I suppose one could try to make the point better than this, but why? It's all there.
And what a blissful silence it would be.
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
This is the TwitFace in toto.
Posted by Kevin Wilmeth at 11:14 PM 2 comments:
Labels: Humor, TwitFace, Wish I'd Said That
Saturday, February 4, 2017
Just putting this benchmark out there. Eyes, ears.
All of a sudden, the TwitFace is starting to ramp up a noticeable number of those hive-sourced, meme-driven, professionally hoplophobic nuggets of just exactly the sort that seem to happen right before something big and stupid goes down somewhere in the American soyuz, becoming suspiciously convenient fodder for just whatever the victim-disarmament crowd has recently been working on pimping. You know, that shit that always seems so uncanny when it happens, and never seems to happen at any other time?
Of course, maybe it's nothing: these tiresome people are always digging away at human independence; they are nothing if not committed to their war on everyone.
Still. The level of tone-deaf stoopid right now is beyond breathtaking, and we know for a damn fact that recent administrations are not above working "under the radar" to manufacture whatever opinion that the peasant rabble refuse to accept on their own.
So: eyes, ears.
Posted by Kevin Wilmeth at 10:51 PM 1 comment:
Labels: Heresy, History of the Future, Irony, Liberty
Thursday, February 2, 2017
(As seen on the TwitFace.)
But seriously, George, your snowflake comment here pretty much writes its own rejoinders.
Since you brought it up, then, here’s a few other “the thing”s about snowflakes:
- Snowflakes evaporate (or sublimate) and vanish completely with the simple application of hot air. (That is: they are utterly dependent upon utopian environmental conditions.)
- Snowflakes have no minds of their own; they simply drift and fall wherever the winds may blow them. (Note that it does not matter who may supply the wind.)
- Snowflakes are also completely unlike any living thing, in that they have no individual defenses of their own. (Not only are they not organic—they’re inorganic!)
- Snowflakes’ entire capacity for creativity and uniqueness is expended at the point of their creation. Yes, they are formed beautiful and unique, and truly the process of crystalline self-organization is remarkable—but once the process completes, the magic is gone; there is no life. (Nor the sentience for self-awareness, much less the sapience for self-direction.)
- Snowflakes can be artificially manufactured by machine, or deliberate cloud-seeding. (Note that whosoever does this, does so with inherent intent to create an exploitable mob.)
And I not only mean the overall irony, George, I mean the personal irony. It somehow seems very odd that you would make a reference such as “in large numbers become an unstoppable avalanche that will bury you”, given your own personal and family histories. I would think that you would understand, implicitly, “the thing” about “in large numbers” as it relates to human society, which is this: the relationship between empathy and “large numbers” is strongly inverse. Are you really suggesting that the only thing that matters in a societal discussion is “large numbers”? That the little guy should just suck it up lest he be bur[ied] in an avalanche? Really?
The late Aaron Zelman had a name for that sort of cognitive disconnect: bagel brain.
Posted by Kevin Wilmeth at 11:30 PM 2 comments:
Labels: Aaron Zelman, Heresy, Irony, Liberty, Resistance
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