“We’ve come a long way from simple bias. The same media that can’t stop talking about Russian efforts to trick voters into voting the wrong way, was running a covert operation to trick the government into supporting Iran over Saudi Arabia. Unlike the Russians, the Washington Post actually killed someone or at least got someone killed. Unlike the Trump team, the Washington Post was actually working with a foreign country that is often viewed as hostile to American interests.”
I’ve met several journalists. At least one is most likely an Intelligence officer (journalism seems the cover of choice). Another, occupying a senior position at a major German newspaper, had never heard of the Alt-Right or Breitbart when we met in summer 2016. His specialty was politics.
He struck me as a midwit, a nice guy but too young and too mediocre and ignorant for his job.
Unless, that is, one supposes intelligence and knowledge are incidental in this career.
My first storm here I learned that no one had bothered to service the city’s snow removal equipment. In fact, much of it was either disabled or missing. I recall that half the plows were either broken or unaccounted for, so snow removal was a comical failure. When your focus is on today, that is you have a high time preference, planning for even predictable eventualities is beyond your scope of interest.
This, of course, is a great way to introduce people to evolutionary concepts regarding human diversity. A thousand generations in a place without snow and inevitably the humans will adapt to a life without snow.
“The wizards are not really written as a master race; they are written as an aristocracy, an intellectual and priestly elite. Most of the Death Eaters are “old money” English families, jealous of their wealth and status against a “new-money” common-born wizard. And Rowling, propelled from wife-of-the-state single mother welfare slave into the ranks of the very rich by the success of her first novel, is certainly motivated by this ressentiment. The muggle-born represent a “natural nobility” that has been invited into the upper classes meritocratically through the public schooling process. In other words, Rowling is not arguing for equality, she is arguing for the replacement of a reactionary elite by a new, caring, socialist elite, one which, in her unicorns-and-flowers politics, is laissez-faire and more or less isolates itself from the Muggles. “
I was at best mildly entertained by Rowling when I read her first book, nearly twenty years ago. I felt no desire to read the sequels but watched all of the films, enjoying them mostly for the traditional aesthetics and Gary Oldman. As I became politically aware, I came to detest her. She is in every sense predictable; hence, she is beloved of NPCs.
A single mother who apparently made disastrous relationship choices, worked for Amnesty International, and was described by all who knew her as unexceptional; suddenly, like Ben Shapiro and Jordan Peterson, elevated to wealth and celebrity, in her case due to a mediocre Young Adult novel.
All she would need, to complete the picture, would be a post in Goldman Sachs and membership of the Council on Foreign Relations or NXIVM, and a few photos of her beaming with a Clinton or George Soros or Jeffrey Epstein.
I wonder if this predictable women has any inkling, amidst her mansions and celebrity, of her actual vacuity; of why she was chosen and suddenly became so wealthy, so successful. If so, I doubt it would perturb her, for after all she can always hire private security to guard her estates, while the rest of Europe burns.
“What could be happening is the next phase of automation. The speed and complexity of the algorithms are no longer comprehensible by the humans involved in the system. Like our table tennis playing robots, a level of speed and complexity passes the event horizon of humans to comprehend. Watching the robots play table tennis would be like watching a whirl of stars, beautiful, but impossible for the mind to fathom. Similarly, the new market dynamics may be reaching the limits of human regulators to fathom.
“This is not to imply that the robot traders have become aware and are now taking control of the system from humans. That would be interesting, but the robots are still relatively dumb. Instead, they have reached levels of efficiency and speed that exceeds our ability to model properly. The result is the wild volatility and the seemingly irrational behavior of the markets. Put another way, this is the age of basic ideas implemented so fast and with such efficiency, they become irrational to their human creators.”
Seemingly every time I looked up: a negro or Pakistani telling us what is happening and what to think about what is happening.
At other times, it is merely a Sikh.
After enduring thousands of grinning negroes on screen, I glanced up to see a white woman. Thank God, I thought.
Then I noticed.
Only one arm.
Only one arm.
In a job where you have to point at things and look vaguely presentable, and not hideously mutilated. The arm was probably hacked off by Muslims.
During a gangrape.
In Bradford.
On other shows, the “religious affairs correspondent” is called Martin Bashir. He looks like this:
There is also a wholesome show called Countryfile. Lots of quaint 100% white villages where old chaps in tweed smile gently and garden their artichokes. At last, a vestige of England as it was before the Invasion. At last, a place where – oh wait. The presenter is called Anita Rani. She looks like this:
This Pakistani walks around what little is left of the English countryside, talking to old white people about the culture and landscape and genetics people like her are determinedly destroying.
Proust notes, somewhere, that photographs of the dead can bear a dignity & elegiac beauty lacking in the living. So with U2. Now the heart-on-sleevers have become fully-paid New World Order propagandists, their old material has a time-locked and bounded quality to it. Listening to old U2 now is like looking at photos of the young Brigitte Bardot
then remembering she doesn’t look like this anymore.
If normally one must wait until death closes accounts, to survey the books, with U2 I think it is fair to say they are creatively dead. Their music for the last few albums has been over-produced pap, with Bono’s voice a reedy whine, the lyrics computer-generated SJW pablum, the music itself emasculated, soy-pop.
With that in mind, we may turn to museum exhibitions of U2. Here is a good cover of ‘Bad’ by some guy with a funny name:
Say what you like about Trump’s capitalization, it lends his tweets a 17th Century touch. Picture the God Emperor wearing a Samuel Pepys wig as he tweets on his designated Twitter phone.
Remainders 