I was clicking on different buttons on your site, Tessa, and happened to hit the information notice, I guess from Substack. I feel like I just got a glance of myself through the one way mirror around my containment cell. Everything is collected. The monster knows my address, finances, search history, idiosyncrasies, family, dog, po!itics…
I was clicking on different buttons on your site, Tessa, and happened to hit the information notice, I guess from Substack. I feel like I just got a glance of myself through the one way mirror around my containment cell. Everything is collected. The monster knows my address, finances, search history, idiosyncrasies, family, dog, po!itics, everything. As with any relationship, this thing likely knows me better at least in some ways than I do. I haven't thought of myself as being in a relationship with this thing, but it's probably time for a rethink. We all know we leave an indelible breadcrumb trail whenever we log on, but still, this gives me pause. Insofar as the Great Reset may require tools to enable the process, have l not already handed over my shed? I recently commented elsewhere that the same kind of AI that targets ads at me will likely also tune news for me. Some of us may be a bit harder to funnel, but with the light glinting at just the right angles, will any of us not lose orientation and go willingly, purposefully, in the direction chosen by our handlers?
Regarding my comment above, I hope it goes without saying that Substack style data collection is ubiquitous in the net, and in no way peculiar to your website. I respect and enjoy Greenwald and Johnstone, but I find your work even better. It looks to me like the blackness of Mordor has already overtaken much of middle earth, and so far I have found no better place to look for camaraderie and answers than here.
It is the evident success of MSM propaganda and maybe even worse the recently developing and self justifying censorship that brings the image the blackness of Mordor overtaking Middle Earth to mind. In my many years, I've never known America to be overtaken by such a dark cold fog. Back in 1973 I toured the Soviet Union with a sizeable college group. Those were the days of Brezhnev and detente. Even wandering on my own I was immediately recognized as foreign, and welcomed. Language was a big impediment, but we were lucky enough to engage with Moscow University students, and fortunately a few of them spoke some English. Hearts and souls and hopes and dreams were shared. And vodka. We drank the domestically available kerosene and the unreal Stoli, only available for dollars, which we of course had, from the commissary. The Russians were intensely curious about us. We could tell easily that they did not really believe all they had been told about the West (the Iron Curtain was in full force), but it became evident they really didn't know what to believe. By our standards, the Soviets, even the Moscow University students, were very poor. At one of our first gatherings, a party, one fellow asked me what my house in America was like. I correctly understood his question to be literal and said, well, it was pretty average, you know, we have 3 cars and the house is this big with this stuff, and so forth. He nodded and very kindly at some point said that he fully understood that I had been told to tell him that, and in no way did he take offense. I got the messages. What a wonderful people in a deceived world. Being part of the Viet Nam war generation (didn't have to go due to a good draft number), we were not so very pro America before our trip to Russia. Boy did we ever have our heads ratcheted about. I had no idea that a government so based on lies and controls could be stable. Everything about the MSM propaganda machine and the censorship cancer leads me to believe we could well be in our way to a world not so very unlike what I saw in Russia in 1973.
I was clicking on different buttons on your site, Tessa, and happened to hit the information notice, I guess from Substack. I feel like I just got a glance of myself through the one way mirror around my containment cell. Everything is collected. The monster knows my address, finances, search history, idiosyncrasies, family, dog, po!itics, everything. As with any relationship, this thing likely knows me better at least in some ways than I do. I haven't thought of myself as being in a relationship with this thing, but it's probably time for a rethink. We all know we leave an indelible breadcrumb trail whenever we log on, but still, this gives me pause. Insofar as the Great Reset may require tools to enable the process, have l not already handed over my shed? I recently commented elsewhere that the same kind of AI that targets ads at me will likely also tune news for me. Some of us may be a bit harder to funnel, but with the light glinting at just the right angles, will any of us not lose orientation and go willingly, purposefully, in the direction chosen by our handlers?
Regarding my comment above, I hope it goes without saying that Substack style data collection is ubiquitous in the net, and in no way peculiar to your website. I respect and enjoy Greenwald and Johnstone, but I find your work even better. It looks to me like the blackness of Mordor has already overtaken much of middle earth, and so far I have found no better place to look for camaraderie and answers than here.
It is the evident success of MSM propaganda and maybe even worse the recently developing and self justifying censorship that brings the image the blackness of Mordor overtaking Middle Earth to mind. In my many years, I've never known America to be overtaken by such a dark cold fog. Back in 1973 I toured the Soviet Union with a sizeable college group. Those were the days of Brezhnev and detente. Even wandering on my own I was immediately recognized as foreign, and welcomed. Language was a big impediment, but we were lucky enough to engage with Moscow University students, and fortunately a few of them spoke some English. Hearts and souls and hopes and dreams were shared. And vodka. We drank the domestically available kerosene and the unreal Stoli, only available for dollars, which we of course had, from the commissary. The Russians were intensely curious about us. We could tell easily that they did not really believe all they had been told about the West (the Iron Curtain was in full force), but it became evident they really didn't know what to believe. By our standards, the Soviets, even the Moscow University students, were very poor. At one of our first gatherings, a party, one fellow asked me what my house in America was like. I correctly understood his question to be literal and said, well, it was pretty average, you know, we have 3 cars and the house is this big with this stuff, and so forth. He nodded and very kindly at some point said that he fully understood that I had been told to tell him that, and in no way did he take offense. I got the messages. What a wonderful people in a deceived world. Being part of the Viet Nam war generation (didn't have to go due to a good draft number), we were not so very pro America before our trip to Russia. Boy did we ever have our heads ratcheted about. I had no idea that a government so based on lies and controls could be stable. Everything about the MSM propaganda machine and the censorship cancer leads me to believe we could well be in our way to a world not so very unlike what I saw in Russia in 1973.