a diesel steam combination and capable of great harm if out gassed wrongly. Like words that we use to label broad swaths of populations: they are like that kind of steam in some sense.

But still just words. So it's not the words. And it isn't steam, in general, that's the problem. It's the directed out-gassing of it, a pointless and senseless event with out purpose to be done around people. So if you need your cute new words to describe those who you blame for the evils of life that just are, and no one can say they aren't, and we aren't sure if it's caused by anyone, it's like a bad flue, where did it come from? What causes it? Why are people sick? And when they are sick with delusions, they use those words, those terse put-down words, to describe the people who they blame for the evils of the world, which might just be in their imagination. And that's sad because the only thing wrong is that they are out-gassing hateful vindictive derisions concerning delusions of demographics, and they seem ready to start a war about it.

Other people can pretend that isn't happening. They can go against the ranting idiot, without going against the narrative that they use in the sense of crafting their hateful screes of blame against others.

OK, so we see it lately. We see some who go on about the 'some ethnicity' or 'some nation'. We see them with their 'It's the [some nation]' who caused the bad things to happen. It can be anything. The Temple Mount, the American Presidential election, the fate of Socialist nations, anything: there always seems to be a giant chorus of people who go on about said topic. And paint all of History as if it hinges on that small part.

And here is the sick part of it in terms of the government: the socialists, who call themselves Democrats, they demanded over the years that the government tax to excess to fund what those socialists thought were the worthy causes. Meanwhile with a limited process for auditing. And the real flow of capital and into whose hands.

Collectivization, doing away with the efforts of private people, the 'charity' serves as a landing pad for any of that moiety to go and run it, use it, be the 'leader' and fund their own lives from the coffers of what is deemed a 'charity'. Because they know what is right and good? Outside of taxes.

And then they bully for the cause, shill and shame for donations. They might be yumming it up to the pill-fueled party town, cha cha cha. I'm making her up. She's got a giant appetite. She's ready to mingle. Get her back to her flight so she can make the early roll-call at the state house. But, really, her heart is back in Boca. Cha cha cha. She's a fantasy girl and she's got the keys to five agencies. She sets the very many budgets and they all bring her favors. She's a fantasy girl.

So meanwhile real people, who need, really do need. And no one is going to not help them. That is why there are service industries actually dedicated to real service, outside of the conga line. And outside of the 'save the world, win parTy-favors' mentality of cha-cha-cha phat-girl power freak dimbulb-matrix.

Yes, such a person doesn't really exist but we almost wish she did to explain the ridiculous way that, after having solved the vexing problems of poverty and low wages, and the whole culture of welfare, with all of it's satellite private businesses that feed off of the welfare crowd, we aren't just helping the truly needy, we always knew that. But now we prop up a whole free-lunch mentality for all of the office holders in all of those for-profit for them with their paycheck 'charity' that 'helps' the 'poor'. And they weren't making enough off of it, and it is now considered an entitlement, and each participant means money in the bank for these people, represents a profit, so the more on the roles the merrier. And thus do they open the flood gates, and bring anyone from anywhere. Flood the roles with names. Let's register them all to vote. If anyone says not to it, we will bully them and name-call them. And we'll think of cute reasons to hate those who we blame and be bold about saying it and promoting our own fallacies as real thought, and actual helpful ideas, fist bumping, or thumping?

And it's all made up. There aren't any people really like that? Are there? No one would ever profiteer off of the welfare system, would they? No one would flood the roles so as to collect more profit from all of the associated vouchers?

The fact of the failure of socialism world wide is evidenced by the huge numbers of 'refugees'. The real questions that should be asked are to look for those who decided that the events that lead to the refugee problem would need to go-down in the manner as such.

The question: why are there so many refugees? Why so much turmoil in the world? Could this have been prevented?

And we get an answer: nations don't do what benefits their populations but do what the thralls, owned by . . . . and we don't have a proper nominative . . . owned by fallacy? . . . the nations do what the nation-holders want them to do. In our case we have what I call the 'brain-dead-tocracy' who, suffering from what I term 'Institutional Dementia' decided that an all out war against various factions would suffice it for the next generations. So they went after those who they felt were 'threats': Kahdaffi, Assad, and others.

If this were a science fiction novel this is the part where the author disclouses as follows:

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They were totally under the sway of leftist oriented global governance mongering jelly-feeding submissives of the pill-pot scrum, some of whom may have already gotten the implaints . . .

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So the real truth? About world socialism? No, about the banksters? no? About the banker bankers? No?

The real truth is the profiteering. The real truth is the power mongering. If it were banking or socialism, both of which are necessary in parts, the real truth: the people must be fed. The socialists say: we must be the ones, and the only ones, who feed the world. Anyone else is counter revolutionary.

And so, getting back to the point of today's scree: the Democrats because they don't like the president, hold the whole process hostage. And after demanding that only the government can help the poor, and only their programs be installed, and only they be the ones who profit: they hold the whole process hostage like petulant children, and they've gotten away with doing that for a few generations, by now.

In 1975 when the democrats had a secret coup, they got away with installing socialist policies, and running schools and governance like an arm of the Stazziu. They may have been taking their orders from them.

What makes sense? Or is it jut delusional conjecture?

the Stazzi installed their system here. They installed Merkel in Germany, and they are puppets/puppeteers of what they delude to be international socialism, a failed ideology but still existant in zombie form. SI. And that is why things in the world these last 20 or so years all went to shit. And these puppets/puppetmasters are total failures.

Is this true? I have no way of knowing, for real.

and you not going to have that fight. If SI were real, and actually as bad as events seem to indicated, if you met an actual person who deluded to be on that side would you ever explain to them that you know all their shit, and you see how they've tricked the world, and that most of the violence and hunger, of the world, can always be traced back to them meddling in things that already work? And trying to collectivize things that will fall to ruin when collectivized?

And if they were real they'd have a counter narrative about the bankers and the capitalists. And they'd say that all fo the evil stuff that you say about them, which are lies, lies, damn lies, they wills ay that it's the bankers or the banksters, or the capitalists.

You might then cutely ask 'your relatives? is that how you know so much about them?'

But why? Why engage peopel so deluded. If you think about it you've know perfectly nice bankers in your life. And you've know perfectly nice socialists, or socially forward and community oriented pepole. And then the aggrigators for cause, they come stompting thruogh. Whatever delusions they envision in you, they weave a web of lies to draw you in to their sphere of control. If they are of the kind who delude to be the rulership class, if they feel overly important and omnipotent, as if it is they, they who rule, and you, you are the neophyte without a clue: you must bow to them and service them or . . .

who would deal in such a transaction? Why would yu give authorty to someone who is a creep and abuses their power? There will always be bankers, because the robbers will still be out there lurking, and there will always be socially conscious people trying to shame others into doing the right thing. Its the ones who farm that kind to do wht is desired by the moiety of unknown causes, to be a cog in an unknown machine, churning through the sod of other people's lives wtihout regard for the needs of the individual. It's the ones who try to horde it all for themselves, and no one else gets a piece or has a say. You might label such 'supremicists'.

So I've found a cute word to tag them with. Let's hope that people don't start making that word a prison, or a gulag, and concentrating all of their enemies into it. Magical thinking? Is it magical thinking that makes people become power mad and delude to their supremacy?

And to answer the question: are they villains? Not from just being a socialist. Not from just being a banker. It's the one who looks for villians, who is supreme in the delusion of this vision, and then performs mitigation against their opponents: that is the one who might be the one who . . . needs to be given another look. If they can't see a person and just see a fallacious archtype in some other, and they want to fight . . . that is the one who needs mitigating.

Oh, no, you've stepped in it now, using the term 'mitigating' to suggest that a truculent political bully needs to be dealt with in some reasonable way that makes them comprehend that their name-calling and story telling is causing problems.

But I can make a general rule, and I don't require that you follow it: if you are causing problems and being forward and truculent against people for whom you hold destain or feel loathing, then you are the one who needs to stop. You put your self there with them, in a fowl mood, and you accost them with your own delusions: you need to stop. You need to put yourself somewhere else.

We give in to the understanding that some people are like that, will not back down. We give into this by having police and security who can bounce someone into a cell or out the door. And so, my suggestion, and it's rather easy, take yourself out of the conflict that is just unnecesary chest thumping.

Now if your job is provokator or revolutionary and you have an obligation to act? Get another job? But you have no choice, the battle is on going? I walked over here. I started talking about these things. I have no explanations about why some people do what they do.

In conclusion: look at the person and judge them as a person, meaning, WTF do you know about them, really? Unless you are on a real jury, or a real prosecutor, you have no right ot confront strangers about their political ideology and get violent with them, or disrespect them and their families. Be they banker or socialist or both or neither, neither do you know anyway, or even about your self, your own selfishness, your own wicked self-dealing and nepotism. Slay that dragon. Lead by example. Stop labeling others. It might be all a rouse they do just to enlighten you. How could you ever know if this is real or if this is bardo, who you should love? Everyone. Who you should hate: no one. What you should hate? Their sins, your own sins worse. Stop judging to condemn. Discerment doesn't have to include hell for your foes and those of whom you disapprove. The heaven that you make for them is the heaven you might end up with your self. Don't cast them to a hell of your own creation. If you make a hell for anyone you've built it just for yourself. Stop trying to understand eternity, what will be some time in the far future, when we are really all back together, as if that ever will or has happened? If it does, you know it does. And you know, then, not to hate anyone. Or to say 'I hate your sin', when you have so much of it yourself as shown by your quick focus on what you see as being wrong with others.

The other side of it

The other side of it: when people decide to no longer put up with wickedness.

How are they eer really sure? About that?

It's complicated. You don't have to live within the rules of someone else's disfunction. You really can make new rules that are better for you. Don't expect anyone to follow them. So it has to be done in a way that they must agree to your terms. Or you don't deal with them. So does that leave you in a limbo of lonliness and without friends?

Yes, we must weigh the difference between being ecumenical and being a patsy. And err on the side of being ecumenical. But if you think you can swim in the same pool as somoene who likes to urinate their often? Should you frequent the coke bar? Should you go where the junkies go? Hang out in a place where people shoot up? Are you 'judging' them if you choose to not hang out there? Should you throw away all of the title that you own from an old favorite author who, now that you found out some more things about him you kind of disrespect? Burn them in your fire place? Sell them on ebay? Give them a thrift store? Sell them to a stoner? What do you do with them? You don't want them. You won't read them. They aren't for you. He was your favorite author. Now you think, oh, well, whatever. Never mind. Give it away is my guess. Or put them in a box and leave them in an attic some where. The publishers still have title to it all. It's not like your throwing away the last copy of that book? Like if you were thinking 'oh, the legacy of it', why is it your responsiblity to keep up a tainted legacy of a discredited sot of a dead writer who, once, so loved, now seen so differently, in your eyes, these many years later. The portroit of the man as a young street hustler has fallen from the wall and lays skewed, on the floor, an example of how idolatry always fails. Fame is manufactured. People do things when they are young just to survive. Yes, some of them were very immoral and very much users and takers, the giving, it never happend. It was all just a deal gone later over, bring me, take me, have me, let me be your idol. Just tonight. Now don't bother me anymmore. I must move away. I see this place as haunted, this town, this whole coastline, those high mountains, why do I need to travel there? What will I find? Who will I meet? Just fools on the road to nowhere?

So a mad season of feeling anger towards your dead idols? You can symbolically do whatever you want to their artifacts. Nothing good or ill will come. Maybe if it's valuble people will question your sanity in tossing away the artifacts of a passing age. They will question as to how this beautiful, signed, first edition of such a famous and well respected artisan of the literary craft had ened up in a markdown bin at a Savers in P{awtuckaway New Jersey? All of these first edition . whoever he was, and these orginal hand signed prints, all still in plastic, and a beavvy of collectible material. Groupy stuff from the 1960's. Old copies of famous underground newspapers, coveted by a certain kind of literary creature, who loves the dust.

Like deleteing 12 years of a blog. Why not? No one reads it. Who cares? It's stale, by now. No one cares. Delete and repeat delete.

That is what you can do to your own stuff, your own collection of schlock from the past, or what you deem to offend you. When you dictate that to others, confisating and burning their collections, you've crossed a very sad line and become a social asshole who, quite honestly, has lost his way (her way? whose way? in the weigh?). So, I'm all for social awareness and sheding the old skin. But making a big display and saying "see how holy I am. I shed that past and now and free and clean.": even that is a distateful display of fetish behavior.

Most people? They'll donate the books that no longer interest them, and not make a display of the behavior of shedding the fallacies of their past. Heroes? It's whoever works out for you at the time, what you percieve to be the righteous way, that works for you. You get more information? People become less important? the famous who you once admired you now see as pitous, for whatever reason. Have you become jaded? Have you lost your way? Why can't you keep it up, this fan-boy behavior, into your fifties and sixities? why can't you stil have those idols? As long as it is not idolatry, what does any of it matter. If you understand what it is, and why you ahve whatever it is that you collect, than so it is. But when it's time to shed, don't wait. Don't ask the question 'why don't I still care about old author whoever?' why do I not want his books clutering my shelf? What should I do with them?

Put them in a box. Sell them on line. Donate them to a store. Whatever. Just don't put any more thought or condemnation upon it, and move on with your life. Simple?

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What is done is done

Ephphatha!

I had somewhat of a small flood, nothing major, and not that much water. But I had to do an immediate three hour deal with moving everything, clearing the floor, and doing a lot of laundry all at once.

Ever since then I've been scheming on how to improve my living space. I'm not an epicurean, so I don't care about luxurious living or being ostentatious. But what is wrong with keeping the dinge from settling in? Why should every thing be old, and maybe partly broken? When colors fade sometimes new paint makes things very spiffy and it's an easy thing to do.

Perfect things? The perfection is to not expect it. (not to expect perfection is perfection. No expectations give you a better situation.)

Over the years it seems that when ever I get to a place where I feel that some effort 'must' be made to have a . . . whatever . . . in my life, I usually find that the effort breaks down when I try too hard at some vanity. It's nice to have beautiful shelves for the beautiful things but even nicer to not need or care for all that chinse and glitz. Or if you could just have it some of the time, like Christmas. Most of the year you wouldn't deal with your collection of eclectic collectible trinket nothings. All of that is inconsequential in the long haul of eternity. But still we like to have 'nice things'. And things of value should not just be tossed in the trash.

I like having some things. I've always been a 'collector'. What I've discovered that collecting of anything runs a well known course.

If you take everything away the sparseness can also be unserene.

The idea of 'effort' to get 'serenity' is, itself, so unserene that, well, any such effort is thus always a failure (did you do a test? all efforts like that for all eternity? sounds like crap and hubris and I should doubt your premises here, by now, friend.).

You know, I can have this larping voice of the alter ego writer, questioning my every nuance, in parenthetical rage. But in actuality, I have no rage.

rage is created, and in that sense artificial.

Misdirected by other it can still be dangerous.

rage: you put it on the top of the hill and you push it off and gravity takes it. Any larp of rage always has the effect, even when someone doesn't want it to. so if you do that larp, of rage, it's going to get to it's enraged conclusion. It's like that shelf that you need for your expensive thing. And if you didn't have the expensive things you would not need the shelf. So forego both. (I have too many of this kind of collectible. to keep them all I'd need a better space. Voice of reason says 'take the best of it, and sell the rest' forego the shmancy shelving, turquoise and beautiful in the on-line catalog but still more crap for me to eventually need to throw away like all the other shelves I ever bought or made either I have a use for it, for something, or . . . Shed. Shed more. And then shed more than that. It's like deleting content on a crufty website.




The promise of a crap room.

I shouldn't say 'crap room.' That's odd. But my neighbor is having, my neighbors are having, their house redone. Part of that is taring down what is old. They cut down an old maple. It was right next to the driveway. So that's gone. Next they tore down the garage. Suddenly it was just a pile at the side of the house. It's cordoned off with tape so no worries.

So then I notice that there is a hole in the roof towards where the garage used to be. I have this same set up in my small house, too, without the small doorway. I know that other houses on the street have that same kind of door to the space above the garage. I don't have the small door way to the space above the garage. And I could have that door if I took my saw and wet nuts with it. And then a lot of time to make the floor, making it clean it there would be a task. I'd have to have masks, etc. And then I'd have a nice little room for crap. The better solution? The better solution? Would be to not do that. If I do not cut a hole in the wall I will not have to make it all clean 'in-dare' and I will not have to store all that stuff that I don't really need anyway.

So the solution to worrying about renovations is to shed what you have that is making you want to do that renovation. In the long run I understand that the fate of old wooden side structures is that they get torn down and hauled away. But in the meantime, it's nice to have them, and use them, to the full length of their expected lifetime of use. How old can a building be if it's not rotted?

And as far as that extra space, it would be 'cool' to have it. I could store some stuff in there. maybe the real solution is a full wreakout of the whole inner part of the structure? (a 'wreakout' is when you go in and rip it all out and haul all of the innards away.)

The cost of wreakout would be not much less, or even more expensive, then demolition, build new.

I know that is the fate of this structure when I leave it. Why do expensive wreakout, and risk my own health so that I can renovate something for a temporary period for space for crap that really I don't need or want anyway? And that doesn't matter and is unimportant? There might be a reason, some day. Not now. If the economics of it were different.


Too much stuff,
not enough shelving.
we don't need either probably.




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Realizing that the empty 
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just who shows up and for what?
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walking along the nowhere path
up high
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Coders Edge

Code Review

Purpose of such a review?

I would take new work, but I don't know how to get back into the job market.

I've got these ideas about . . . and if I tell you I won't actually do it.

to be said in a robot voice, with a sound effect quality from the 1990's: "Bitcoin is crashing, crashing"

But who am I to talk? I used to collect stamps.

I read in an article that people make upwards of $100,000.00/month running a . . . drum roll . . . MineCraft (TM) server. The article was about how three students at Rutgers . . . invented the world's worst computer varmint (mole? weasle? worm? viris?) so that they could take down rival MineCraft servers. It's a real story.

I don't do MineCraft, but I do minetest, an open source version of the same thing. I think such 'infinite world' topography simulators and gameish environments are a very lot of fun. I tend to use the world builder commands and loving the stack and stack2 commands (stack2 is the most useful). But really minetest could go to a higher place if they would . . . and I have a list of different ideas that would need to be better presented. Think like Einstein: don't just map in 3-D. Don't just allow only six directions. Allow for other orientations. Allow for importing in fragment matrices to use as templates (that is kind of . . . what the saves are.) have a better sand box. The pieces are all there, you jsut have to allow for rotation of elements and also that htey need not conform to having to live within that particular matrix.

In life, as in video games, it's better to avoid the battle. In a video game if you 'like' the battle, well, that is your thing. In the real world if you like the battle, you might not be suited as a peacemaker, but instead maybe a pretty good football player, some kind of wise quarterback.

I like playing minetest without having to fight off the dragons. But the dragons still show up occasionally. I'm doing something like building stairs between the levels, or stacking glowing bricks into a pyramid, and the figgging dragon shows up and starts shooting me with fire. How annoying. It's just a process, really. So, instead of a 'kill', one instead can defeat this . . . .creature of the game by blocking it in (so it can't move and withers away. OR. You lay down a couch and sit in it. The dragon will attack, but the couch always restores all your health, so the attack has no effect. As long as you have an adequate weapon, you just sit there with your finger on the hit button, or tapp it repetiviely, and eventually the dragon will die. Yet a third way is to remove the dragon mod, and then it won't show up any more but they are cool when they don't attack, so I leave them in the game. Plus if anyone breaks into my world (how could they?) and wants to hang around they'll have to face dragons (but I don't network my worlds, though I could, couldn't I).

I like blender better for precision. It would be awesome if there were a blend of minetest and blender (a single application) minetest-blender-neverball-civ-browswer. Each block with 6 faces can have 6 different feeds . . .

On anohter note: it is said that quantum computing will disrupt the whole crypto chain dream-space and the byte-con (byte-console?) bit-cion (bye coin?) phenomena. A few years ago I heard how gold can be faked in many different ways and that even getting a slapped coin didn't really mean that you actually had the real thing. That sounds a bit paranoid, but . . . buyer beware. Seriously if you are just starting to by metal today, thinking that bitcoin is crashing, you probably are just a desparate person anyway, unhappy in any case, and one who doesnt' plan well for storms and rain. It's going to rain sometimes. If it's a storm, that is why there are root sellers. Root-kit sealers? Nave sealers? Face-crock sellers? ROOT Cellars. Where you go when there is a tornado. Other than that you can hunker in and pray.

Yes, I think that bitcoin mining is interesting, but a far better use of a hybirdized processor array video system, with very many cores, a better use: is design. Design of scenes. Design of toy-things. Design of video game objects. Website design. For the lookup and presentation of complex data. But not just for that but actually do that with it. You have a super computer that can do it well, and instead you heat your house and mine bit coin and waste a very lot of electricity for something, that as soon as the quantum computers are actually annonced, something that won't be worth that much anymore if it['s all just cracked, first thing, but willful operators and their spiffy new cmputer system. My guess is that someone might already have them and the only reason they haven't done it yet is . . . they are just being nice.

hey, I don't know how block chain works. Maybe it will stand up to the test of dysruptive technologies such as quantum computers? I don't really know. So if you know that your purchase is a good one, and it's not just a way to launder your crooked money, or to try and hedge against the meanness of the cartel world, then go pay your 10000 dollars per bit coin, which used to be 10 cents when it first started. I've been wrong about commodities in the past. But at least if you buy a box of silver eagles, for about 10,000 american dollars (Ampex today), at least then you actually have a box of silver. Better would be a box of Rhodium.

If you could convert all of that to Rhodium, how much would that be worth: approximately 500 ounces of Rhodium! That would be a very very lot.

Now I'm just plugging my Spaceship Snow man fable, that I add to every year starting in November, or so, and post it during hte Christmas and giving season. And in the stoyr the guy who owns the giant carosel place, in the piney-marshlands of the Piney place (NJ what exit?) had invested in bitcoin back in the day and got it all out and took delivery in silver wire (which he purchased from a place in Bergan County, in view of the bridge)

But later, after the storm that hit suddenly just the week before Christmas, when all the lights came on for all the stuff and he didn't know how, he did a test on his wire, because he's got all the rock-shop gear (he is a rock-head. They called him Geometry Bob, back in the day, when he was in it). It was stupid to take deliver all in silver plates. but he figured betst thing he could power up all the gear that he also purchased (first from china) and set up on the turned over Ferris Wheel (that was a Ferris/Tesla hybird. In this fiction Tesla and Ferris are buddies, secret buddies, and Ferris was working secretly with Tesla behind the backs of the cartel, but isn't that a grand fiction!

So in the story he tests his silver and finds that it isn't silver any more and that it's turned to something else but before he actually tests for what that something else is . . . he . . . has an episode of sadness and introverted rage, when he withdraws from the world for a while and retreats into what he calls his Bee-at cave. With a little superbee emblem next to the door like a mizzuzza on a house (not made of Rhodium, but of Silver) that a lot of people won't use anymore because they fear those who don't like the ones who do that. And the back seat of an old Coronet next to the wall in the hallway. The sumer comes and all the rides are tested for safety and the seats are made clean, and they might even put on new paint. But in the Winter, the place is usually left alone. He lives there like a hermit at times, down within his broken dreams. All his millions and millions of bitcoin winnings, on which he had failed to pay even one sliver of taxes on any of it . . .

But if it's all been lost? He ponders that. He retreats into his collection of super movie heroics and animated television worlds, ignoring his new quantum 8 infinity, double infinity update super computer, wiht the coolest and most precious LED lighting system surrounding the case and controllible on an ap on a tablet, that simulates it all in a three-d space, and allows him to control all the lights on all of the holiday display bots that he keeps adding onto, year to year, but he's just never turned it all on himself. Ya, it did come on by accident the night of the storm, and then he was afraid again. But not to be too gleeful, because that might call attention. He wasn't going to have any problem declaring a profit and paying the taxes because on further look, with his expensive geologist the ready dude hiker equipment (it was all 12 and 24 volt gear and easy to maintain as well as to hauol around wiht you.

by then dad is saying that the web page is causing yawns, even for me. Who can keep up with these made up stories of false histories? Tesla? Edison? Ferris? New Jersey? Pennsylvania? Ohio?

Yes. when it's time for bed dad maybe picks a famous story. He reads it till they tucker out. If they have questions he answers them. Then he goes off and thinks about how . . . just how mayebe . . he could figure out how to make silver into Rhodium. And if he does he might not tell anyone. What would his kids think? "You won't even tell us, daddy?"

"Yes, of course. Tell you, and the whole world."

"That's a better ending."

"It would also be a begining."

By then the children were sleeping. The story had put them to sleep.

Jan 17, 2018






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