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Science,Fiction, and Delusion

Real news is not an illusion. But what do we really know when we see it at a random page?

I understand the architecture of the Internet. It's plausible, but deniable. Science fiction is just a story.

Scientist can not achieve great acomplishments without builders who can carryout the designs. Engineers are a necessary part but were all put through an unholy cartel hazing in order to achieve a career. And some were the special 'go to the front of the line' people. We all have to deal with that kind of thing from time to time.

I had decided to look for success in a different way. A world view of being able to accomplish things doesn't help if there is nothing that could be accomplished in a particular direction of endevour because of habitual and mean constant cartel carryings-on, where they devalue your every endevour. Any thing that will be anything is decided by them, they decided. adn then they went on a rampage and used infinite leverage to cajoul their way into believing that it was all about 'chips' and that they had all the leverage. And you start to think that way and it just seems as though it is all sour grapes.

Driving away. After it was over. Understanding: the world doesn't have to be that mean. In their rat-maze you have to agree to be one of the rats. I don't do the rat thing, and am not interesting in being part of such a false society of that kind of place. So it was better for me to step out of it and to put my trust and faith elsewhere besides these compromised insider cartel ahoe mongers mongering for a small piece of nothing, in the sense that with that lack of moral purpose, holy work, and just a sacrifice and murdering of your integrity . . . oh these fatel ruminations. It's kind of a lot of crap because I wasn't fit for that wasteland so I am better off outside of it.

But I learned to trust the trustworthy. And that meant that I really had to look at myself instead and see and access what I had done wrong. What did I see? A lot of self-rightousness. A lot of grand standing. A lot of blame about my 'orientation' about various news and personal lifestyle issues. But I had seen some things that I didn't share. I knew about some sketch situations long before the reveal is done in a polite way. I guess I must have just been a little bit with a morbid streak, not afraid of seeing bad things but not really wanting to be scared. Being afraid. I got over that too. Being alone. Being alone is not the same as being lonely. Writing a diary/blog/website that no one goes to in order to explain the failings that others might percieve in me are not. And I didn't monger for myself because I always figured it would just happen for me eventually if I kept chunking it out but you know what as long as various items of important consideration are well known, from now on, right about now, and today, for enough people then we can go forward. And we won't need to say 'redbill the whole whirll' swamp swap swamped. We need to make sure that scarey things are made much less frightening and that is very hard to do in some kinds of stories. Maybe prayer is the best way to get people to a place of strength were they are ready to hear shocking news!

My guess is that most adults have already kind of known about some of this stuff. They might not realize what is now to be revealled and to be put forward in evidence in . . .

Shocking? Shocking? And just from novel channel presentations and on-line videos with only a few thousand views?

It's best to be a good person and not start fights. A lot of what gets shown as . . . as . . . ? news and information? What do we really know? A grainy Utube vid, a handsome face yacking in intimate closeup. A pluasible narrative and a very convincing list of seeming evidence and scant reports, psychological appliation of information hazing of a kind, but unverified and no one calls because if they did I don't answer and Iknow that, amoung all things, the kindness of real people means that when they get a job in the funhouse hall of mirrors, and they are handsome doe eyed actors for the good cause, it's acting, in one sense, yes. But if they are what they seem, and they give you no reason to doubt it, then they aren't trying to freak anyone out but to maybe get them to a place where they can tell the difference between what is made up and what is FUD and what is deliberate.

Not for the faint hearted? Why did you go on this ride, anyway? And when does it end? I know it's all good now, there is the exit. But another hallway? Still more demons (in masks) lurking and ready to shine the light on you and go 'boo'.

At the end of it, a door. It's all friends here, at the county faire. And this was a politically themed funhouse for educational purposes. Not trying to scare you at all. But maybe just give you a bit of hard news that isn't get put around . . .

But at the country fair, after a heart wrenching scare in a house of horrors, who wants to deal in politics and hear more about how awful it is? We already know.

But listen, more details. See, sunlight. Fresh air. We never meant to harm you. The scaring was just to wake you up

But then the dad, with his crew of kids and his wife walks over and says 'We can not do this now. I kind of know what you are wanting to tell us. Sometimes the details of a crime are rather the point of the criminals, so that they can get their morally inverted perverse curse-like messaging out into the psyches of the mental victims. And in that case I trust that there are those who are doing it, really do it to take care of things and bring it to justice. ' maybe he shows a badge? Or indicates in some other way that, ya, he already knows. So what do you do then? You got to let them wonder off through the crowd and proceed on with their day. There is a time and a place for everything.

And if an operation to 'take out the great and ancient coruption' were real and successful, and the messaging of what the crimes really were furthers those crimes, than I trust that justice that removes the terror by night and pestilance of midday without most of the people ever knowing about any peril, and going on with their day to day free, free. Feeling free. And not really sure why. But feeling that all is gotten really good lately. The Rhodium Age? Maybe so. What was that guy on the carnival talking about?

And if you go back and find him, he'll have something different to say now. He'll talk about new inventions. Some of the new rides at the fair that year are going be new-tech, stunning. And all that other stuff, what happened? Ya. But all this great new future!

That is the hope. A story. Where the danger is removed before most people had even heard about it. And details? Do you need gratuitous details of bad behavior

February 11, 2018