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Sizzling the brains of tech-damaged, semi-literate children on devices day in, day out at home and at school while watching on as literacy skills drop like the good kool-aid drinkin' folks of Jonestown is no longer enough.
Let the 19th Year of the Electronic Colosseum Games begin. The crowds are bored. They grow restless. Watching family members and friends get their screen-addicted cerebral and temporal lobe synapses sliced and diced by smart digital swordsmen has played out. The Queen Bee has something new to brew the head stew.
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Enter the AI as it's about to be embraced and pushed hard by Guv like a love-starved Gladiator at a red light district.
No vaseline, those crooked sellouts will force it whether it's wanted or not,
But it's good for their Economy,
Which isn't you.
How long before real-life Robocops are deployed that act on the blanket swathe of intel gathered by the smart surveillance grid already in place? No matter where you go, the Motherflockers are watching. Watch as you are watched as you watch the Total Surveillance Centres they call Data Centres go up like the surveillance cams went up overnight in the shadow of 911 and the 5G Towers that went up overnight during the fake-flu Covid scam. Watch that screen as you are watched by a multitude of street cams and watched by your smart Tele and listened to by your smart watch, listened to by your smart phone as you bitch over dinner about what you think about this politician or that senator or that councillor or what you think should happen to them while crossing the street as all your opinions, all the time your movements and actions past and present get collated into a big digital storybook called 'You' up in that big smart cloud of personal data from every online conversation, digital photo taken, digital photo tagged, every tap-n-go purchase made, every smartphone conversation and keystroke you've ever typed kept on you in those data center information warehouses gets analysed by the all-seeing AI brain whose sole function, aside from sucking children down ever deeper into the digital abyss they're already stuck in, is to analyse the who, what, why, where and when of 'YOU' pissing on the toilet seat since everyone at times does it but soon AI-brain not only will serve to ensure financial and custodial penalties are dished out for each drop that lands outside the bowl but also predict your future behaviour and if, like good old Santa Claws, whether you've been naughty or nice for he knows if you've been bad or good so be good for goodness sake...
Sounds like fiction?
China already has them.
Cyborg Humans, soon to be deployed by law enforcement.
What in China goes
To the West blows.
For your safety and security of course.
Watch them do hand-to-hand combat with each other,
Making the Terminator look like a Care Bear.
Meanwhile in the digital prisons of their own creation
The hive-mind worker slaves of Everywherville just gaze on down into those cursed things
Thinking their arse is their elbow and their elbow is their arse
Hook, line and sinker they can't get enough.
Not caring
For they are happy
And dream of nothing.
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So while you can, try leaving that cursed thing at home and head on down to the local second-hand shop and pick up a good book or ten for a buck or two. You might feel a bit strange at first, the sensation akin to falling into a pool of liquid oxygen. As the fluid fills your lungs you feel as if you are dying...then you take a breath...then another, realising as those first 60 seconds pass that you'll be ok. That's what this feels like. Holding a book I mean, possibly for the first time ever. Some in teary-eyed anxiety driven withdrawal may even flip the book over and over, tapping the cover with their thumb as the index finger slides up and down the spine looking for an 'ON' button. It will take time of course, but slowly the process of breaking that chronic screen addiction will kick in as you finally realise the world will not end without that motherfucking thing, and the world ran just perfectly fine in the time of cavemen being eaten by a riled-up Stegosaurus before they were invented and people did not spontaneously combust if it wasn't in their hand beyond the front door of the house. I'm not saying people didn't spontaneously combust, because they did, only not having a phone in your hand has never been proven by peer-reviewed trust-the-science top-notch I'm-Better-Than-You big-wig experts of the likes that brought and happily forced the poisonous yet profitable Covid Vaccine on everyone sorts as a primary cause of dudes randomly catching on fire. Overheating Lithium batteries though...are another story, but that's not a 'safe and effective' issue they care about any more than they care about the mental illness
pandemic all around driven by tech addiction.
Their sickeningly repetitive 'it'll make life easier and save time' mantra when forcing ever more app-related dependency into the lives of digitally -addicted phone-junkies is a morbid joke.
So, give them as gifts. Books I mean, not Covid Clot Shots. Give them to someone you know. Give them to yourself and get that old dusty generator in the top paddock kicking over. You never know, you just might enjoy it and say Aye Caramba.