Snowden made a grave sacrifice for you, me, us. He was a person who knew all about computers, electric telephones, all kinds of technology things and what’s going on with FaceBook and Yahoo News and blogs.
He knew when you look down the isles in grocery stores and see people squinting at cans, plastic bags, bottles in one hand, talking on cell phones in the other, the NSA was listening. Recording. Storing. Every word. Every background noise. Preserving it for the future.
Snowden worried about that because every moment a million calls between the same sorts of people as those in the grocery store isles are also being recorded, listened to, stored, preserved. Along with the background noises.
And Snowden knew at a visceral level that anyone who’d want to listen to those calls, record them, store them, could only be profoundly insane. And anyone working for the profoundly insane person who conceptualized it would also soon be insane after being exposed to the prospect, the concept and the reality.
Snowden also knew countless millions of happy faces and inspiring thoughts fly around the internet every moment. Billions of inspiring platitudes. Trillions of “I heart my [fill in blank]” messages and touching pictures of puppies, kittens, and baby whales.
Snowden knew no nation could survive the onslaught of such chaos except by trying to ignore it. Listening, recording, storing it to preserve it for the future is the most dangerous activity in the history of mankind, and not only because it’s being done by sociopaths, psychopaths and otherwise osterized brains. Noone, Snowden knew, in his right mind would ever even consider such a thing.
Snowden had to try to save the planet.
Posted in 2013, America
Tagged culture, economy, Education, government, Human Behavior, humor, leaks, Life, lifestyle, NSA, science, snowden, society, sociology, Surveillance, survival, technology
A lot of you probably think the world would have been just as good a place if Napoleon’s troops hadn’t shot the nose off the Sphinx practicing with artillery in 1799. You might even think if they’d just stayed home in France and shot the noses off every Frenchman they could catch the world would be better off?
In the interest of science, Napoleon’s troops couldn’t know what would happen up there without shooting some artillery at it to find out. Same as Hiroshima and Nagasaki later on. Theories are worthless unless they’re tested.
Well, you’d be wrong. Napoleon’s troops did just the right thing blowing off the nose of Sphinx.
Keep in mind, these were Frenchmen. All they knew how to do at that point was try to take the heads off whatever got in the way. But they saved the Sphinx. If they’d left it alone until the British took over in 1802 the Sphinx would be in London. Housed in a wonder-of-the-world-sized British Museum. Same as everything else the British could haul off from every country they ever conquered.
Once Napoleon’s troops finished nobody every had to do it again. Anyone with half-an-eye could see what would happen if you shot the Sphinx in the nose with a piece of 1799 field artillery.
And most importantly, Sphinx was flawed. By 1802 when the British took Egypt they’d become selective, only stealing the most perfect artifacts. Sphinx got to stay home in Egypt because of French artillery practice.
Which didn’t happen to the Rosetta Stone, which French troops found and got taken away from them by the British.
From the time Cleopatra offed herself with that adder, shortly thereafter, nobody knew how to read Egyptian hieroglyphs. But thanks to those French troops, someone decided to steal the Rosetta Stone.
The Rosetta Stone is in the British Museum in London today. It’s been there since shortly after British officials stole it in 1802. Most likely it will continue to reside in the British Museum until US troops have finished whatever they’re doing in Europe. When we finally bring the troops home from WWII the final act will be to drop the 8th Army into London, take over Heathrow Airport, and bring the Rosetta Stone and everything else in the British Museum to the United States where it rightfully belongs.
Created 196 BC
Present location British Museum
The Rosetta Stone is an ancient Egyptian granodiorite stele inscribed with a decree issued at Memphis in 196 BC on behalf of King Ptolemy V. The decree appears in three scripts: the upper text is Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, the middle portion Demotic script, and the lowest Ancient Greek. Because it presents essentially the same text in all three scripts (with some minor differences among them), it provided the key to the modern understanding of Egyptian hieroglyphs.
When the contents of the British Museum finally are transported to the Smithsonian in Washington DC the British Empire will finally be a footnote of history, along with Napoleon, the Egyptians, and other backward peoples everywhere.
Posted in 2013, America, Education, History, Human Behavior
Tagged archeology, artillery, British Museum, Cleopatra, culture, Egypt, French army, Giza, Great Sphinx, History, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, Napoleon, philosophy, Rosetta Stone, senior citizens, society, sociology, Sphinx
At least if I can.
This morning my blood pressure was 107/76, pulse 71 when I was about to take the pill some sawbones prescribed for me back in 1993. After I quit going to doctors getting those pills has been a considerable challenge. I was about to renew my passport so’s I could step across into Mexico to buy them instead of ordering them from wossname, India.
But I’ve been taking Serrapeptase, that silkworm spit enzyme about a month now, and Nattosomethingorotherase about a week now. Yesterday I noticed when I took my blood pressure for the first time in a longish while it was disgracefully low. High 80s over mid 60s, pulse high 50s.
My bp hasn’t been that low since I was 40 and able to run several miles trying to rid myself of pent up frustrations over being a white male in a society where everything is run by females and minority ethnics and a regular white male doesn’t have a chance to make nothing of himself.
Anyway, I’m going to be checking my blood pressure regularly, and unless it goes up enough to convince me I need those pills India and Mexico pharmaceutical industries can starve if they’re depending on my business to keep them going. I’m fairly patriotic that way.
Most doctors and other medicos are the fools of books and that guy who prescribed the stuff for me back in Nineteen-hundred-and-ninety-three probably never read the book saying silkworm spit is better.
Note: 10:10 am – 110/71 pulse 63. Still no Prinivil blood pressure pill taken – Normally I’d have taken it at 05:00 am. JP
Note @1600 – 4:00pm – BP 111/71, pulse 70.
Posted in 2013, America, Education, Senior Citizens
Tagged blood pressure, culture, Education, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, medical, medicine, senior citizens, Serrapeptase, society, sociology, survival, technology