Last week, the UN voiced anxious concerns
about the technological world's development of "killer robots,"
lethal machines endowed with the ability to make decisions on who and what to
kill and destroy. In other words, a
military dream. These robots,
insist -- some -- UN members, must never
be allowed to roam the earth.
I believe killer
robots will come forth, plenty of them, because technology tends to do
its own thing, with careless disregard about what annoys the rest of the
world. Actually, the UN may have just
assured its own demise, and I can't say I'm disappointed. But how would this blessed event happen? Two words:
Digital memory.
Every school kid
should know by now that everything put out on the Internet lasts
"forever," so it's no stretch to assume that mere decades from now,
when killer robots angrily patrol the earth with an attitude akin to Gort
stoned on crack, today's news headlines will exist for robotic brains to recall and
scan -- and I'm tellin' ya, when those robots read those articles about
aborting their existence, their artificial calculating synapses are gonna
snap. That is, as they say on the TV and
radio these days, they'll be pissed.
This information, having been digitally excavated and now high on the
minds of killer robots across the planet, will cause entire robot fleets to
join together and march, fly and burrow toward the United Nations building, all
focused on one thought -- destroy. Of
course, we can charitably hope that all UN staff and occupants are allowed
sufficient time to exit the premises, but one never knows the mind of killer
robots taught to think for themselves.
Yet, there may
be a silver lining here. Just days after
killer robot lasers and dematerialization beams (obviously invented and used
routinely in the future) obliterate every trace of the UN, a new United
Nations will be built in some banana republic and become so insignificant that
even killer robots won't bother to seek them out for destruction. Best of all, the UN won't be in the USA
anymore to suck the country like vampire bats, as world terrorist sympathizers
and criminals come and go, enjoying and demanding hospitality from the kindly
and moronic who currently welcome and support this travesty. No downsides here, so -- onward killer
robots!
At least killer
robots would know how to dispose of a terrorist's remains, which seems to
be a dilemma for Massachusetts, what with The Older Brother's bullet-ridden /
road kill carcass stinking up the state.
I suggest they conduct a good riddance ceremony and bury his ass in a
pet cemetery, way, way lower in the ground than any of the other animals laid
to rest there. The guy was, after all,
lower as a species than any animal lovingly placed in the ground. Maybe bury him underneath somebody's departed
pet pig (for obvious reasons).
Thank you,
Barbara Bush
for actually saying the words, no more Bushes for president. We hope she was serious. Now it's your turn, Bill Clinton, just say
the words, and the words are not no more Bushes. . .
OBAMA IN
WONDERLAND: When it involves visiting other countries and
blaming the USA for everything bad in the world, this president has become a
caricature of himself. He did it again,
this time during his visit to Mexico, where he also attempted to make a case
for the new immigration bill -- to Mexicans!
WTF? U.S. military, national and
local cemeteries are filled with people who tried to make the world a better
place, and all this fraud can do is criticize our history and actions when he
travels internationally, in between expensive vacations. It's amazing that he could bring up the gun
"problem," when his close buddy and AG Eric Holder was involved with
the Fast and Furious gun disaster, and we don't mean the movie. As an Independent voter once honored with a
congressional recommendation to work with a Democratic Administration by a
Democratic congressman, it pains me to suggest that I believe Mr. Obama would
be far happier and relevant as president of Venezuela -- surely, another
vacancy will occur one day soon, and I hear the weather is just great down
there. Oh -- and they don't care about
Benghazi, so there won't be any indelicate questions asked.
GOOD MORRRRRRRRNING, SYRIA! We’re the USA and we were in the neighborhood
and decided to stop by, and noticed you look a bit untidy, so we want to. . . . . . . .
.Well, at least the country’s name is easier to spell than some of them over
there. Oh yes, looks like we’re on our
way, having considered everything – we hope – except troops to be found for
boots on the ground. The latest plan may
be to take out Syrian air power and runways with missiles, and to arm and
support the “rebels,” but there’s that always sticky little issue about
determining who the rebels are – and how we can differentiate between good
rebels and evil rebels who hate the United States. Our government (hello Sen. McCain) seems to
believe this can be done, but my question is – isn’t our ability to determine
bad from good already all fudged up in Afghanistan, where supposed friends
continue to turn their weapons on our military personnel in the name of Allah? Al Qaeda is never far behind as we make our
decisions, and you can bet they’ll be in the mix, masquerading as good
guys. Now that Israel is pressured as a
side-effect, the USA seems destined for involvement. President Obama will respond in some way, and
then he’ll take another extravagant vacation (he needs to rest up before the Unaffordable Care Act kicks in with
storm-surge force next year, likely confounding and angering even his closest
clueless supporters).
GAY ATHLETES:
I realize this may be a juvenile or foolish observation, but as far as
I’m concerned all sports are
gay. Good grief, just look at the
attire or lack thereof and you needn’t explore further.
I don’t get the current “thing” about athletes coming out regarding
their sexual identities because it’s nothing new. In recent days I’ve heard several famous
names in sports being thrown out there, but since we’re on the topic at the
moment, I’ll throw in my two cents for an historical perspective and remind
those in the media who obviously forgot or didn’t go back far enough – a
football player named David Kopay not only (eventually) outed himself (maybe
with “help,” I don’t remember), he also wrote a book about it. Now you know.
NOT AN OBAMA FAN:
You probably heard about freshman Congressman Tom Cotton’s rather
definitive opinion about the president’s performance a few days ago, offered on
the House floor, but if not here’s the Arkansas Republican’s impression in his
own words:
Whew! Were I the president, I’d much rather talk about
gay athletes than this. And then I'd hop aboard Air Force One and take a very costly vacation far, far away.
