Welcome to your Off-Guardian Friday/Saturday opinion piece. Also known as the placeholder for the discussion that might ensue which hopefully will have nothing whatsoever to do with what I might write here as I’m very likely to make some sort of error like putting “the” in front of Ukraine or thinking the Easter Island heads face the sea. This is entirely aside from my colourful use or non-use or glaringly terrifying use of punctuation which I will never change because I just don’t want to and because it annoys everyone.
This amuses me now unfortunately. One of those horrible sides of my character I’ve discovered. I figure after enough time writing for Off-Guardian and reading the comments I will have a few more horrible sides to my character. It’s as inevitable as a rainbow after the stormy beginnings of civilization’s collapse.
All the errors I make are entirely because I’m a generalist and not a detail type. Details are simply distracting. Much better to get to your destination by wandering in the weeds and plucking dandelions and smelling the wind and tripping on toadstools instead of using google maps. This makes the journey far more interesting than staring at blips on a fake road on a screen on a contraption that spends its time telling you what to do and where to go. Tempting as it may be, I have never told anyone where to go. It’s just the way I am made.
Detail types fail to recognize the important role generalists play in providing them with a forum for all those highly significant details they know for which they can expound upon in their comments. You’re welcome. Please do continue correcting me. Let’s make a game of it shall we? I will deliberately make an atrocious mistake and you get to point it out. The first one to point it out gets the title for the week of Grand Poobah of the Constrained Expletives.
Now exactly HOW many people are going to tell me that the Easter Island heads do not face the sea. How many?
I’ve never been to Easter Island. I will never go to Easter Island now. I would be sitting there in the shade of the Kowhiad mah baudil stone body thinking about that atrocious error I made once in an opinion piece. This would then go on to ruin the rest of my entire life.
Now for those of you who may be squirming about and/or insulted about me going on about your correction to my Easter Island gaff know that I secretly adore you but I will never admit that.
Generalists need detailers. Kind of like detailing a car so we can finish our journey. I imagine that’s what editors think about themselves as they shred and scour writer’s egos.
But that’s not the point at all. The point is that The Easter Island heads SHOULD face the sea. That’s the important thing.
Who the hell would design these damn things not to face the sea? Some bloody engineer/architect/artist missed some grand important part in the design of the whole monumental effort but couldn’t admit it. Obviously.
They all knew it as they sweat carted rolled those stones up the hill after having placed the first one wrong. How could they admit it? They had to toil on like bureaucrats with their mandates. Their consciences trying hard to rationalize their efforts in the glaring sun and the sea breezes while confused onlookers who have been schooled not to ask questions try to applaud. But never mind all that. The important thing now speaking of monumental efforts is what does Klaus Schwab think about?
So this week we might be discussing whether Klaus Schwab smiles in his bed at night thinking about how one day he might be just like Lenin, 153 years after birth, lying in a glass box while the admiring and/or curious crowds shuffle by. Although I imagine there would be a monument. I wonder whose monument we’ll tear down to put his up? Perhaps it will be holographic. Although they probably have a different definition of hologram now, like they do for vaccine.
Actually that’s a horrible thought. What if they make a hologram of Schwab and we end up having to live with him in our town square. Or beamed like a ghost into our living room every night expounding on The Great Reset and how happy we must be owning nothing in our hovel cell in a wall in the desert with cricket munchies and blue printed cheese nibblybits? That would be when atheists would take up God I’d say. Definitely.
Lenin and his display is mostly made of plastic now which is mostly made from oil and natural gas. Which would be ironic for Mr. Schwab’s final repose. Maybe instead though, they’ll build a giant head thing for him like those of Easter Island. They’ll have to install it on a space station because after all, the man can’t just stare out over some finite piece of the earth. It has to be the WHOLE damn planet.
Even if he’s just a figurehead so to speak that’s gonna have to be a very very very big head. For the mooing herds to admire. Maybe they could just project his image onto the moon? And whenever there is a full lunar eclipse we can have rage freedom free-for-all parties kinda like they do in California right now.
Next week we may discuss how being cantankerous to bring in Armageddon at least makes the whole show more enjoyable in a dark kinda way.
This week’s earworm is for Schwab and the global young leaders to sing at their next party:
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Someone forgot that Easter Island is an island…
Aha! Gotcha!! I am charging you with the heinous crime of redundancy, to wit:
I think “rest” would cover “entire.” Or vice versa. Would it not?
All hail the Merciful Grand Poobah!
And in my mercy you shall be forgiven.
Now go and sin no more.
Gotta love the “my Easter Island gaff” gaffe. 😆
Everybody is doing the best they can. Keep on doing, everyone.
I expect Darwin turned them around when he visited with his beagles. Also, Lenin’s brain was atrophied on the imaginative side. So the taxidermists said, maybe they missed the bus.
Of course: any man destined to have a bust in his honor has always “missed the bus.”
They face winds…..
… the winds of change, as we all do:
Scorpions – Wind of Change
Great one. Thanks.
My favorite author episode was Iain describing a critique of UKC as
Has he had ever heard of off gaff new name for offg. Off gaff.
The commentators are so hard, they needed ex prison guards (called screws to run the admin dep)
Sylvia you should no, if Easter island heads are facing east or west in towards as that is what investigative journalism do. You dont want to be apart of this new alt media who just regurgitate MSM articles and slap a manufactured alt media talking point from kosh Conservative mo$ad Christian Mi5 Cia GCHQ and bobs your uncle. Now this is called news with a ‘nothing twist’ whilst screaming censorship then censoring people.
I would like to say usually Iain, Yourself and what his face actually like to talk to us peasants in the lower levels in the world of anonymous commenting. This upsets Ed Curtis a little as he like to tell us uneducated plebs how Rfk jr is going to heal the great divide- I’d like a pint of what he is having as thats some special Koolaid he is drinking.
BTW Easter island people where white as you can see it in the lips.
Madonna has really let herself go
That’s a straightforward troll… but it did make me laugh.
Rosa Klebb: “You sink its funny, eh. You told a yoke during wartime. We shall see if we can correct your humour.”
I think you mean “know”
whatta sick bastertz u r! filthy scum!
The whole point of the articles was to provoke a neocon feeding frenzy which was allowed to proceed unhindered. One of the RFKjr dismembering specialists Maxwell even had one of his posts pinned and showered with fake upvotes. Your post was fake opposition to fake opposition.
They look pretty grey to me.
I apologise for this post being O/T, but feel it may be the best way to communicate the information… for not everyone will look back on the article of a few days ago where I related the plight I’d unfortunately been put into, due to the disgusting actions of an ambulance-man who came to visit me on 26 April with his colleague, re. a physical health problem I currently have. The ambulance-man’s heinous action had been putting me through hell, all due to his spotting, in my bookcases,one of the books (re. the evil events of the last 3+ years) by the esteemed Dr Vernon Coleman.
Up to just over an hour ago, I’d been anxiously waiting for the ‘visit’ from one or more ‘psychiatry’ people from the local Unit… quite a number of OffG commenters have given me a lot of supportive words, which I much appreciate.
Well, the update is this: just over an hour ago, my intercom buzzed. A bloke introduced himself as being from that ‘psychiatry’ Unit, and could he and his colleague please speak to me.
I let them in…
And it seems (I hope..) like I may be over the worst of this nightmare of the last few weeks…
The two blokes (probably in their 30s) listened to me, and my very valid grievances re. their ‘psychiatric’ Unit, how I’d been so wrongly treated, all due to the heinous actions of the ambulance bloke. From their noticably respectful attitude towards me, the things they said, the way they reacted to the things I said, it seems as if they truly realise that I’m ‘mentally’ FINE!
They told me that they’d be cancelling the appointment for Monday 15 May, and that someone would be coming to see me (from their ‘Unit’…) to see me on Tuesday 16 May, to end this ‘interaction’ between their Unit and myself. Ie, to ‘discharge’ me.
I certainly hope that that is what will take place, on Tuesday 16th.
Thank you all for your supportive words – they have been much appreciated.
Well, that’s great news. Well done. Hopefully, that’ll be the end of it 🙂
I certainly hope so, Vagabard! Thanks for your good wishes!
Oh wow, your situation sounds super-creepy, like that guy knew what he was looking for..
Interesting that such relatively low level stooges have such power,
This is the Brit version of swatting?
(even though you called them yourself this episode, I can see how this could be abused by the typical Karen)
Here’s the link to the article for those who missed it (can’t link the individual comment tho):
(& what an appropriate title!)
Quite literally “We’re from the government and we’re here to help!”
That can be updated to read: “We are from the government and we’re here to help you see the errors of your ways or failing that ensure that you are cancelled”.
Yes, it does sound rather creepy, I must admit… why would an ambulance-driver visit someone’s home, to help them re. their physical health concern, and then start looking at the books in that person’s bookcases, and home in one re. what’s really going on, on planet Earth… and then ‘report’ that person to the local ‘psychiatry’ people. Horrifying stuff, definitely.
P.S. to my reply to you of a few minutes ago:
The link to my original post on 10th May, relating what had happened to me, including the link to my comment, is as below:
P.S. to my reply to you of a few hours ago. Yes, you’re so right: it’s actually horrifying that such ‘low-level stooges’ (to quote your words) have such power as to do what the b—–d Irishman despicably initiated on 26 April.
Actually what is weird, abnormal, is the way the ambulance man conducted himself.
If anyone needs a psychiatric assessment, it’s him.
To repeat, going through someone else’s stuff whilst they are experiencing a medical crisis smacks of criminality.
But as Sam/admin suggests, don’t get personal till you’re in the clear.
I’ve posted an update (thanks to special permission to do so from Sam – Admin2, this morning!) on Off-G’s article re. the ‘Patriot Front’, published 15th May.
I’m now in the clear!
Thank you for your support!
Yay! That’s the ticket. Good work.
Here’s praying it’s all as straightforward as they promise, which I’m sure it will be.
In the meantime, pour yourself a glass or two of something nice. I think you’ve earned it! A2
Hi Sam – Admin2,
Thanks for your comment.
Yes, I’m praying that it will turn out to be as straightforward as they promised… that they’re not bluffing….
Yes, you’re right, I do deserve ‘a glass or two of something nice’!! (Red wine [and sometimes white, especially New Zealand Marlborough Sauvignon!] is my ‘tipple’… Back in the 1990s, I studied wine… so much so that I was seriously on the point of sitting the wine exams of the International Wine Society [or whatever their official name is… can’t recall]. But was involved in other things, and my plan to sit the exam got shelved).
So, am hoping that Tuesday 16th (which happens to be the 41st anniversary of our dad’s passing… he was only 49…) will bring me good news, and that I can post that good news to you good people on this site who’ve supported me!
So glad to see a lid on the insanity … at least in this case.
I certainly hope so, Petra… I just hope the two blokes who came to my home yesterday were not bluffing me. I don’t see why they would be, for they told me categorically that the appointment for 15th May would definitely be cancelled.
Keep us posted, Christine.
I’ll definitely do that, Petra!
Many thanks for caring about my plight (I’m still, daily, ‘cursing’ that ambulance bloke for what he’s done to me. It was literally nothing to do with him, not part of his job, to look at the content of my bookcases and make a ‘judgment’ (an incorrect judgement, to boot!) re, my ‘mental health’, based on one of the books he spotted, there).
As I recall saying (here on OffG) in one of my comments on this, a day or two ago, How do these people sleep at night…?
A P.S. to my reply to you of earlier today (14th May).
I mentioned in my first post on my current plight that, due to someone suggesting that I find someone to be an advocate for me (should the need arise)… for them to speak on my behalf: to confirm that what Dr Vernon Coleman (& all the other many truth-tellers/whistle-blowers around the world) is disseminating is the truth; ie, that it’s not ‘mental illness’, not ‘delusional’ talk, etc.
And so, after a lot of thought, I decided to send an explanatory email to the now world-famous UK funeral director whistle-blower, John O’Looney. I explained my predicament, and asked him, if it became necessary, whether he’d be able and willing to speak a few words on my behalf.
And within 20 minutes of my email, he’d sent me back a lovely, personal reply, saying that he’d be more than happy to speak for me, if it became necessary.
Since then, we’ve exchanged several emails, and his have reiterated that he’ll be most willing to assist me, if it should prove to be necessary. He said “Just call me”. (Ie, if it becomes necessary for you to have someone to confirm that what Dr Coleman et al are saying, re. what’s really going on, worldwide, is the truth). I woke up this morning (14th) to find that he, John O’Looney, had even sent me a short email about it at approx. 4am that morning!
I am so hoping that by noon on 16th May (I was told, earlier today, that the ‘visit’ on the 16th would be sometime between 9am & 11am), the nightmare initiated by the bl**dy ambulance-man will be over.
I took my mum to see Lenin, embalmed on Red Square. Every nasty word ever spoken between us melted into Vladimir’s wax as we stood in joint perplexity.
But then came the strangely feminine Klaus Schwab…
And behold the shitness of what that may look like. Fullly enhanced by the shitness of my graphics skills.
that ear worm was for me wasn’t it?
Put it all in context with other miscalculations — it ain’t so bad.
(My vantage point is someone who only got four hours sleep last night.)
Think of all the movies, tons and tons of movies…and books!…all the movies and
books that got the direction of Roman thumbs wrong!
Yes, when the mob in the Colosseum gave a thumbs down, they were doing it wrong!
The movie and book version of the Colosseum, mind you.
A gladiator, defeated, bruised and bloodied, would look to the mob and hold his breath
as they passed judgement. A real gladiator, in Roman times, would have breathed a sigh of relief seeing thumbs-down, for it signified a sword at rest with the point stuck harmlessly
in the dirt. A thumbs-up signified a sword that was active and ready to strike.
Thus, when someone gives you a thumbs-down you can think to yourself,
“Ha, **you** got it wrong.”
Yep Sam you’ve got thumbed by my budgie regards toe…
the engineers haven’t been round to fix you yet then
I believe he’s saying that his pet budgerigar’s toe inadvertently (I’m assuming the bird didn’t make a conscious choice to vote after reading the comment) stomped on the up or down arrow.
I’ve been reading Clive’s work for a while.
Hello btw kiddo they’ve been developing that for over 50yrs. But of course you are aware of that already aren’t you.
I Was talking to Sam pre weekend bit a fun. an hello Sam. But you have a problem, ok seeing you butted in I agree with Sam together with a strong sense in those times they performed arm gestures..
To throw an additional spanner into the works, there are a few rebellious Easter Island statues that face the sea, rather than inland (see pic).
They gaze on the vast (but nebulous) ocean of knowledge, leaving petty inland details to lesser non-mortals. Vulnerable to their own thoughts maybe, as with Tarkovsky’s film “Solaris (1972)“.
Statues that have broken free from mainstream crowd-think. Far from the madding crowd of an exclusively inward-looking narrative. But ever vulnerable to someone turning them the other way.
Once upon a time, I traipsed past the embalmed Lenin – which wasn’t a particularly pleasant experience. Intimidating armed guards summarily squashed any inklings to frivolity or mockery. Another body vulnerable to ‘turns’ in human favour …
Nice, look at the slopes sands shores oceans dam I miss it soo and the sounds of the seas anywhere. cheers.
“The Moai statues face away from the sea and toward the villages, by way of watching over their people“.
It would be nice if our own blockhead idols in power would turn to watch over the people.
Oh, they watch over us alright. They watch everything we do, say and soon everything we think.
Sorry, couldn’t help myself with the snark.
How low religion has sunk in “the West”, that “watch over” should arouse such chilling thoughts. And within living memory too — such a short time since this song was written:
Judy Garland…Someone To Watch Over Me
Early Big Brother?
If any Off-G readers have an appetite for something more substantial, I highly recommend this:
It is a truth universally acknowledged that people in the grip of a drawn-out crisis must be in want of hopium. The deeper the crisis, the greater the demand. And we are in deep stuff right now. Part of me envies those who don’t know that. High on blissful ignorance, they have no need for hopium dealers.
In my more bitter and twisted moments, I tell myself that while those of us who have even an inkling of the truth may require hopium (or, more depressingly, copium), the shocks that are still to come will be much greater for those still living in LaLa land. The sad truth, though, is that reality might never rudely awaken them because their parallel information universe is impregnable. The battle for their minds, such as they are, may have already been won. If they liked lockdowns, coerced injections, industrial censorship, and cheering for neo-Nazis in Ukraine, then what’s not to love about the impending digital gulag and financial slavery under CBDCs?
World War III is well underway, and the battleground is human consciousness itself.
Your first seven words made me think you were going to wax Jane Austen. I should have known better.
Howard, I sent you a reply (within the last hour) to your most recent post to me on the OffG article of a couple of days ago, ‘They’re coming to take you away’. It’s an update re. the plight I’ve been in since 26 April, ‘thanks’ to the heinous actions of the ambulance-man.
I’ve also posted that update on this article… apologising for its being O/T, but thought it would maybe the best way of people seeing the update, for not everyone would be looking at back at earlier articles.
Sobering link. I was wondering what had happened to Reiner Fuellmich. Whatever the truth about him, his Wiki page is as anodyne as you could possibly imagine:
“In 2020, Fuellmich and his colleagues began documenting violations of law, medical malpractice and scientific fraud, in connection with the COVID-19 scandal.
Together with internationally connected lawyers, he ‘offers’ companies the opportunity to join a class action lawsuit in the United States to recover damages caused by mismanagement based on Christian Drosten’s allegedly faulty PCR-test.”
And that’s that.
Your comment made think of something that has been in the back of my mind for a couple of years: When opposition to the New Normal is also a business opportunity, when push comes to shove, the needs of opportunism will win out over principle.
The challenge would be to discern which, if any, leaders of the health freedom movement my comment does not apply to…
Ignorance would appear to have the psychological advantage with that model. Those peeking behind the curtain require ‘hopium/copium’ whereas those who don’t bother, have no need of it.
When ignorance is bliss ’tis folly to be hope-averse
The tightening of the ring of sectarian flags:
WEF Executive Chair, Woke NBC ad chief, in talks to run Twitter – Musk considers Klaus Schwab accolyte Linda Yaccarino – who has already left NBC.
It’s All Over Bar The Tyranny – Jan 2022
Musk-worship, space dust and innovative dead ends: society goes Pfiz
The original is a useful analogy, regardless of aspect!, of the stone heads of Easter Island for the death of media.
To continue the idea, within the limits of my prosaic tone, unscanned with faulty grammar:
The blockheads’ lips are firmly sealed, marble mouthed in heads of stone,
Their mirror image, looking inwards: gelid omerta.
Cast in volcanic tuff, their last word, it seems, was magma – in reverse:
Pompei was caught mid-vowel; the Moai on finality’s consonant.
The death of thought free told.
For each was once contrary, spoke truth to power and was then bought off
With a seat at the table, high or low.
Self-conscious in their alternate view; eclectic same but different.
Did they limit their discourse, as we, in a fiery ring of sectarian flags?
Omertà …. Odd I should find this italian word here. Where did I hear this word before? Of Course, the narrator in Salvatore Giuliano (1962).
Good film. A complex intertwining of bandits-mafia-carabinieri-informants et al.
Also very realistic; being filmed in many of the original locations. And not that long after the original events of Salvatore Giuliano’s life.
Yes. Giuliano was an outlaw with social sensibilities; “took from the rich, gave to the poor”. Hoping he would be rehabilitated, he got hired by the separatists to do the dirty work. After Sicily obtained its independence, an amnesty followed but politically things have changed and it’s not that easy; so he and his gang returned to their life of crime.
Things reached a head when at May 1, 1947, 14 died and 27 wounded at a peaceful communist manifestation at Portella della Ginestra. Everybody suspects Giuliano of the massacre but things are not that clear, involving the Mafia, carabinieri, police, etc.
Segreti di Stato (2003) is a political documentary just as realistic that spills the beans on the political ramifications and events that led up to the massacre of peaceful, unarmed communists on Mayday, 1947.
Thanks. Yes, it wasn’t entirely clear in the first film why the bandits decided to open fire on the Communists.
I’ll try and give the documentary a go too
As long as your grammar isn’t Woke……. That would be bad.
The detailists have it all wrong: the Easter Island heads DO face the sea! How could they not? How and where something’s positioned has nothing to do with it.
The sea is everywhere; it surrounds everything on this planet. Pick a spot – any spot; and just try NOT to face the sea! I, of course, face the Atlantic sea (as you also do). But sometimes, when no one’s looking, I’ll turn and face the Pacific sea.
How do I get away with such things? By being, like you, a generalist. The generalist gives a studied view of what’s going on. The detailist, instead of thanking the generalist, sneers “Where’s your link?”
To the detailist, if somebody else didn’t say it first, then it’s worthless. So here’s my suggestion to all generalists: plant a whole bunch of fake links all over the internet. And every time you say something, link to one of those fake links. And just listen to all the detailists cooing contentedly.
Brilliant as ever Howard 🙂
Your meanderings are much appreciated, I think we need an element of both ‘types’ to find our way through this labyrinth.
Here is a remarkable woman who appreciates the dandelion spirit and the Natural world, while diving deep into the details.
Thank you Freecus
Maybe the heads do not face seaward because they do not wish to see the giant tsunami bearing down on them. Just like us.
What do people think of the latest theory about the Easter Island heads?
That the Easter Islanders were very keen gardeners and they just overdid it a bit with the garden gnomes?
They used to be robot patrols but the batteries ran out. The subsequent rising land levels brought about by climate change covered them up to their necks.
I look forward to reading you every Friday – don’t bother about the few miserable whingers
Thank you Allie
Does ‘facing the sea’ mean the same thing as ‘being in view of the sea’? Because if not, then anyone, anywhere in the world could be described as facing the sea. For example I live in central England and when I turn to the West, I am facing the sea approximately 100 miles away. If I turn to the East I am facing the sea approximately 140 miles away.
But what about if the wind blows you over and you face skyward?
One currently favoured theory is that the universe is spherical and that if you travelled far enough in a straight line, you would end up where you started. So to answer your question, if the wind blows me over and I face skyward, I would still be facing the sea, this time the Indian Ocean just to the South West of New Zealand, (according to the Antipodes Map.)
Haha! I was thinking you might occasionally face the Sea of Tranquillity.
Indeed, we all face the sea just as we all face death. Neither should be obstructed by tyranny, the desire of men to own men.
Thanks for the wonderful column and earworm!
It always amazes me how personally authors take comments. There’s a random guy scanning your work, and he feels like sharing something, and posts a comment. A comment is a compliment. He doesn’t comment in places he does not want to be a part of. Even if it’s a negative comment, he’s trying to improve things, somehow.
So something like “the author is an idiot” really means “someone whose opinion I value thinks differently than I do”. Impersonal communication strips sentiment and leaves the receiver to replace the sentiment with his worst fears.
YOU don’t fit the narrative!
You’re welcome back soon as you can say something like we’ve already heard a thousand times before.
The rag and bone pickers will be sure to thumb you up.
Again with the inappropriate rage! So strange. Seems forced. What can you possibly be so angry about?
Question for admins – what percentage of your readership comments or votes?
Less than 1% of readers comment as a rule.
Less is more.
slow is fast
haha – some troll has downvoted an admin answering a simple question about what % of readers make comments.
Wtf? 🤣🤣How do they not see it makes THEM look like they have an agenda?It’s so pathetic.
I’ll tell you, perception is 100% interpretation, and 100% a reflection of the reader.
I first noticed sarcasm interpreted literally back after 9-11, on the indie media sites.
Suddenly, everything was literal.
Spell it out, if not, at your peril.
Set somebody off, like a trigger.
Ever think you might be the angry one?
why obsess over front men?
Because it lets the “rear guard” know what the mooing herds are thinking?
don’t they know already?
Generalists need detailers. but everyone needs fact checkers..
Generalists initiate the basic narrative.. soon the narrative changes a bit.
What you need on this site to make it more interesting is not to generate narratives and impose slow flow information videos. These things put most people sound asleep. but instead.. you need a list of narratives couched in scientific form. so the discussions that follow the statement of the hypothesis always try to prove the hypothesis wrong. Arguing without conclusion over whether or not a narrative is false or misleading gets no where.
Hypothesis: All cats have paws . <=show one cat without paws; hypothesis changes amended hypothesis: Most cats have paws. <=not being able to prove the amended hypothesis wrong, allows the amendment hypothesis to survive as extremely likely.
Hypothesis: Julian Assange is not entitled to the human right of free speech.
Hypothesis: UK sent long range rockets to Ukraine.
Hypothesis: The Election on Sunday in Turkey will change the foreign policy of Turkey
Hypothesis: All pharmaceutical s approved by WHO are safe for human consumption.
Hypothesis: the Banking industry is financially sound.
Hypothesis: The Chinese Yuan will not be the new global currency
Hypothesis: Fights over Oil and gas rights are not the cause of wars.
Hypothesis: Saudi Arabia has not applied for membership in BRICS.
Hypothesis: Corporations, not governments, rule the people of the world
Hypothesis: Solar Energy will not replace oil and Gas.
Hypothesis: Sodium batteries outperform Lithium batteries
Hypothesis; There is more sodium in the world than Lithium
Hypothesis: Robots will destroy humanity.
“Arguing without conclusion over whether or not a narrative is false or misleading gets no where.”
“Arguing” (I.e. finding out) that a narrative is misleading IS a conclusion and means that anything based on that narrative is a lie.
The conclusion is in the hypothesis.. If it is proven wrong, then a new hypothesis is formed.. and it stands until it is dis proven.. .. anyone seeking to disprove it will have to present the evidence that disproves the narrative. nothing else anyone says matters.. I think this is the best way to overcome false and misleading propaganda.
Perfect reversal of the burden of proof. The hypothesis in which the conclusion resides according to you is that the narrative is false. But there is a cunningly disguised previous hypothesis which consists of the narrative itself which is clearly being taken as true-by-default. If there is something wrong with that initial narrative then the initial narrative itself must take all of the strain. The ones who doubt it don’t have to prove a thing.
So does Nobel Physics winner Frank Wilcek, who says that it takes as much “story telling” (ie, experimental work) to “falsify” (ie, to Pop) a hypothesis as it took to “truthify” it. One counter-sample is not statistically significant..
So does Nobel Medicine winned Peter Medaware, who says that scientists say, “Let’s go over and hear his story”. They don’t say, “Let’s go over and try to Popper his hypothesis”.
Re: List of “narratives” (ie, stories) presented as hypotheses.
Can you tell us the story where “Sodium batteries outperform Lithium batteries?”. I havn’t heard that one.
surely facing in any direction on an island is seaward, thats the essence of island
depends on size. if your on the beach and turn away from the sea, unless it’s just a strip of land. …
The terminally unpublished and humorless will always turn up to carp BTL, Sylvia. They’re a tiny, noisy and strangely motivated minority. We should all be kind to them in their struggles. 🙂
Strangely motivated? I simply find these “writings” misplaced and without impact.
Mmm…most people would just ignore something they find indifferent or boring. Taking the trouble to comment on how bored and uninterested you are is oxymoronic. It conveys to me a veiled hostility either to the writer or the site.
> Mmm…most people would just ignore something they find indifferent or boring.
I’m not most people.
> Taking the trouble to comment on how bored and uninterested you are is oxymoronic.
> It conveys to me a veiled hostility either to the writer or the site.
I have mixed feelings about the writings on this site. In my world that’s a good thing.
Your word count is expanding. Soon you’ll have your own little version of you following you round, being a prick.
I try to be kind to them in their struggles for sure. They know not what they do. They are transparently broken people. I feel sad for them at the end of the day. Thank you Tilly.
So many words, so little impact …
I hope you don’t mean you counted the words (only algorithms do that).
As to impact, what would have significant impact?
If the idea of a hologram of Klaus Schwab on the moon isn’t impactful, what is?
Don’t like grammar and punctuation? Then hire an editor. Otherwise, you’re just giving a bit fat middle finger to your audience.
You’re not a sacred starbeam here to shine your celestial wisdom on us. You’re an ordinary human being, so quit whinging and get to work. Or, you know, go pretend that there’s been a real dandelion grasped by your fingers in the last ten years.
You seem very angry at strangers, which is not healthy. Why is this woman and this site such a focus of your bitter disappointment with your life?
Maybe go find some joy, make some friends, or change your job?
Aren’t you the same person who told someone else to kill themselves in the comments on another article on this site because they wanted to live in the real world a bit more and not focus so much on fear driven narratives? And you’re going to talk about bitterness and anger to someone regarding their negative opinion of an article? It’s ok for you to spew bitterness and anger but not someone else?
Funny you suggest getting an editor and you spell “big” incorrectly. As well as “whining”…but I guess you are not “complaining”…the anger and ugliness presented here sometimes is rather astounding.
I agree fully with your sentiments about Sam, Todd, but just to let you know “whinging” is a slang term for whining/complaining/making a fuss over nothing that is in general use in some parts of the world.
Yes the ugliness, rage and pettiness here can be distressing. Glad Sylvia doesn’t take it to heart! I know! Let’s all just make a joke of it! Let’s all just spend our time correcting each other’s grammar, writing style, etc. I am well placed to do this, as I used to do editing work. I might mess up now and again, as I tend to switch between US and NZ spellings, so that will the armchair critics something to point to and howl. After all, there are no REAL problems in the world, so let’s concentrate on tearing down each other, starting with punctuation. I’ve always favoured (or is it favored?) the semi-colon myself; its uses (not it’s!) are numerous and it does so make one feel erudite. And how about misusing (or is it mis-using?) big words, just to see it anyone corrects you. Rather than looking in or out, how about if the Heads look down…a little naval gazing.
Sylvia, a friendly and serious question: are you a poet in “real life”? You write lik one. Best wishes.
And best wishes to everyone here, even Sam.
Oh no, I hit enter before proofreading! So before you can start correcting me, I see I left out the word “give” in one of my sentences. It should read: “…so that will GIVE the armchair critics…” I must go flog myself in punishment. Adios, amigos.
and of course it should be “like” not lik. Oh my. And I missed a question mark. Well, my husband always says I am my own worst critic…
You and I both mjh. 🙂
Yes lady have a nice weekend.
You are kind, thank you mjh. No. Not a poet really but have written some. As we all do I suppose if we work with words. And feelings. And the vast thingness of existence.
I wouldn’t take grammar and punctuation too seriously. Read some e. e. cummings or Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s “The Autumn of the Patriarch.”
I love Cummings’ poetry.
You are a sad soul Sam. You have a choice in life: uplift or criticize. Think about it. You do not make the world a better place with such judgement of others. It betrays your brokeness for all to see. Seek therapy. With love.
Also, I really MUST put that on my bio: A celestial starbeam shining my celestial wisdom on all. Who in their right mind would even venture that idea? Really. Seek therapy. I can’t say that enough. With love.
Why not put his hologrammed head in every toilet bowl in the world. That way we can all pay our daily respects to the great one, in the most appropriate manner.
You want to know why not?
Because, speaking as a compost fan, shit and piss are more valuable than Klaus Schwab.