we made a world but it sucked
So the bodyDoctor diagnosed. Then he prescribed … and everything changed.
Now these 40 years later, the brilliant headDoctor has likewise brilliantly diagnosed.
Does Dr. Brilliance … have a prescription?
Well he’d goddamn well better
if he wants to go on being thought of as Sage and Eminent, ennit?
That’s what the rules say verbatim, in this sad dumb-ass world of ours.
It hardly matters at all if the anointed Competing Hypothesis works, or is “right”.
The important thing, in this world, is that the Course of Treatment is pronounced in a deep authoritative voice, full of professional confidence, with an airy aura of expert Certainty.
If his brilliance is just one bloviating misconception after another, well, that’s a topic to be dealt with by another theatrical event at some point in the vague handwaving future.
Exactly like all those pundits that were provably wrong about the prescription for Iraq, and are now once more being paid so very well, to be provably wrong about the ones for Ukraine, Iran, the housing crisis, income inequality, inflation, and Joy.
God damn it I got distracted again.
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For nine years, this Project has been about proving to you that I’m smart and right.
About proving, to you and myself, that I am a Sage and an Artist of the Belletristic sort.
The main way it has attempted to validate those hypotheses is something even simpler …
I’ve worked here every day and written so dutifully, so virtuously, so selflessly, to prove
by which I mean, of course, A LOT.
That profound Depth of Caring itself, whether I changed your mind or vote or not, is exactly how I proved myself as Right, and as Sage.
And just like any of those other better-paid and Successful pundits, what I demonstrated irrefutably was mostly a steaming load of self-important Bollocks.
I was spilling in my own Interests, namely, to obtain and acquire for my very own–if not your Love, then at least your indulgent approval, and agreement about how very right I was, and am.
Sometimes the cryptogenously blind squirrel actually was right.
But that was and is beside the point. The point was: look at how beautiful I am.
Well it’s a dirty job (it isn’t)
But someone’s gotta do it (no they don’t)
Well it’s a very dirty song (very very)
But someone, errrNope.
not yo daddy’s illuminati
nor mine neitha
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A scientist reminds us that there can be a very fine line indeed, between following the-Science, and blindly trusting in allegedly objective expertise, or allegedly legitimate authority.
Climate Anxiety, Alarmism and Denial
She is embracing, by the way, of the view that climate change is a real threat. The person interviewing her, Richard Cox, is not.
One of the most fascinating things about the interaction between them is that they are in perfect agreement on one thing:
Whether human-caused climate change is an imminent existential threat in and of itself, or not …
The question, and even the ‘data’ behind it, will be deployed in ways crafted to manipulate our emotions (particularly our trauma-based fears) and thus our very perceptions of the world.
An even greater and urgent question than climate change, therefore, might be: By whom?
