Using austerity measures to weed out the weak links of a local economy to improve competitive global trade

In the religion we call the New World Order — the global marketplace, that is — adherents require the uninitiated to follow the same commandments regardless of their nonbeliefs:

  1. You will worship money above all other gods.
  2. Retail shopping therapy is your only path to happiness, unless you are the wholesaler whose happiness is derived from the profit of retail sales.
  3. Lack of faith in personal/corporate accumulation of wealth is the primary sin.
  4. Corporate welfare programs are a blessing upon the people; social welfare programs are devilish.
  5. Taxes, tariffs and fees are the ultimate evil inflicted by the worst form of human organisation ever devised — government.
  6. Austerity is a gift for the meek and weak dependents who have no faith in personal accumulation of wealth.
  7. Profits are a sign of true faith.
  8. Any impediment of the flow of goods, services and/or money is punishable by public humiliation, social banishment, and/or death.
  9. Fear of economic failure is lack of faith.
  10. Love of financial success gives eternal life.

In Europe, especially, we will continue to impose austerity hardships until morale improves and people break their dependencies upon government programs of social welfare as they find their faith in the only real religion available to all of us in any part of Earth — the New World Order of the Network, the Nodes be praised — enlightenment giving them the impetus to start their own businesses, investing the profit in the marketplace of the strong and efficient who may personally choose to support the meek and weak themselves rather than be forced to fund government support of the unprofitable meek and weak.

Due to climate change…

Due to climate change, Santa Claus has announced that his hideout at the North Pole, for the longest time resting on a solid base of ice, has been moved to an underwater facility, designed to resemble the Atlantis structure from the James Bond film, The Spy Who Loved Me.  Don’t forget to buy the merchandise in time for Christmas gifts!!!

Film producers are working on the rights to the book, Waterworld 2, which documents the chase of Santa Claus by a gang called the Notorious Nefarious Nincompoops intent on getting their clutches into the Claus underwater fortress, saved at the last minute by an old warrior played by Kevin Costner along with his young sidekicks, played by unknown actors we’ll probably never hear from again, with a has-been starlet providing a thin plot as a love interest that makes no sense.

Synching Sympathy Neurons in Our Dreams

Emotionally detached, one can imagine many possibilities.

For instance, are scientific principles, the basic “laws” of the known universe, as ambitious as those who wish to find and report their discovery?

Emotionally attached, one finds that restricting one’s self to the interaction of emotional beings limits the imagining of some possibilities.

The universe is unambitious in and of itself.

Or is it?

A billboard advertising a mini-universe of happiness found within a bottle of flavoured sugar water is real, even if the mini-universe of happiness is not.

Or is it?

What is shocking in one subculture is not necessarily shocking to another.

Will a person who was sexually active with more than one partner find happiness in a marriage to a person who had a happy premarital habit of masturbation?

Can a person who is not sexually attractive to others depend on other merits to peacefully co-exist in a society where sexual attractiveness is a key function of personal happiness and bliss?

In a genderless universe, what does gender have to do with deity worship outside of our species and gender-based species on Earth?

Does a universe have a set of beliefs?

How important is the concept of ancestral belief propagation in a society constantly in flux?

How isolated do you want your subculture to be from subcultures that are inclusive?

A person who is successful in the art of self-promotion in a business of self-promotion is no more successful than a person who is successful in the art of nonself-promotion in a business of nonself-promotion, even if the former is seen more often in society than the latter.

Ubiquity is…well, what is it?  What is it not?

Spiders are ubiquitous, successfully spread across the surface of our planet and, thus, successful, are they not?

Yet, where is the celebrity worship culture of spider glorification?

Same for bacteria and other microorganisms.

When a person is just another set of states of energy, we can better understand what we call the future that goes beyond deities, personhood and cults.

Or can we?

3/4 Time in a 3/4 Bed – Confessions of an Elderly Exotic Dancer

Gender or gendre, gendarme or magender?

Research has not cleared up for us the use of a word to designate what was once called the “natural” order of reproducing sets of energy.

Unfortunately, out here past the edge of the Solar System No. 0000000000000000001, as we approach the Origin Planet, labeled “Earth” for a reason I cannot fathom, our information is limited.

That’s why I (or we, if you count my sensors separately) was sent to explore the first planet in the catalogue.

I am told to expect the unexpected.

The only documentation I can safely call authentic is a treatise by one of the sets of energy on Earth, “3/4 Time in a 3/4 Bed – Confessions of an Elderly Exotic Dancer,” written several thousand cycles ago.

Speaking of cycles, have you ever wondered where certain conventional measuring patterns came from?

Why those who record events in only four dimensions insist on using an arbitrary number, 31,557,600 “seconds” in a cycle, is beyond me.

A second I was able to figure out by searching the remnants of an ancient database called the Encyclopedia Britannica: “The energy difference between the hyperfine levels of the ground state in the cesium atom is currently the standard time interval. One atomic second is defined as the time it takes for the cesium frequency to oscillate 9,192,631,770 times.”

I assume a cycle is an important artifact of my existence.

Interesting…hmm, what’s that?

The closer I approach Earth, the stronger the set of signals I pick up.

I, being a network of a set of states of energy, feel myself connecting to nodes that are becoming an extended part of me.

Is there more here than meets my sensors?

A cycle — ah, there it is, coming to me from a large database in the new network nodes — the time that the set of states of energy called Earth takes to complete one orbit around the ball of plasma labeled the Sun.

One mystery solved and another remaining.

Were all elderly exotic dancers a gender called “she” and were they only 3/4 of a set of states of energy?

Well, I guess that’s two mysteries to solve, isn’t it?

The network of which I’ve become a part and it a part of me is cautiously welcoming my approach.

Let’s see what happens next…

Abandoned Ship

Rumour has it, based on the blood pouring from my scrotum, that the flooding of Venice released an ancient terror.  I am almost too tired to continue writing.

My wife and I included the city of canals on our tour of Italy.

We were there when the latest floods hit.

Being avid swimmers, we decided to join other tourists who dived into the waters of a local plaza and jumped out of a gondola into the floodwaters.

Several days later, we all feel a little sick.

I sit here, soaking up blood that I can’t stop.

Most of us have wounds that won’t heal.

One tourist reported that the doctor he brought with him reported seeing unusually large multicellular organisms in his bloodstream that seem to like eating through skin and blood vessels.

We are weak.

I don’t know if I can write another blog entry.

The priest in our hotel offered us last rites, saying, apologetically, that we looked like hell.

With the countrywide strikes in progress, I don’t think we’ll be able to get out of here alive.

…if you can call what’s been happening to us, the last few days, living!

Speaking of stray nut-like comments…

I don’t know how to present this to you except straight up, no chaser, as discovered on a random website.  You decide for yourself the seriousness or comedy in the word combinations:

So it looks like the mad scientist at MSFC are also behind the dual circular “rainbows”, dual sun echos, and extra heavy chemtrail spraying over the Rocket City… next we’ll have a big earthquake!

What you are seeing are the results of chemtrail over spraying. Once they “pump up and expand” the atmosphere with this stuff (well over 1,100 hectopascals per meter squared), they then crank up the 3.5 million watt HAARP (High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program) transmitters 50 acre beam antenna systems up in Gakona Alaska. Soon as I saw the multiple circular “moon dog” rainbows (haha!), I turned on my Amateur Ham radios and tuned in their powerful 38dB High-Frequency pulse-width over-modulated signals at running between 3,390,000 and 6,990,000 Hz.

Doubt what I’m saying? Search Google for “HAARP” and “chemtrails”, and read the hundreds of (if not thousands by now) web pages rocket scientist and chemist worldwide have devoted to studying these phenomena’s.

HAARP is part of the GASO (Genocide Aerosol Spraying Operations) intended to sterilize ethnically targeted non-white populations worldwide, using an induced nanobioengineered disease similar to Herpes Multiplex, in order to control the overpopulating growth of certain undesirable CONUS and OCONUS races. The chemtrails are part of a long-term countrywide mass aerial nasal inoculation program functioning in part with the free yearly violent syringe flu vaccination program offered at local drugs stores, Wall-Marts, etc. Once all white Christian Republican Americans are inoculated, the nanobioengineered Herpes Multiplex bacterium will be unleashed worldwide via GMO’s (Genetically Modified Organisms). Big Brother is watching after his own… it’s “the mark of the beast” that the Holy Bible warned you about.

— HAARP Chemtrails, Pelham, GA

Nuttin, honey

Overheard: “That guy is the stray nut left in the bottom of the bowl at the end of a party.”

Here’s the stop-action video for this week, honouring those who have given their time, talent and lives for victims of disasters, including the latest in the United States — Hurricane Sandy.

Reminds me of a joke.

Q: What do you call a werewolf elf on the beach at Christmas?

A: Sandy Claws!

Countdown to infinity by halves

Dr. G. Brottel bent his knees and leaned back.

Neill, his dance instructor nodded.  “Yes, young man.  That’s exactly how you do it — chin up, look past your partner’s right ear and slightly point your right shoulder to hers, your hips straight.”

Galdous followed the instructions, just as he had followed instructions during his years at university, culminating in his dissertation, “Applying The Lamaze Method Aboard An L5 Society Geostationary Observation Station Boosted To An Earth-Moon Lagrange Point.”

This, of course, fed his interest in leading his partner, Yui, around the dance floor.

Mimicry circuitry in his central nervous system sped up his learning.

At night, he and Yui watched each other watch a 3D video which enhanced their sympathy learning of the moves in a weightless acrobatic encounter combining waltz, tango, Lindy hop, Balboa and East/West Coast swing.

By the end of their work shift the next day, their supplemental brain systems had worked out the coordinated muscle movements needed for smooth swaying on the spherical dance surface.

Yui, assigned to him and he assigned to her at birth, along with several alternative matches based on known genetic symmetry, melted into his arms as they spun “in the air” while holding the formal dance frames required for interplanetary competitions they planned to win.

Having grown up in adjoining educational centres but, not allowed to constantly interact like siblings, which tended to discourage the compatibility of their genetic material for later replication needs of the space colony, they had just enough similar phys-ed workout routines that meant they could anticipate each other’s moves without thinking.

Guinevere, a theoretical science university student and specialty dance instructor from Moon Base Amber Road, made mental notes about Galdous and Yui’s trajectories.

Her mental notes were sent to a supercomputer which adjusted the subroutines that would generate the next dance video for Galdous and Yui to watch that evening.

Guinevere, working on her PhD, the dissertation preliminarily titled, “Recalibrating Rocket Propulsion Guidance Systems Using Realtime Algorithm Remodeling of Neural Network Flow Diagrams,” general enough to give her flexibility with her university sponsor, had found that teaching others the dance steps she had learned during physical rehab not only helped her repair skeletomuscular damage from a bad spaceship smashup but also reinforced the pathways of her upgraded organic wireless circuitry.

In other words, practice what you preach, do what you say and say what you do, be a do bee, and go with the flow, as her therapist liked to say in mock repetition.

Guinevere held out her arms and Neill kicked off the floor toward her.

“Here’s what I mean, Galdous.”  Neill cupped his palm and placed it in the small of Guinevere’s back.  “Lift your left arm and gently push Yui forward.  Yui, bend your knees to your chest, balling yourself up, and spin around Galdous’ waist.”

As Guinevere spun around Neill’s waist, she remembered a mistake in her recent classroom experiment calculations, which meant that the student satellite they had launched yesterday was going to miss its target.

She closed her eyes and focused on correcting her mistake.

If she could work out the logic in the next few seconds, she just had time to send the new algorithm to the Moon for automatic coding, then routed to the satellite for reprogramming.

Later, while Galdous and Yui watched their evening dance instruction video, a student satellite performed a series of maneuvers in space that oddly resembled the steps in the instructional video.

Only Guinevere knew what was going on, silently laughing to herself as she explained to her fellow students recording the satellite’s path that she had invented a new method of optimising a satellite’s stress test by putting strong centripetal forces into effect that pushed the physical limits of the satellite, including triaxial shear test methods employing all six degrees of freedom at once.

Lee Colline managed the lives of everyone on the space station.

He paid attention to all communication between the station and bases throughout the solar system.  A pattern matching program alerted him to the accidental conjoining of Guinevere’s dance instructions and satellite reprogramming.

Lee ordered a review of future upgrades to all persons working and/or living on the station.

Although Guinevere’s “accident” had caused no harm and, in fact, may have led to a new discovery, he had to make sure that the next accident didn’t adversely affect the station.

The immediate application of basic science to practical living had long bothered Lee, who thought that some amount of peer review should separate the two after the Great Cataclysm had demonstrated the fallacy of shortterm economic subsystem profits over the longterm needs of the whole ecosystem.

Who, though, understood that socioeconomic systems rarely used peer review as a safety measure the way that scientists had long agreed peer review was necessary for protection against false claims and inaccurate conclusions?

He mentally wrote an emergency measure that would be reviewed by the Committee for implementation across the Solar System Space Station Network: “All student experiments must align their policies with the Post-Great Cataclysm Procedures for Protection Against Instant Gratification.”

Regardless…

Disregard, irregardless, regardless, doesn’t matter.

The use of symbols today seems pointless.

The future puts pressure on this moment.

The future?

Imagined plans, developed schedules, partial goals completed.

A cat warms by the electrically-heated oil radiator, a cat which suffers a vestibular disorder and wobbles like a kid stepping off a merry-go-round.

Funny, how events align — the start of a cat’s dizziness, the dizzying effects of a hurricane — one affecting me more than the other but both having economic impact.

13,701 days to go.  Time to write another story within the story of our lives…