Wednesday, April 30, 2025

Surviving in the Worst Possible Way


TV
and radio stations are eating
our brains.

In order to survive an economy full of uncertainty, the networks and local stations appear to be assaulting our minds with more commercials than ever before.  Regrettably, the audio and visual sensory bangers have become even more annoying with sound effects and sight concoctions seldom imagined in the past.  Often, the worst attention-getters (particularly on radio) are repeated extravagantly over the course of just a few hours to make sure everybody gets the message.  Unfortunately, faithful viewers or listeners get far more -- a repetitive assault to the senses demanding one's full attention.  If you tune in to a particular radio station (yes, especially radio) all day long, the sound effects and endless repetition make war on your thoughts, dreams and intentions until you belong to the clatter.  You are held prisoner until you either turn the device off or change to another station -- where you're likely to attain a similar assault.  The historical tradeoff among listeners, viewers and predatory airwave snake oil sellers has never exhibited more desperation, all in the name of broadcast survival.

Years ago I worked in public relations and among my assignments was to support members of the legal profession.  Like TV and radio commercials, my job was to make somebody or something look great and appealing.  At times, I wanted to gag, because some people are simply just deplorable, and prettying them up was a chore beyond reason.

It's the same with advertisements among the electronic media, some products are great and some become a waste of time and money.  I tend to regard various products based upon the frequency with which they are advertised.  In some cases, the more something is advertised, the worse it is, and I would sooner seek out a competitor who is probably cheaper (not paying for all those commercials) and likely offering better quality because their time goes into quality instead of worry over how to make a lesser (or inferior) product seem wonderful via the media.

Whether it's "drive time" hours on the radio or peak viewing time on the television, this is the period when management often takes advantage of a heightened audience to concentrate on presenting many more commercials than usual.  They can't be blamed, for this is the opportunity to make a profit and pay the bills.  Still, I feel I must protest, and our best tool is to shop the competition until and unless broadcast management comes to its senses and reforms the brain-blasting commercials proliferating as a neurological assault on the senses.  Yes, the media is the message. but the message, as in older days of broadcasting, can surely be toned down.

Yet, the sad result require that, visually, your favorite movies and TV shows have been edited, shortened and mutilated in order to make room for ever more commercial messages.  On radio, your favorite shows with specific hosts should probably be renamed, "Welcome to Commercial Land" with your occasional host of insertion, John Smith.  Not even radio talk shows belong to the hosts anymore, they having become little more than toothpicks to hold together the hors d'oeuvres of sponsorship.

(Bonus:  The increasing use of a sponsor's family members in commercials, intended to somehow make them more trustworthy or cute to us, is an ego-booster for the sponsor but absurd for the unimpressed potential customer.)

The price?  All of this is enough to drive one back to classical music on the local public broadcast station.  Chopin's orchestrations never sounded better.

Living with the occult:  Last weekend we witnessed the largest evidence of The Occult, alive and well as millions across the planet engaged in a little afterlife and life-eternal worship.  Not only is Pope Francis finally dead, dead, dead -- topped off by the proverbial nail in the coffin -- but we can now expect the mystical ceremony of Catholic leadership locked in a room, secretly determining a successor's identity.  Good grief, between this stuff and the world's fascination with professional athletics, there are times I wish I were anything but human.  Pardon my blasphemy, but I kind of believe the Pope and a fresh road-kill squirrel were transported to the same place following death, except nobody dressed the squirrel up and made it pretty for the Great Beyond as The Faithful passed by to have a look.  Oh, what we believe and how we believe!  Methinks we may be doomed as the invasive species we appear to be.  Minus our rituals we are but death's dust in the wind.

While the Catholic hierarchy determine the next pope's identity, I wish our American hierarchy would begin stripping the Catholic Church of its ability to steal our tax money in order to "settle" people from other countries whose existence here we all end up paying for quite handsomely.  If the Church wants to be charitable, let the Church pay for the charity, all of it, from cradle to grave.  No religion should be entitled to pick your pockets without personal consent.

Note to the Sacred College of cardinals as they ponder a pope:  Instead of releasing either white or black smoke into the air (um, isn't this the pollution they grouse about?), why not display a sense of humor and release both blue and pink smoke, a birthing joke guaranteed to set the faithful masses spinning?

Everybody hates Trump:  Attempting to clean up four years' worth of what Biden and associates left behind must be like trying to tidy up what 1000 elephants deposit over the course of a year, yet polls show many Americans clamoring for Donald Trump's end after just a few weeks.  So just what WOULD they do with China, already using high tariffs to keep our products away from their country?  And what would they do with China as it edges forward toward America's planned destruction?  The Fentanyl aspect alone, responsible for thousands of deaths in the U.S., should be enough to characterize Xi Xi (we'll just call him number 11x2=24. . .) and fellow commies as the modern version of Nosferatu.  A little Trump sunlight is required to diminish this troublesome, yet economically conquerable beast.  The "dangerous" game Trump plays is accomplished for our benefit, and remember that the Biden bunch as well as its lying media buddies screwed us almost beyond redemption regarding truth, Covid, the economy and our place in the world.  Nevertheless, there they are, the scummiest insects among Democrats in Congress, having consistently lost reasonable party members long ago, scurrying across the floor with even more threats of a new Trump impeachment -- and they will do it, given the next opportunity.

Oh, oh, oh Canada!  You did it again.  The election outcome was your choice, of course, but you may as well have brought Trudeau back.  Did some of you really think your biggest threat was Donald Trump?  Wait until your government cozies up more with China and the rest of the world's worst. The monster hiding under your beds, attired in shining maple leaves, brought back by popular demand, is political tyranny, and still you may find your freedoms stunted and your lives put at risk simply by saying or writing words. Did you not remember what Trudeau and friends did to Canadian truckers when they protested and lost so much just because they wanted fairness?   I'll predict that it won't be long before Canadians reflect promptly and unfavorably about their cookie-cutter political choice with Mark Carney and the liberal party, as the ghost of Justin Trudeau's rule re-exerts itself.

Monday, April 21, 2025

From Artificial to Adversarial Intelligence


Breaking the Broken News:
  Pope Francis has died, and we offer condolences to all who were positively affected by his presence.  Though not Catholic, I would seriously consider accepting a position as the next Church pontiff.  All I need would be Holy water, a Bible, a shotgun and plenty of ammo (sometimes considerable force is required to make one turn the other cheek).

In recent days we've been assured by the Expert Class that artificial intelligence (AI) will soon take over a plethora of jobs performed by humans, leaving subsequently unemployed masses to. . .do what?  Spend their days leisurely attending pickle ball games until unemployment insurance runs out?  Then what?  Retrain for new jobs which will likely also disappear as AI gets its hooks into human chores?  Can you smell riots in the streets?

Shouldn't somebody stand up, face the public squarely in the face and say, hey everybody, um, those chip factories you're trying to build faster than ice cream stands -- what if, two or three years from now, we discover something way better than chips and they become equivalent to the blunderbuss in terms of modern technology?  And what if retrofitting is not an option?

Meanwhile, at Florida State University a young man shot two people to death and wounded several others, and once shot by cops himself and transported to a hospital he refused to answer any questions.  Of interest was a news reporter saying that the suspect was known to have ADHD, presumably on medications, and has also been on drugs for some such diminished growth syndrome.  Yet, just days ago the scientific media reported that ADHD was now found perhaps not to exist at all and that popular medications may have little to do with caring for a condition which may not even exist.

Regarding growth hormones or whatever this guy may have been on, I was reminded of a medical information job I had years ago where I encountered some renegade medical study where young boys on some medical regimen were required to have their penises measured for length consistently.  Whether this had any relationship to their physical height I do not know, but it was just peculiar and funny to encounter report after daily report of medical staff conducting penis measurements!

Pack 'em up and ship 'em out:  Strange how the rotten Biden bunch could fly in as many plane loads of absolutely illegal immigrants from other countries as they wished, but the courts now have a problem with Trump attempting to send them back, despite overwhelming public support for bye-bye one and all.

Bring me the head, oops, I mean bed of Abrego Garcia:  Illegal immigrants appear often so proficient at one thing -- making babies.  So many deficiencies when it comes to staying here, but so much success in the bed when offspring are produced and deposited widely at society's expense like so many fly specks.  Maryland Senator Chris Hollen has already irritated fellow Democrats and of course Trump conservatives for his bull-headed attempts to return Garcia to the USA (only, if justice prevails, to be deported again).

Speaking of MS-13 (were we?) and other gangs, we found at least some delight in a recent study indicating that tattoo inks may be toxic, readily absorbed into the body.  While we wish no toxic ink harm to legal subjects, if tattoo ink takes out members of entire criminal gangs that would be a bonus.

Then there's the other rotting fish head known as the ACLU, seemingly in my opinion a tank full of leftist lawyers afflicted not in a small way with hatred of American values and willing to go all out to protect anybody or any institution which goes against established law.  I briefly joined as a subscribing member years ago before I understood the left, but as far as I'm concerned they are to me what the Muslim Brotherhood is to several Middle Eastern countries -- that is, the MB is banned there.  Our American CAIR is an offshoot of the MB, but enjoys the freedoms in this country that it wouldn't in, say, Egypt, which considers the MB a criminal group. Make of all of this what you will.

David Hogg Returns:  He apparently left his hamster wheel in order to became vice something or another of some sort of failing leftist debris, whatever.  If he actually saves the Democrat Party from itself, we can only imagine how it will look.

Smile, you're on camera:  A University of Michigan coach was fired and arrested for finding ways to retrieve female students' and other women's personal --make that naked -- photos from individual accounts.  In my opinion, if you're stupid enough, no matter your gender, to put yourself out there minus attire and/or being suggestive, I say share the whole damned lot with the world.  At last, posed photos that show humans as we really are, instead of staged pictures where you're hugging your grandmother or petting the cat. Bring it on.

Taxes, taxes, taxes:  Congress and Trump must put forth a major tax cut for everybody, especially for "the rich" so they will use some the money to create businesses and jobs (which, isn't it strange, hardly ever succeed without startup funds).  Meanwhile, as some insist that Trump fire Fed chairman Jerome Powell, what we really need is for the Fed itself to go away and let us go back to the Treasury as our main economic source.  The Fed has too many banks involved with too many foreign connections, we believe.

Pets Need Adoption:  And they don't post naked photos of themselves on the Internet, either.  Problem is, lots of people anxious to adopt dogs, cats, rabbits, etc., are prevented from doing so for one simple reason:  One visit to the veterinarian can be costly, even financially ruinous.  Because we humans have put so many animals in precarious positions over time, maybe we should require some government funding for pet health care, and this will obviously alleviate the overflow in the nation's pet shelters.  Animals can't speak for themselves, obviously, but why should they have to communicate the needs we all know they have?

Monday, April 14, 2025

Delivering Your New I-Phone Wrapped in a Shroud

Whatever remains of rational, thinking people in the USA surely realize that if China's Chairman Xi and his fellow communists could each be shrunken to a size less than an inch they would end up being rolled across a forest floor by dung beetles endowed with an ability to know pure poop when they encounter it.  Beyond the obligatory phony political praise offered by heads of state intent upon putting lipstick on swine, one simply cannot pretty up the Chinese criminal elite any more than one can remove the odor of a days-old human corpse discovered in a hotel bed with a deodorizing fabric refresher.

President Trump's gigantico-colossal tariff on Chinese electronics fell flat on its face, at least for now, not because he blinked, but because the American consumers swooned into panic mode, demanding instant gratification of their electronic phone addiction.  How far we have fallen!

Recent studies demonstrating that men are gradually losing testosterone at an alarming rate must surely be true because America's young males (and no doubt females who nevertheless may somehow have acquired minor amounts of testosterone, as opposed to their boyfriends who are losing it!) worship the chip over the hands-on effort, the digital recreation over basic common sense and critical thinking -- the robotic over the brute strength.

How much do Americans love the phone?  Enough to overlook the Asian merchant harboring intentions to dominate the world and their very lives, apparently. That China imprisons its own people and then kills them to use/sell their vital organs means nothing?  Remember the toxic pet foods that killed our favorite dogs and cats? Toxic toys from China?

Is a brand new I-Phone purchase worth the Chinese-produced and delivered chemicals used to produce Fentanyl which, ironically, likely killed off numerous I-Phone users among the thousands of dead in this country?  Is that spanking new phone worth child labor and forced slavery of the Uighur class, whilst the communists continue murdering off members of various religions including Christians?

Isn't it bad enough that China, with the help of the Hollywood elite, has a firm grip on the content of your favorite motion pictures, making sure not to allow anything critical of its communist swine to appear on screen?

All of this, yet we must have that new phone, not to mention the quest for bright new laptops and other shiny objects to keep us amused, stupid and under control from both here and abroad.  Lie to us all you wish, but where is that phone, the one for which the money we pay indirectly goes to China's hope for Arctic dominance, not to mention its plans for a one-owner moon and warring tactics among its satellites in space?  And then there is China's head start on scooping up rare earth minerals as it plows through Africa and other countries willing to sell out their own people.

How thrilled will those who just gotta have the newest phone remain if China activates a multitude of viruses directly threatening our electricity and water resources which are routinely controlled on the Internet?  Stealing America's intellectual property and defense secrets over the decades with absolute impunity has paid off, as we contemplate our own brilliance being turned against us.

Yes, by all means smack down Trump's tariff plans for China, so maybe they can import more university "students" to spy on us and steal more intellectual property, as these folks remain faithful by demand to secret Chinese police and intelligence agents stationed right here in the good old gullible USA.  After all, if they spy 24/7 on their own citizens in China, why wouldn't they do the same in the USA as they attempt to monitor all of us and the world itself?

Insist upon getting that phone from China!  What money they don't use to weaponize themselves for our own demise they can pass along to buy more farmland in the USA for purposes unknown, though setting up shop near our missile bases seems an interesting maneuver.  China can also use that phone money to import a saturation of well-advised "illegal" immigrants across our borders, while simultaneously paying for elite women of privilege to enjoy "birth tourism" as they fly into the USA to deliver their instant dual-citizenship babies whose existence may because very important in years of assumed darkness to come.

Who cares about the Chinese hacking into our computers and dispatching spy balloons coast to coast (thanks again, Joe Biden and his puppeteers) when we can get our hands on a new phone just in time to be cool?

Hey, don't make a big deal out of this.  After all, old Mao Tse-tung himself murdered well over 70 million of his own Chinese people, so we aren't dealing with anybody or anything on such a ruthless level, are we?  

Yes, we are. The lesson clearly has not been learned by dumbed-down Americans who obviously can't comprehend what's actually at stake, and it's much more than a damned addiction phone.

Monday, April 7, 2025

It Knows What Scares You

Small minds, short memories?  Even after the great Democrat demons Biden and Co. almost finished off the USA's power and economy for good, a decades-long goal of the world's leftist community, a substantial number of their zombie supporters remain to protest against Trump with nation-wide DEMON-strations and sign-waving.  We're pretty sure that the hordes of masses out on the streets last weekend were well-paid Democrat supporters or shirtsleeve acquaintances whose brains rotted long ago into thoughtless mush easily led by the fright faction.

Did these people not know who Donald Trump was before the election?  He was put back into Office overwhelmingly because people wanted an ongoing -- a pending -- national economic, illegal alien and nonsense-driven disaster abated.

All the left knows how to do is frighten us to death, tax everybody they can and spend as much as they wish.  That, dear reader, is the corpse on life support known as your modern Democrat Party.

So what is the Democrats' alternative plan to bail us out of national collapse?  Don't bother looking because there is no plan, nothing, zero.  But the party's rusted proponents perform exceptionally well at blaming Trump and others for troubles especially of their own making, rather than spewing forth a legitimate solution.  Promoting panic in the streets has traditionally been far easier than solving problems, and these folks administer chaos expertly.

At least this President is trying to do something for the people as a businessman, not a politician.  Will his tariff attack work to tame the world's unfair trade practices?  We don't know, but let's try some different approach, rather than forging ahead with the same foolish actions orchestrated year after year by bureaucrats wearing blindfolds or engaging in selfish agendas.

No matter what Trump does, as already evidenced by a tank full of federal judges who, strangely, seem to believe they were elected to the presidency, the left and all the usual crackpots and troublemakers attached perpetually to its very structure will use every trick in their plastic woodshed to keep his policies useless.  How much more obvious can it be that the remnants of a once at least somewhat relevant political party exist only to block, delay and crush fresh ideas, particularly from the right?

Where is the adventurous spirit in this country?  Are the American people going to be swayed by Senator Schumer and the wussie stock market?  The stock market's fortunes turn on a dime with a change in wind direction, and assuming Trump's tariff ideas work out, the country and the people will be in far better shape than we are destined to be under previous conditions driven by political blunders on both sides of the aisle.  Without change -- and believe me, I often hate change -- we're steering for a cliff and no good exit.  For now, let's leave the bogeyman under the bed and open a window for a fresh breeze of true hope.

Meanwhile, back at the Luigi Mangione Fan Club:  We're obligated to suggest that he is only the alleged murderer of a health insurance CEO.  That said, we are more than disturbed that an alleged homicidal monster who shoots his victim in the back, a coward who doesn't even have the courage to face his intended human target, is honored as a hero by so many.  This peculiar attitude, a phenomenon apparently seen as normal in various quarters, obviously arises from the left, the same mentally deprived creatures who foster the falsehood that male and female genders are 100 percent interchangeable with a little drugging here and a little surgery there.  Is this the new image of the all-American boy?  If a trial produces the guilty verdict that it should, why not a back-shooting federal government firing squad (in New York State, there is no death penalty) as equal punishment?  Unless, of course, this perp of privilege is merely too busy signing autographs and answering fan mail to face execution.

Farewell, Jay North:  TV's Dennis the Menace is dead at age 73 (cancer).  In many ways, "Dennis" epitomized what truly was once the all-American boy, unlike the treacherous creature described in our previous paragraph.