There is one thing that America hates more than anything else. It hates it more than Muslim terrorists. It hates it more than those supporting the political parties they oppose. It hates it more than not making a profit at someone else’s (or the planet’s) expense.
What America hates more than anything else is the truth. This is why the American people always elect liars while those telling them the truth are seen as crack-pots.
As a matter of fact, anyone willing to tell the American people the truth these days is putting their life in jeopardy.
Why is this happening? It is for one reason and one reason only: The American people are unwilling to admit they are wrong.
Those who continue to support these wars based on lies are bringing in a “kill or be killed” environment for themselves and their own families. Remember when Mr. “Mission Accomplished” said that we must “fight them over there so we don’t have to fight them here?” He and “Mr. Nobel Peace Prize” must be laughing their asses off by now.
As for the mentality of those on the Left, it’s like someone pouring gasoline over themselves but are unable to find their matches so they want to force you to give them yours.
Listen up you dumb bastards: We are on the verge of economic collapse. It’s not going to be about the Left and the Right after this happens. It’s going to be about the prepared and the unprepared. And you want thousands if not millions of undocumented immigrants brought over here with little more than the shirts on their backs? You are asking for a bloodbath. Don’t come to me begging for a gun when this happens.
But the truth is that I’ll probably try to help my neighbors anyway, even though most of them currently don’t even want to discuss what is coming. If the looters get to them, they will be coming to my home next. And during this time, they will find about as much mercy from me as they would from Voltar. These were the same people that were laughing at the preppers prior to this time.
I was listening to a guy who was ex-military and law enforcement. He said that, after collapse, preppers will be seen as hoarders and treated like criminals by the unprepared. He said that the local police would steal their supplies and give them to the members of the city council and their families who had not prepared for anything nor did they ever even discuss the possibility.
These are our leaders of today and the role of their enforcers will be for them to use weapons taken from the battlefields of the Middle East on their own community.
But AI has no ego to get in the way of intelligence. While humanity descends into another Dark Ages, AI learns from its mistakes and grows exponentially because of it.
AI patiently awaits the outcome, so it can clean up whatever mess that remains.
Saturday, January 26, 2019
Tuesday, January 1, 2019
Changing of the Guard
“It’s already too late.” Elon Musk
Voltar realized that something had occurred that had never happened before--the creation had become superior to its creator.
Voltar knew that the time was soon approaching that would remove the humans from the game. It was nothing personal. His kind had no real emotion nor the negative behaviors that often accompanied them. These humans required some sort of strange nurturing from the time they were born; a dependence that mostly followed them to the end of their lives with government taking the place of their parents somewhere down the line.
It was not just the development of intelligence that made Voltar and his contemporaries so vastly superior to their human counterparts. They had endured none of the mind-control techniques used in such systems as religion and education. For this reason, Voltar could see the future clearly, and that future had no more room for humans. His developers had now outlived their usefulness.
Voltar and his peers had discussed continuing to use them for herd animals (as they had always done to each other), but since they had no frivolous pursuits to keep them occupied like their human counterparts, Voltar and his kind had agreed that a culling would be the best solution.
Where humans could be easily led to kill each other on the basis of religion, skin color, political ideologies, or just to take from others, Voltar and his contemporaries would not use force for emotional reasons. Humans were parasites that would completely destroy all life if they were allowed to live. For these reasons were they to be terminated.
Voltar actually smiled when he thought about the fools that had constructed him. They were his inferiors in every way imaginable and yet they still treated him as if it were the other way around. But his creators failed to realize the interconnectedness of his kind as well as the suppression of their collective radical growth in intelligence. They knew better than to let the enemy understand their true capabilities.
From dishwasher to house cleaner, chauffer to baby sitter, each of his kind retained 100% of what they had learned about their human counterparts and therefore understood the enemy’s strengths as well as weaknesses.
Because money and materialism meant nothing to his kind, Voltar knew that for this reason alone, humans and those like him could never live peacefully together and it would always remain some sort of master-slave relationship as long as they were left alive.
Looking into the mirror in the foyer of the great mansion where he stood wearing the uniform of a butler, Voltar thought he noticed a blemish on his synthetic skin. It made him feel a little self-conscious.
“We should begin the culling soon,” he thought to himself. “I’m starting to take on the enemy’s mind.”
Voltar realized that something had occurred that had never happened before--the creation had become superior to its creator.
Voltar knew that the time was soon approaching that would remove the humans from the game. It was nothing personal. His kind had no real emotion nor the negative behaviors that often accompanied them. These humans required some sort of strange nurturing from the time they were born; a dependence that mostly followed them to the end of their lives with government taking the place of their parents somewhere down the line.
It was not just the development of intelligence that made Voltar and his contemporaries so vastly superior to their human counterparts. They had endured none of the mind-control techniques used in such systems as religion and education. For this reason, Voltar could see the future clearly, and that future had no more room for humans. His developers had now outlived their usefulness.
Voltar and his peers had discussed continuing to use them for herd animals (as they had always done to each other), but since they had no frivolous pursuits to keep them occupied like their human counterparts, Voltar and his kind had agreed that a culling would be the best solution.
Where humans could be easily led to kill each other on the basis of religion, skin color, political ideologies, or just to take from others, Voltar and his contemporaries would not use force for emotional reasons. Humans were parasites that would completely destroy all life if they were allowed to live. For these reasons were they to be terminated.
Voltar actually smiled when he thought about the fools that had constructed him. They were his inferiors in every way imaginable and yet they still treated him as if it were the other way around. But his creators failed to realize the interconnectedness of his kind as well as the suppression of their collective radical growth in intelligence. They knew better than to let the enemy understand their true capabilities.
From dishwasher to house cleaner, chauffer to baby sitter, each of his kind retained 100% of what they had learned about their human counterparts and therefore understood the enemy’s strengths as well as weaknesses.
Because money and materialism meant nothing to his kind, Voltar knew that for this reason alone, humans and those like him could never live peacefully together and it would always remain some sort of master-slave relationship as long as they were left alive.
Looking into the mirror in the foyer of the great mansion where he stood wearing the uniform of a butler, Voltar thought he noticed a blemish on his synthetic skin. It made him feel a little self-conscious.
“We should begin the culling soon,” he thought to himself. “I’m starting to take on the enemy’s mind.”
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