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Waking up on new years morning in the super comfort zone of super warm snuggles and immense loving feelings towards Rudi and the rest of the world, a weird thought suddenly arrived like a super intense small light in my super small brain and wrote this upon my bedroom wall;
All the super smart and super brainy and super nice and super strong and super successful and super sane and rational and super saved and holy and bright kinds of angelic human beings
looked down upon
The super toxic and super head fucked and addicted and angry with superior kinds of behavioral issues of maniacal pain and sick and perverted and twisted kinds of super damaged brains of disease and unholy messed up human beings.
When suddenly a super big dude-ette walked up on the big scream with a super big weapon of massive scariness called Reality Check, and said:
"All you super small little fucked up and damaged and toxic and sick little buggers will get the biggest fucking gold star of biological bravery that ever is given in the universal court houses of rhetoric, one day in the super far away history books of the mythology of your species, because you have been the ones to lead the evolution of your species by being chosen out of all the super good others to sacrifice your lives in the face of insurmountable odds in the lonely battle of your souls inside the prisons of your minds and bodies and families and communities and nations, where no understanding is to be found and therefore no help or healing. You poor super small little bastards are thrown into super huge prisons instead of super huge hospitals, and your super damaged lives are wasted by the super good people who know everything and nothing at the same time!!"
After I had that amazing kind of super serious suspiciously real kind of thought, I got up and had to write it down so that I could start the new year of 2013 with another super kind of mindset of immense ability to try and find a super hero out there somewhere who could be the protector and the warrior for the super damaged and super fucked up super small little human beings like me.... I wonder if I would call that super warrior or gladiator a super big holy angel of immense kindness and love shining about its holy head?
All the super smart and super brainy and super nice and super strong and super successful and super sane and rational and super saved and holy and bright kinds of angelic human beings
looked down upon
The super toxic and super head fucked and addicted and angry with superior kinds of behavioral issues of maniacal pain and sick and perverted and twisted kinds of super damaged brains of disease and unholy messed up human beings.
When suddenly a super big dude-ette walked up on the big scream with a super big weapon of massive scariness called Reality Check, and said:
"All you super small little fucked up and damaged and toxic and sick little buggers will get the biggest fucking gold star of biological bravery that ever is given in the universal court houses of rhetoric, one day in the super far away history books of the mythology of your species, because you have been the ones to lead the evolution of your species by being chosen out of all the super good others to sacrifice your lives in the face of insurmountable odds in the lonely battle of your souls inside the prisons of your minds and bodies and families and communities and nations, where no understanding is to be found and therefore no help or healing. You poor super small little bastards are thrown into super huge prisons instead of super huge hospitals, and your super damaged lives are wasted by the super good people who know everything and nothing at the same time!!"
After I had that amazing kind of super serious suspiciously real kind of thought, I got up and had to write it down so that I could start the new year of 2013 with another super kind of mindset of immense ability to try and find a super hero out there somewhere who could be the protector and the warrior for the super damaged and super fucked up super small little human beings like me.... I wonder if I would call that super warrior or gladiator a super big holy angel of immense kindness and love shining about its holy head?
critical thinking?
In my opinion, critical thinking is not negative or positive, but curious and seeking knowledge and always learning by the interactions and reactions and connections with others even if the receptors that collect the sensory data decide to edit the information before sending it off to the neurons whose sole purpose is to post off the information into the correct keyholes in order that the correct person gets the knowledge it needs in order to function effectively.
Neurons are therefore not critical thinkers.
They are cogs in the machine, like termites.
One photon in a sun beam.
One grain of sand on a sea shore.
However, if those neurons
Blade Runner a Killer?
If there was ever a time for globally prestigious psychiatrists to take a rational stand up for the human brain and its hidden intentions and inventions, once and for all, then surely this must be it.
The state of mind of blade runner at the time that he pumped four bullets into the body of his love, the very beautiful reeva, is so hidden and so alone in his brain encased in the façade of blood and bone and other fleshy bits and pieces.
Lie detectors and MRI scans and the very latest technology should be introduced in order to find out the truth and nothing but the truth, in order to help us all to understand how anyone of sound mind can ma
wHaT is a SPARQL foaf?
If one tried to teach a machine what a person was, the difference between the definition "fucking oaf" (foaf) or "fantastic outstanding amazing friend" (foaf) would not be understood by the machine in a negative or positive emotional way like a person would understand it.
A bit like swearing at a pet dog or cat or budgie or rabbit in a nice happy voice whilst sitting quietly on the couch next to it and stroking its head gently.
It is the tone of the voice that is reacted upon, the body language and the actions, not the actual words.
Therefore, I would imagine that teaching a machine to recognize the emotions in a person's voice and face an
My heaven is your hell and vice versa
If I could create a heaven, it would be all about me and you.
I would be god and the rest of you would be my slaves.
Which would mean that the rest of you were in the hell of my heaven or vice versa, if the shoe were on the other foot?
If I were alone in heaven, that would be a lonely hell, because I would need someone to notice me, to pay attention to me, to give me comfort, to love me, and with no one there to do that, I would be sad and miserable and lonely and very, very, moody,
• (unless I were a robot or a machine made of steel and other bits and pieces, or a biological creation as cold as the absolute nature of things, then I wou
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so what I am trying to say, for those who have mentioned that they are confused....is that those getting the rewards in "heaven" or the big gold star of approval in the history books of hero's and other good people, are the ones who are diseased and damaged and toxic and broken beyond repair today...like Humpty Dumpty, because they are the ones that have been dealt the cards of having to be a sacrificial lamb for the new generation.
they have to die to save the children.
This is the cold hearted and narcissistic hand of fortune of the DNA that has dealt them the misery and the pain and the disease and the damage in order to lead the evolution of the species towards a more civilized and intelligent brain sometime in the future.
How many more generations will it take to make the sacrifices for the future?
That is why there is such insanity around the globe today.
Its the new beginning revolution of evolution.
Where are the shepherdesses that will lead the sheep that carry this horrific burden?
Where are the angels that will understand and help and heal them?
Where are the ones who say they are clever and brainy and sane enough to light the lights of reason for the next generation?
they have to die to save the children.
This is the cold hearted and narcissistic hand of fortune of the DNA that has dealt them the misery and the pain and the disease and the damage in order to lead the evolution of the species towards a more civilized and intelligent brain sometime in the future.
How many more generations will it take to make the sacrifices for the future?
That is why there is such insanity around the globe today.
Its the new beginning revolution of evolution.
Where are the shepherdesses that will lead the sheep that carry this horrific burden?
Where are the angels that will understand and help and heal them?
Where are the ones who say they are clever and brainy and sane enough to light the lights of reason for the next generation?