Well, if it’s deleted, it goes away, right?
I have such long notes on Buck Sexton’s latest book. He’s uses AI as the sort of panic that politicians and activists use to impel compliance because people are scared.
Yes, and…
Then in another section he talks about some of the amazing technologies that are coming around because of technological progress. But that leads to Neuralink, which is really neat for disabled people (oh, hi!).
But that technology could be used to foment fear based on implanted panic.
You know, I think that my inability to experience dread really screws up so many media and political targets.
Bad things happen. There are bad people in the world. There really isn’t anything I can do to fix that, and there’s not a thing a government can do to fix that. Well, they can kill people, but….
The book also sparked some memories of bad things from the 90s that those seem to be forgotten; I seem to remember an album title — Underrugswept?
I could live pretty comfortably here in Biloxi today. I don’t know I could have said that even ten years ago.
But I don’t want to get too much into the book review; that’s for the trip home.
I guess I hadn’t put as many of the ones I’d scanned into WP as I thought. Need to find where I have them in my Notes scrap.
What do I want my voice to stand for?
Who knows? There’s not that many people I’m going to convince. I’m really fucking weird. It’s kinda interesting to see close people learn this. We’ve been together for more than twenty years, hon.
How am I using it right now, and where do I want it to go?
Maybe my questions make people take a moment before doing and saying something else.
Again, with some of what was in Buck’s book, when you’re sure that you and your crowd are right about everything, anyone who doesn’t agree completely is “on the other side.” No, I’m on my own side. I think you’re wrong for reasons that are things you’ve probably never thought of.
And short one. Time to do a few things.