“All Roads Lead to Cornithaca” – “Rise of the Evil Ones” – “The Hate Reflex”

“Rise of the Evil Ones” – “The Hate Reflex”

Like MSG or Microplastics – it’s a part of our diet: Hate.

It’s a fog that clings, glistens on the skin; and hides in its own shadow.

In a world without love and compassion – there is nothing but hate to fill the emptiness.

For a better world: would you hate those to blame, or fill it with love?

The future is a place of choices — many choices; many futures.

“All Roads Lead to Cornithaca” – “Rise of the Evil Ones” – New Definition: “Underwriter”

New Definition: “Underwriter”

You don’t need anyone to tell you the right thing to do – that’s why we need “underwriters” to convince us to do otherwise.

I frequently think of the Moody Blues lyric; “How one thought can live provide the others die” – and how it encapsulates our modern “One Thought” Doctrine: where the action of endlessly “underwriting” one way of thinking; is paired with unceasing attempts to destroy every other.

In Authoritarian governments like ours: Everybody talks about oppression, but nobody does anything about it — not if they know what’s good for them. It’s a Victim’s Fault society; and the victims “put themselves at risk” by being “in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

A strangely disclaiming statement from a government that has gained its power through claiming it can fix everything. But a little “underwriting” can fix that too.

“All Roads Lead to Cornithaca” – “Rise of the Evil Ones” – “Kafka Kraze AI Maze”

“Kafka Kraze AI Maze”

In a British sit-com – an employee is helped to simulate illness with a bit of soap for his mouth, and an onion to put under his arm. When it doesn’t work; he gives back the onion and is told he should have peeled it first. “You didn’t tell me” he says. “Well it’s common sense ain’t it” he’s told “nobody puts an onion under their arm without peeling it first.” That’s how I feel about Artificial Intelligence.

When my land-line deteriorated into a loud hum and a hash of static; I shouted through the noise to a computer for a service appointment – and then two computer follow-up calls to confirm that I still wanted the appointment – and nobody showed up. So I went through it all again. And again. Then an online “chat” where I was told that all the appointment “tickets” had been somehow erased; received assurances – and nobody showed up. I made more attempts – wasting at least 8 hours in all.

Then one day; the hum and static suddenly stopped – a technician called and said he had fixed a problem that he found on the line – he was never informed of a complaint.

The hum in the line has started up again — should I try to make an appointment?

“All Roads Lead to Cornithaca” – “Rise of the Evil Ones” – “Government Cleanup Campaign”

“Government Cleanup Campaign”

As you can see in this “Rise of the Evil Ones” graphic: if we don’t clean up government; they’ll clean us up. It’s not so big a step from an unresponsive government; to one that responds in ways that may terrify us. Some people just won’t conform . . .

“All Roads Lead to Cornithaca” – “Rise of the Evil Ones” – “Hardwired for Hate”

“Rise of the Evil Ones” – “Hardwired for Hate”

Hardwiring reduces flexibility – but it greatly increases the reliability, and ease of replacement. The “hater” can become the “hated” with just the flip of the switch.

That is why governments love hardwiring – whether it’s Form Based Codes, or a new regulatory statute: we supply the power, and they supply the control.

Our Societal Abattoir is funneled by “Social Justice” — and the only way out is through their knives.

“All Roads Lead to Cornithaca” – “Rise of the Evil Ones” – Doctrinal “THEM!” Pressbook – page 4

Doctrinal “THEM!” Pressbook – page 4

Doctrine is everything – Everything is Doctrine. The advertisements and text on this page; merely make a more overt display of the hate self-interest that lies just below the surface of almost everything you see and touch these days. Sometime soon – they’ll just pull off the tarp, open up the box, and raise the curtains on the Final Show . . . the End of Days.