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HIT ME WITH THE CHING CHING

“Jesus”

We are, second by second, bombarded with words, numbers, sites, sounds, posts, shares, faves, likes, red badges, yellow pages, blue checks, black flag but never the whites of their eyes, those are always staring into the screen.

But you think you can deny your child the screen?

You can’t deny yourself!

If you can’t, they won’t. What parents know, children know, and what parents know is that life inside the screen beckons, comforts, ensnares, all hours, all days. Parents — adults — take their eyes off the screen only when forced or on those very rare occasions when there’s actually something more interesting taking place beyond. Asking a child to not behave like their own parents is almost always doomed to failure. Children know.

You refuse because you are weak, afraid.

So you demand An Other usurp your role.

Apple!

Apple should make its devices so they don’t encourage screen time!

Stupid.

Apple’s entire business model is screen time!

Apple offers you an enticing screen for every waking moment. At work, on the toilet, seated in your favorite chair, standing in line for coffee, in your bed. A Mac, a Watch, an iPad, an iPhone, Apple TV. Always a screen within eye’s reach, like Coke makes it so there’s always a pop within arm’s reach.

If too much screen time is bad for children then it’s bad for adults.

If you are strong enough to restrict your child’s screen time be bold enough to restrict yours.

Probably, you won’t. You won’t for the same reason you consume too much food, too much junk, spend too much time seated, get not enough exercise, avoid getting involved, hope your parents don’t call. Because the omniscient now of the screen convinces you there is more pleasure within than without.

But it’s not just what’s inside the screen that lies to you, but the screen itself, its physical manifestations, its tactile calling. These beguile you. These convince you that a touch or tap or call will alight not only the screen, but your self. They will liberate your talents, unlock your creativity, unleash your productivity, spread your abilities across the world, shower you with riches — release your magic.

This is a lie.

If you possess magic — and you do — it resides within you and about you and does not need a device or screen or object to be made real.

Stop fearing your magic.

Stop cordoning off your magic within a screen.

Let your children see that.

THE SEVENTH HOUSE

“When the moon is in the Seventh House and Jupiter aligns with Mars then peace will guide the planets and love will steer the stars. This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius”

You fear believing in God.

You have been taught this is wrong, small, limiting, dumb, intolerant.

Free yourself of these false teachings.

I know you will.

An insanely great awakening is upon us — an embrace of God proceeding from our embrace of technology. Atheists are on the wrong side of history. Just as we outsourced our labor to the machines, now we are outsourcing our thinking, our calculating, our rational tasks. As a consequence, we are becoming more spiritual, more creative, and yes, more irrational, free to explore all our thoughts, impulses, desires, fears, hopes, aggressions.

Belief in magic, religion, in spirituality and God will accelerate and deepen because of, not despite of, the rise of big data, machines, robotics, electronics, computing and artificial intelligences. We become what our machines cannot. We go where our machines do not dare. Faith is our future. Spirituality is our expression. God, our salvation.

As we alter our bodies, our minds, upend society, reconstruct awareness and deconstruct all that came before, including markets, capitalism, value, power, wealth, influence and experience, there is a right path forward.

We just don’t know what it is.

Despite all our data, our computing, our connectedness.

These may be making us more lost.

The past is rapidly becoming more unknowable to us than the future. We are like Adam and Eve, better suited for what’s to come than for what’s come before us.

We will seek out God.

We are eager to know.

The world is soon unlike all that was.

No home, new modes of work, play, crafting, interaction, and the connection of all places and things to all people will lead millions, maybe billions, to forever wander the land, seeking friendships, seeking answers, a willful freeing of their mind and liberation from place forever altering our culture, and filling their emptiness by replenishing the spirit.

Nothing is how it’s supposed to be, it’s all not working. We have never been more empowered, more capable, more angry, more empty, and we sense, the fear and revulsion and excitement of it always on display, that the very idea of human, of person, of self may soon vanish forever. With our god-like powers, we have made pursuit of God necessary.

Some will find temporary solace in idol worship, idle pursuits.

The New Age of Astrology

In a stressful, data-driven era, many young people find comfort and insight in the zodiac—even if they don’t exactly believe in it.

Until you are ready to embrace the truth you will lurch into comfortable lies, sex, screens, the zodiac.

In 2013, when Sandhya was 32 years old, she downloaded the Astrology Zone app, looking for a road map. She felt lonely, and unappreciated at her nonprofit job in Washington, D.C., and she was going out drinking four or five times a week. “I was in the cycle of constantly being out, trying to escape,” she says.

False faith is your start, it will not be your finish.

God is in your future

SHITHOLE

“He could have turned sugar into cocaine.”

Shithole

Cunt

Faggot

Redneck

Nigger

Bitch

Cocksucker

Pussy

Tits

Trans

Genes

Death

Dick

Privilege

Masculine

White

Credit card

Kill

Jesus

Trump

Depression

Ugly

Autistic

Competitor

Patriot

Witchcraft

Conform

Constitution

Blockchain

Competency

Unemployment

Judgment

Candy

Grandmother Lil

Okay, Alexa, those are all the words you’re not allowed to use when my little girl asks you a question.

LITERALLY I CAN’T

“Oh my God. Shut the fuck up.”

Welcome, children, I know you are all eager to take this, your final exam after twelve long years of state-enforced, parent-required, union-run, 20th century-modelled education. Please, still still, quietly, disconnect from all devices, you may not access any videos or data sources, no search engines or spreadsheets, no archived information or virtual reality training enhancements. That is not how we do things at school!

Brian! I am talking. Stop your fidgeting!

Good.

Now, to ensure you are ready for adulthood, I will call on each of you to answer a series of questions. Please, answer each to the fullest of your abilities.

Deena, you first!

The following is a list of 1,000 great books representing the very best of our culture. Name all those you have read.

None? Really? Ok.

Describe the structure of America’s government?

You can’t?

Recite the first amendment.

Yes, let’s skip that one.

Can you explain compound interest?

Agreed, that is too hard.

Have you ever balanced a checkbook?

No, I suppose you haven’t.

Here is a basic geometry question, a trigonometry problem, and an algebraic riddle. Solve.

Yes, you did get them all wrong, dear.

Recite a line from Shakespeare.

To be or not — close enough!

Give me an example of a depreciating asset.

Depreciating asset.

Depreciating.

Asset.

Name 3 presidents.

Yes, we’ll accept two.

Here is an internal combustion engine with two basic problems. Fix them.

Fine, that was too hard.

Connect this common API with this popular app.

Yes, that was also too hard, I’ll give you that.

Spell “debilitate.”

No, just one ‘a’ I’m afraid.

No, not there.

No, not there, either.

D-e-b-i-l-i-t-a-t-e.

Agreed, spelling isn’t terribly important. We should probably remove that question from the test.

Why did America enter World War 1?

Agreed, that was over 100 years ago, let me change the question.

Why did America enter World War 2?

Nazis? Yes, we’ll accept that.

Here is a number set. Calculate for us the mean, median and mode.

No, wait. That’s obviously too difficult. Question withdrawn.

That’s everything we have for you, Deena. Congratulations, you passed! The future welcomes you.

CONSUMPTION NOW!

“Farmer is a happy crook. Jesus hates him every day. Cause Jesus gave and farmer took.” 

You no longer need to work on Maggie’s farm. Near-global, all-digital, easily accessible platforms bring the world to you.

With little effort, minimal costs, and a few keystrokes, you are everywhere, and everyone who connects with you becomes a walking, talking, image-making proponent of your brand, every customer a positive ripple in the commercial marketing zeitgeist — remember, this requires near nothing from you — you are fully realized, able to launch a business, sell your wares, instantly satisfy wants, needs and fulfillments inside a dizzying partly-physical, slightly virtual planet-spanning logistical ecosystem.

It is glorious.

Technology should enable us, extend us, liberate us, maximize our talents, our skills, our commitment.

But I remain uneasy.

Logan Paul is a very popular “YouTube star” with millions of viewers — literally, despite the fact that you never heard of him. His various antics are watched by millions mostly on small screens, smartphones, tablets, laptops. He earns a great deal of money through YouTube advertisements.

Until now.

Many people were upset by how they viewed Mr. Paul’s response to recently “finding” a dead body.

These people, certain their righteousness was more right than others, took to the same semi-global platforms to howl their outrage. Google promptly marginalized Mr. Paul’s YouTube channel.

Which is fully their right, in America, in the early 21st century, given that it is their platform.

Except, there aren’t very many of these wondrous platforms. Maybe there can’t be?

If you can’t express your thoughts on Twitter, or promote your wares on Facebook, or upload your video to YouTube, that low-barrier, low-cost, giant-digital mart gets really small really fast.

Should we allow this?

Three companies — Google, Facebook, Twitter — all headquartered in one small area of one state in the United States can, anytime they wish, marginalize any business, any talent, any idea, any voice.

That’s far too much power.

For now, I am not suggesting we seek government redress. But, we must keep vigilant.

But wait. There’s more.

Let’s imagine a world where Google, Facebook and Twitter — and nearby Apple, which makes the world’s most popular smartphone, the prime entryway to our global bazaar, which is made in a democratically-opposed nation — all always do the right thing.

They are tolerant of voices and ideas and the many ways these are expressed.

No fears, everyone hop aboard!

Now what?

Everyone’s able to buy and sell and market and collect in this glorious grand parade of digitalized commerce.

But shouldn’t there be more?

Or different?

Check out my Amazon e-store!

Use the brand code from my Instagram feed!

Click on the App Store link on my blog!

All well and good, true enough. But it’s just stuff and money, honestly.

I deeply appreciate the always-learning, never-sleeping, constantly-iterating, desperately-challenging consensual hallucination that is capitalism. I do. It has extended our lives, broadened our minds, liberated our days.

But all we’re doing with these blessings is consuming.

That seems like a major failure on our part — not something we can blame on technology or capitalism or even small minds.

Rather, fear.

Let’s stop being afraid.

Let’s build what comes next to be better than who we are now.

I GOT I GOT I GOT I GOT

“I was born like this, since one like this, immaculate conception.
I transform like this, perform like this, was Yeshua’s new weapon.
I don’t contemplate, I meditate, then off your fucking head.”

This song is garbage.

Unlistenable.

All those who suggest it is a great song by a great artist, a testament of lived experience, are wrong.

It’s garbage.

7-11 taquitos.

Worse, maybe, the music is an annoying, ear-swatting, repetitive screech from some keyboard pressed play then left on repeat.

The lyrics a reflection of a culture, debased.

No — a culture debased, swallowed whole, regurgitated, then re-packaged for consumption.

The world should not be this.

Pop music form has regressed, like so much else. Deconstruction has set us backwards, not revealed fuller truths. Pop music reached its zenith in the late 1960s, rock music in the 1970s, rap in the 1980s and we’ve tried so hard to find the next, failed, but kept trying, and we had our punk and rage and metal and the many nonsensical iterations of metal and country rock and country pop and rap soul and pop soul and grunge and old school but they all kept slamming up against one another, all trying to sound new, and failing, because the form itself can’t be made greater, there can only be something to replace it, except the machine that is commerce refuses to let go, fearful of losing any money and so just as painting was doomed to never reach greater heights in the 20th century — after photography and literal moving pictures were born — so too is pop music likewise now just poses, winks, nods and fuck yous to the establishment, to the fans, the believers.

No, Taylor Swift is the equivalent of your dad starting a conversation with you by discussing the most recent favorable outcome of your favorite sports team. Comforting, possibly inviting, but not the point.

We know we must go forward and we have no idea what that means.

Pop music was a gift by and from and, sadly, to the 20th century.

All we’re doing now is pretending garbage like “DNA” is listenable. Art.

“See, you’s a, you’s a, you’s a—
Bitch, your hormones prolly switch inside your DNA
Problem is, all that sucker shit inside your DNA
Daddy prolly snitched, heritage inside your DNA.”

A front, a pose, playacting, the “artist,” as fully realized, human wrecking crew, manifesting ripples in the force, all the world pays attention.

It’s false. It’s shit. Don’t give it any part of you.

“I don’t contemplate, I meditate, then off your fucking head
This that put-the-kids-to-bed
This that I got, I got, I got, I got
Realness, I just kill shit ’cause it’s in my DNA
I got millions, I got riches buildin’ in my DNA.”

Everybody chasing money, whole world in debt.

This is what we’ve allowed our world to become.

Debased, violent, greedy.

And still can’t come up with a way out.

Lamar’s talent is to feast on this shit and puke gold. Yours is not. You fool yourself to think otherwise.

Lamar excels in this world, bad as it is, rotten as he knows it is, and you are welcome to embrace that rottenness, to try and be like Lamar, except fail miserably at it. Or, you can take another path, a path that leaves this rot behind.

Lamar has a gift. The word flow, punctured beat, syncopated rap, the phrases, the rhythms, the repeats, all coming so fast, so strong, you hear his beauty poking out from beneath all the excess, and all of it wasted in the flesh, in the cash, in the now, with all that anger

This won’t take us forward.

Create something beautiful.

But if you can’t create something beautiful, probably that’s because this reality won’t allow it to come to life.

We’ll have to change this reality.

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