Politics, as usual

2 months ago

All the world is a stage! Have you been watching the latest episodes?

We are watching a show the English empire puts on to convince people around the world that the US is 'in charge' and if necessary should take the blame for anything that goes wrong.

And there is always (A LOT) of in-fighting between elite groups. Tom Luongo insists JPowell is crushing Europe at bond-chess right now.

There is a rabbit hole. That might be fun for some people, and if so I can recommend Mathew Crawford's work, such as his "Wars of the Social Engineers, Part 3". Yes it involves India.

But perhaps closer to the top of people's minds is Part 4:

And of course, for some definition of "manchurian candidate", the answer will be yes. Because of "Dunbar Hacking"

There are funny bits of "evidence" scattered around for all to see.

Here's the real problem: everything is full of lies. Rotten bits kneaded into the dough of our social conversation.

The information pool is filthy. Oddly enough, this is a math problem.

A well-studied math problem that can be brought to bear on our situation, how interesting.

But don't forget to enjoy yourself along the way! Knowing that its likely about 40-50% of all information you read being false (and 110% chance to be biased), it can be a joy just exploring all of the possibilities.

For example, the incredible Matthew Ehret of The Canadian Patriot has great articles about how this "British Empire" is not British at all but actually from Venetian oligarchy.

They even call it the 'second' british empire - and nationality has nothing to do with it. It will transform again when it has to.

You could go down the ancestry and "last name" route, but I think that's a dead end. Its not really about people (despite being all about people), its about ideas. And certain malthusian ideas - yield certain malthusian conclusions.

Those conclusions ARE Moloch.

Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smoke-stacks and antennae crown the cities!

Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!

I wish you, as always