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the future has arrived only its evenly distributed


“Jesus was way cool. Everybody liked Jesus.”

Posit: weaponized AIs that can identify, with a very high rate of success, gifted children who will (in 5, 10, 20 years) be wildly successful in their endeavors, be that basketball, mathematics, rocketry, logistics, piano.

The nation-state controls these AIs.

The nation-state then takes that child’s parents and siblings and imprisons them. It can be a nice prison, of course.

The gifted child, once successful, understands he must never leave, else his family’s prison turn harsh.

Fantastical? Only just.

I like to envision the fantastical. I like also to posit alternate histories, imagine alighting between just-touching universes, or crossing the sims, whichever is easiest for you to envision.

In what sim is the brilliant, hard-charging, visionary Elon Musk operating a giant Ponzi scheme, taking in billions and billions of dollars from taxpayers to fund a variety of (green!) (sustainable!) (tech!) (good jobs!) enterprises that will never succeed because they can never reach net profit?

Another one: In what sim is Elon Musk the Propaganda Minister of The Government?

Preparing us all for the inevitable?

Know this: not all will survive World War 3.

Most will die.

You, your spouse, your children, your friends, colleagues, nearly everyone you know wiped out in the massively scalable partially nuclear conflagration that leaves just over 6 billion humans dead in under 3 years.

But for those of us that survive?

There is hope.

We will need solar power infrastructure — the traditional power grid is long since wiped out.

We will need clean water and shelter, shelter maintained via the power collected, stored, and generated from solar panels, panels which power the many “powerwalls” inside our shelters, and inside our meeting places and the reconstructed offices where we begin anew the efforts to establish a government, a economy, a society.

Can’t distribute oil, obviously, so the few cars that remain don’t operate. But the Teslas do.

Oh, and how did I survive?

Like the Londoners who took to the subway tunnels in World War 2, I was inside the tunnels that Musk’s company bored throughout the country. These saved millions of us.

We still have some far-reaching and highly reliable communications links thanks to the satellites Musk put into orbit.

We make regular use of the wise, humanized AI which Musk supported. It’s knowledge and care now help guide us out of these new dark ages quickly.

And our leaders? The billionaires?

They are safe, on Mars.

On the colony Musk established.

They will return once we’ve re-established order.

Musk couldn’t save everyone, of course, that’s just not realistic.


“Well, I came upon a child of God.”

Baby Boomers are next in line to die.

What next?

“Boomers” had a considerable impact upon the culture to this point but the culture from this point seems determined to burnish the past, all of it, if possible.

Boomers out on the pavement thinkin bout the government but soon no one will ever know, just as no one now really cares.

“We are stardust. We are golden. We are caught in the devils bargain. And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.”

We are the net result of our tools and our tools are remaking life, living, working, learning, playing, and dramatically impacting our physical and mental parts, making it so there’s no way for anyone to go back, to live as before, to be like those before, and so — in defiance and in rage and in glory and in fear — those who are next will seek to destroy, literally, all the signs, symbols, relics and leavings of those from before.

All the great artists of the Baby Boomer age, even The Beatles, who are peerless, will soon be publicly scorned, the controllers of the levers of popular culture deriding anything that smacks of the past attempting to seep into the now.

All the grand symbols of Baby Boomer culture will be torn down.

The Vietnam Memorial does not celebrate America, American greatness, nor heroism. It is a dark reminder of a stark time, a time that influenced Baby Boomers probably more than any other. By, say, 2029, the Vietnam Memorial will be toppled. Likewise, the arenas which the boomers took over and made their own, universities and media, in particular, will be fully de-constructed.

This is messy stuff.

But what of when everything’s all digital, virtual, erasable?

When destruction is clean.

Should we place any restrictions on what and who may be erased, and why?

Feasible: In 2022, your watch informs you that you are allotted an additional 32g of protein. You walk into the market and your earbuds list all your available rewards and coupons. Your smartphone automatically shares your location with your spouse and children, whose reminder bots also speak in your ear, urging you to buy them some chips. Your purchases are logged, the money instantly debited from your preferred account, as your steps are recorded, along with your caloric consumption, which is instantly sent to your primary care physician, whose algorithms alter — just slightly — their recommendations for you, which then reduces the cost of your medical insurance, all while this flow of data is beamed to a university, one whose research study you approved of, which is examining your longevity and all of those with similar DNA.

Potential: None of this happens, not one bit, because you — in a fleeting fit of foolishness — mocked a recent government decision. Or went online and derided a beloved cultural icon, or made a joke which all the right people found to be sufficiently repellant. Or are a Canadian country artist, like Shania Twain, and dared suggest that America’s president, presently Donald Trump, isn’t so bad.

Thought crimes are the new accounting.

We are already actively engaged in the digital disappearing of those guilty of offenses to the senses.

On social media:

NBC was quick to remove all photos of Matt Lauer off the “Today” show’s social channels following news that the longtime co-host has been fired amid a sexual harassment allegation.

As of Wednesday morning, “Today’s” website, Facebook page, and Twitter account have been scrubbed of Lauer’s name and picture.

In film:

Ridley Scott said he quickly decided to replace Kevin Spacey from “All the Money in the World” after hearing the news of his sexual harassment allegations.

Very quietly, Scott said he quickly put into motion a plan to cut out Spacey and shoot his scenes with another actor.

No doubt, you’ve already been made aware of individuals being removed from Twitter, Facebook, and other virtual arenas. Or that, if you don’t speak the acceptable speak, you’re banished from YouTube, meaning you are effectively banished from speaking non-acceptable speak.

No doubt, you are aware that the original Star Wars films have been altered, multiple times. Soon, those originals will never be accessible.

Just like your (neighbor’s) daughter won’t be able to enter the popular metaverse playground with her schoolmates — because of what the wife said, on Facebook, which everyone saw.

In nearly all recent cases, the banning mob is led by self-labelled “progressives” who insist they stand on the right side of the future.

Let’s hope not.

While it’s still in our power, and since it won’t be for long, let’s do our best to embed right rules into our erasable knowledge.

  1. We should each have the right to control all our own data.
  2. We should each have the right to be forgotten, should we choose.
  3. We acknowledge the means to digitally erase a person or group, the past, an idea, or an other, but we will use this power only after much consideration and due hesitancy, making the act as rare as a unicorn.

You know who was at Woodstock? Everyone who said they were.

Except for the writer of Woodstock, Joni Mitchell, she was not there.

Prove me wrong.


“The moment I wake up.”

This is Leeza. She is 8 years old. She has inoperable brain cancer. Leeza’s only wish is that you pray for her and her family.


God bless, Leeza!

I’m saying a prayer for you and your family right now, Leeza. God bless you, dear child!

Who did Leeza’s parents vote for?

What does that matter?

Healthcare for all is what matters!

She still wouldn’t survive!

How many more children must die before we get universal healthcare coverage?


There is no God. Praying is stupid.

Oh great white man in the sky please let this child live forever.


You people are sick. She’s a child.

Time to learn.

We will say a prayer!

Why is this in my timeline?

Can you please explain more about Leeza’s condition?

Leeza is a stupid name.

This just breaks my heart. No child should have to go through this.

A pic or it didn’t happen.


“I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto?”

The rich young man informed Jesus that he faithfully obeyed each of the commandments. The rich young man was certain Jesus would smile, nod, bless him, then send him on.

Jesus did not.

Instead, Jesus told the man to sell his possessions, give all his wealth to the poor.

We are led to believe the man did no such thing.

Was he right?

We spend too much time admiring the rich, discussing the rich, attempting to copy the rich, rather than seeking to understand the poor, and poverty, and living without.

Chamath Palihapitiya is a very rich man.

He has Facebook money.

Mr. Palihapitiya, who also owns the Golden State Warriors and possesses interests in various other tech companies, is, I doubt you are surprised to learn, quick to tell others what they are doing wrong Recently, however, he told us what he did wrong: helped build Facebook.

“The short-term, dopamine-driven feedback loops that we have created are destroying how society works. No civil discourse. No cooperation. Misinformation. Mistruth. And it’s not an American problem. This is not about Russian ads. This is a global problem. So we are in a really bad state of affairs right now, in my opinion.”

Do not expect Mr. Palihapitiya to hand over any of his Facebook money or other worldly possessions.

Do not expect him to live like the poor, nor the middle, nor even the well-to-do professional class. He belongs to that tiny thriving cabal of aggressively globalist, virulently tech-centric, fabulously wealthy men and women who have prospered mightily these past 30 years, even as millions of Others lose their work, their livelihood, and witness first-hand the destruction of their community.

Do not expect Mr. Palihapitiya to question globalization, immigration, open borders, platforms for all, spoils for the few.

Just as the controllers of the culture call it “culture” while the losers call it “culture war,” so too the economic winners brandish their conception of “the economy” as simply, the economy.

Do the economic losers have a different term?

To deride the men and women who find hope in electing someone–a Donald Trump, for example–who just might represent their needs, their wants, their communities, at long last, is to deny the very real suffering your preferred economic system has created for millions.

You are the bad person in this tale.

Maybe the poor will always be with us, but the poor also have a vote–and they deserve a listen.

Tupac wondered if there is a ghetto in heaven.

“I’d rather be dead than a po’ nigga
Let the Lord judge the criminals
If I die, I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto?”

I suspect not.

I Wonder If Heaven Got a Ghetto is a lyrical call to worship and a brutal call to arms. A five-minute homily that drops more wisdom, more real, than a college student might learn in a year — or a journalist in a lifetime.

Sadly, the music is wretched. Strip away the words and I Wonder If Heaven Got a Ghetto is almost painful to listen to, a throwaway 1990s drum kit vomit of a song, saccharine R&B blended with “urban adult contemporary” preening.

I think our current economic and cultural and political structures are like this Tupac song. There is brilliance inside, some goodness and truth, even a looking forward, but there’s also so much crap and hate and anger and violence overlaid, and we need to come to terms with this if we are to right it.

Maybe, and I can’t promise this will be validated, but maybe if we listen to all those who the current economic winners are brandishing as angry or racist or on the wrong side of history, maybe by listening to them, not labeling them, we can remake the system to also work for them–and without any of the winners forced to give up everything they got.

Or is even that too much to ask?


It’s fun, isn’t it, to imagine you’re the baddest man on the planet, the greatest talent in the world, the slyest, the cleverest, the most wanted to be.

The stuff of legend, certainly more than mere mortal.

If you are bold enough or foolish enough or possessed enough to express such longings publicly then do be prepared to be mocked. Or else, to constantly deliver. Kanye West does oblige.












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