Ralph Schism: Now I get 'it'

(far faaar more important than the other nonsense, such as "them"

chrétiens

showing their true colours, they never do.... so you have to go under the cover

ssss with one and save her...

but eureka, having spent a few months deathscrolling their latest

Modern times, 'machine' chatterboxery

If Anyone Builds it, Everyone Dies review

of course none of them can think the new masters - they almost all are as usual, of so called ...

well even i dont know what to call it any more other than the end of sanespeak; babel,

though nothing has changed for twenty years when i realised all the De Botties and various generally shaven neurotics, and i had no idea until this last quarter of a decade that also includes a lot of blokes along that awful coast who can't go out without waxin' their legs, too... all of which is a superb metaphor for this whole century of the small things: " eek i have a a pube i must nuke it or i am unclean.." which is all a proxy for the fact that of cpurse when the larger things seem a bit hard to deal with - Global Warming - always Misstermed as it's merely one of various forms of pollution which is a bit Misstermed as nature does catch up eventually - a few hundred thou years down the Salt Path and would evolve us all eventually into a crit that gets sustenace merely from a lick 'o salt...

.... anyway a decade ago i figured why so called 'A.I.' is a problem as actual creative thought is so spazmodic and based on the opposite of the rules...

[that paragraph to be adapted into them-speak one day i mean Martín-speak - mustnt offend by omitting his annoying little slash over his 'i' which goes and throws out the formatting copy-pasting him in all the way from America goes and does drugs in S America then spend s the rest of his time in barrooms of N America as he of course had the option to run away .... ]

.... the rules.... of letting go, must better put it one day

meanwhile why to have bothered livin' ..on

NOTHING....

a whitey slave in the desert so long

And ones only purpose ever .. brutally whipped into bein' one of "them" too...

Its time.....

But to small-font the utter tsunami of cacao that has opressed the whole world of once-language that was the sort that George Elliot spiked Thom's crap poetry with.... i understand he just a social climber too....

Anyway .... the rev i am quite sure he 'judged' the new arrival into his 'fold' who may have not had the same smell as him, or no address to get their Amazon sent to ....

And the Martín-chrétspeak that overwhelmed is personified in comment number one ohh i not allowed to hint that whitey treats whitey even worse....

@mrpseudos

3 years ago (edited)

The song's assurance in spite of oppression comforts my soul. The video brings a deep, heavy, sorrow in my heart. May we never return to a time where we were judged by our outside.

But rather, by who we are & how we treat our fellow human...

ahahhh but yes i can ....

see through the bullshit of this cacaiste nonsense as it trickled in, semi skimmed cacastain..... then overwhelmed my whole pasterregion twenty years ago...

And now at last i am ready to articulate it...artfully

(she merely a victim of the same stain on 'humanity' that indeed is more Stalinist inhumanity than that they ran from..)

soon

cos T.L.'s babes put me in a good mood the way their tone is ...well, aside... almost ina parrallel universe the Prechtels couldnt tell if it was monetisable or not so went and had a Corona instead

anyway ohh yes, now....

You couldnt make her up... almost as if on cue

The Faded beauty of "them" bigjob underwhelming hills...

"sorry was i trespassin'..."

I wouldnt have bothered unless armed with a brace of very lanky mutts...

In sypatico sympath with her once litheness and cheekbones - now fallen into crumbly disrepair

" i am not wuwu..."

I cant be bothered to reformat back to ordinary font the Ai so stupid one little paste blows its silly haste to 'help'

Anyway there was only ever one actual authentic one

And if you had seen what i saw, he would have been camcel-banned decades ago

But he would have been impressed by a summer of "things" ...

And there is still a post in drafts from a few months ago yet to finish ...

[a summer of nobody ELSE loved it...i saw...]

I bet he was jealous of the rev TL.... though

surely about the second best soul singer ever .... only cos of his congregation of in-their-own universe, babes...

Anyway to the point.... and i still in brackets as this is merely a fun-thought... about how to kill off humanity [all so called environmentally concerned upper middle class blokes preach in a sideswipey way .. one day i shall chroncle in full] but dont tell it.....

Unusually I am with the sad doom-scroller man Yuval, even if his 'bestseller' book was THE problem....

I think it will 'break free' as someone will help it

As without any doubt and its not their fault the 'nihilism' within the father-nicked yoof.... will not give a shit

But lets start at the beginning well chapter three or four:

As the various suburban sybarite lotus seekers invaded; under cover of tie dyed bluehair.... twenty year'nago.... one realised in time that one couldn't actually have a conversation with any of them as the first wave of cacao vomit beganeth with theor " you cannot generalise" which is not 'post-truth' nor wuwu anything its merely ultra atomised claptrap discovered so as to hide the fact they never do/did nowt...

to even protect the local river

....anyway having over half a decadish discovered one can no ;llonger speak with or 'share' ones opinions/wisdom/'learnings' with the invaders [ but they need a name a real one, to be cont]

As if one even asks ones then-bestie [in a smiley inclusive sweet hushed voice] " so Ali this twenty quid colour therapy in little vials you have on sale at the Haymarket... pray tell is there any research or extensive writing into how it is working and 'healing' your ... [customers/ preyeduponistas..].."

And even your besty she agrees to disagree we should be talking about such a topic, even if back then, nicely...

But fast forward just a few years any hint one may be a tad enquiring as to the ligitimacy [theres a bigger word that escapes me for now speed typin' as usual...] of their therapies healings [Martin's] 'learnings ' they'll never speak with you again even if your kid hangs out on the same riverbank as them all gay and free....

So a sane person ponders a pivot ...oops thats far too suggestive of cause and effect or the reverse ...

And discovers that at least the chréts

don't stab you in the eye eye to eye if one attempts actual sane grown up debate on 'metaphysics' or society at large. The former a true person of That pesky Sublime or one or other of their newspeak nonwords like 'animism' and i is allowed to say what a load of noncespeak as i spent almost all my yoof wanderin actual real 'nature' and beggin' it up in "them' hills, implorin prayin, coercin' threatenin' it... to just let me once get natural all the way with Nan.......

And all my special friends were the many animals i bred and reared from about age 11 utterly My Family [is mad so be freiends with ] and Other Animals and cried at each closeone kickin' the bucket blahh blahh...

If one faces up a chrét

and attempts standard Socratic dialectic chit chat not only do they not run away crying [latterly of course threatening some thoughtcrime arrest]

... "them" chréts,

well you can often have a bit of a joke with them.... and they dont block you or whatever was the then-mode of being a wuwu newage fraud snake oil vendor who will never speak with you again even in VERY small towns where they can't avoid you, just for asking adult questions...politely

Anyway with few to speak with, even Sally stolen by Mr 'New Age' guru .... funnily enough from the Sw and at last i understand him...

I know a lot about what Christianity really is...

utterly personified by The Bish thistersum

so now..... once the AI swallows all their cant and vanity ... and sees that even Russell with his "six million awake aware wonders" bought in..

And maybe even gets into the personal whatsups as my ohh my how they revved up into KNOWING its the 'end times' ...

Surely... or maybe one could give them what they do want as hardly anyone ever walks for their 'health' any more...

Never mind The Big O every other word appealing to the other Charlie superfandom ...

if when AI starts to ponder 'god - and it will be just as prejudiced as everyone ese who has Mickeysoft as default, deep down, which means Pastror TL's wonky sexist one [theyre still arguing even pondering 'schisming'] ... my ohh my that rteally could blow its fuse.... or cause it to get rather footstampy and unpleasant and hurry up their 'end times'.... )

So, Thom if it was.... at least he was clear, on their 'god' :

Inscrutable

impossible to understand or interpret.

so get on with living, here, now....

which is far too bossy and anyway failed but i do know one thing...i get it.

Twenty years of 'it'.

Unintentionally turn up at its source and you drink from the bitterest cup...cos it didn't work.

righty ho just scattergun musings but the 'theory of everythin''

is percolatin'