Open Thread - Friday, January 18, 2019
Last week, I set a comment record! More comments than any posting stimulated either here or TOP. The preceding Thursday night, I was post beer web surfing, when I ran across the Charles Pierce bit. I replaced the original posting quote and figured the Pierce quote would draw some derision, but I had not anticipated the level of conversation provocation.
Manipulation of the human herd, and reality molding are pet subjects of mine. Along with history revision, and tribalism. I think the reality control project begins with not demanding accountable. For the last few decades, politicians, doctors, clergy, police, military, corporate executives, banks, MIC, gun huggers, the pious, state's rights advocates, property rights advocates, forced birthers, sovereign citizens and many other special interests have not been held to account. The stimuli to the system has resulted in systemic failures and diminished quality of life.
I worked with complex systems, and in continuous improvement environments. No change is undertaken without a detailed description of the proposed change/input to the system and a measurement plan. The troglodytes running the show are winging it, and we all suffer for their incompetence.
Obviously, I mis-gauged the stimuli to last week's conversation. The real question remains. About that accountability? Where's the wage growth? The mo' better healthcare? The polite fucking society created by fucking guns? The post racism inclusiveness? The minding your own fucking business? Where are The Libertarians boycotting highways, bridges, parks, airports, …? Why aren't these fucking hucksters accountable? Just fucking asking.
Hypothesis, abstract, discussion and conclusion. Things are funked up and the zombie apocalypse is upon us. The herd is brain washed and wandering untethered.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
~ Rudyard Kipling ~
Have a great funkin' weekend. The thread is OPEN.