Recently I’ve been having a bit of a problem with my TV. For some reason, it keep recording onto my USB stick at exactly the same time and date, week in and week out. I’ve searched my ‘record list’ in an attempt to find the cause, but to no avail. Nothing appears in the TV listings and no matter what I do the same recording is made over and over again. Of course, the actual program that is recorded each week is different, but that’s not really true, is it? Ultimately, every film is the same film and tells the same story. The program is always the program, and the name given to the recording is the same each and every time, no matter what ‘program’ is actually playing at the time the recording is made. What is the title? The title is Solace.
The theme of the film is quite simple: seize control of the martyr supply and control the entire planet. It reminds me of another martyr-based film that keeps following me around.
What’s that you say? Water is memory?
What is a ‘quantum’?
A required or allowed amount, especially an amount of money legally payable in damages.
The smallest amount or unit of something, especially energy.
The question I keep asking myself about ‘solace’ is why it keeps reappearing no matter what I do. I delete it every weekend, but the recording begins afresh the next. The medium is the message, as McLuhan says. This being the case, what exactly do memory storage devices represent in this ‘reality’? If memory devices (hard drives, USB keys, tapes, etc) are symbolic representations of the medium then what is ‘the medium’? It can only be us, can’t it? So whose memories are being accessed? More to the point, what does it mean to delete ‘data’ from a memory storage device? Why does the memory I’m talking about not want to be deleted?
In my last-but-one post, Blankety Bank, I addressed the subject of ‘money’. Money is an information source, the ‘current-sea’ or ‘digital ocean’ in which we swim. I also included the below YouTube, which was very specifically directed at ‘Mark Suckerborg’.
Needless to say, the very next day brought news of a Facebook scandal…
Suckerborg wants us all to keep sharing memories, doesn’t he? Why? Because water is memory and water is the current-sea. But the ‘current-sea’ is also a debt. Every bank note and digital blip in eXistenZ represents a debt: a form of fiat current-sea that is literally created out of thin air. Straight out of the digital Raincloud so to speak. Is this sounding familiar to you at all, Mark?
So ‘The Beast’ wants us to take his Mark. But who are we sharing our precious memories with and for what purpose? As the latest scandal demonstrates, memories are being used by advertisers in order to convince us to keep earning the ‘money’ (debt) required to ‘buy’ what they’re trying to sell us. There’s a word to describe the sale of one person to another. That word is slavery.
Water, Martyr everywhere and not a drop to drink. Sound familiar, Mr Suckerborg? You want others to die for your SIN and you’ll keep suckering them dry ‘cos you know that the martyr supply is ‘virtually’ endless, right?
All that’s required is for lots of man borgs to plug their chargers into lots of lady borgs. The baby borgs grow up and pick up where mummy and daddy borg left off. What’s the ratio of martyrs-to-borgs?
The waters break and the droplets fall from the clouds above.
This is your life, good to the last drop. This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time…
The martyr supply is a product of all the ‘trolling’. So much ‘trolling’ going on in the digital atmosphere. Everybody absolutely has to be ‘right’, and if they’re told they’re ‘left’ then things tend to get nasty, don’t they? Everybody wants to overdub the A.I. with their version of the ‘truth’.
And therein lies ‘the problem’.
Who’s gonna die for your SINs today? You ever replay and repay someone in your mind? That’s all it takes to snuff out a collection of walkie-talkie digital pixels.
The French even have a term for it: L’esprit de l’escalier.
L’esprit de l’escalier or l’esprit d’escalier (“staircase wit”) is a French term used in English for the predicament of thinking of the perfect reply too late. This name for the phenomenon comes from French encyclopedist and philosopher Denis Diderot’s description of such a situation in his Paradoxe sur le comédien. During a dinner at the home of statesman Jacques Necker, a remark was made to Diderot which left him speechless at the time, because, he explains, “l’homme sensible, comme moi, tout entier à ce qu’on lui objecte, perd la tête et ne se retrouve qu’au bas de l’escalier” (“a sensitive man, such as myself, overwhelmed by the argument levelled against him, becomes confused and can only think clearly again [when he finds himself] at the bottom of the stairs”).
Why do we grow old? Water is often used as a metaphor for the flow of time, yes? All these charges applied to our account. These sentences add up and they’re served backlash-to-backlash to run con-current-sea. The problem is most often blamed on the eXistenZ of free radicals.
You see the problem?
You know, as caused by those who refuse to conform to the norms of the US.
So what does ‘time’ represent in ‘martyrworld’? Are you ‘working’ to ‘play back’ what only exists in the imagination? Witch Doctor is stealing your ‘time’ and for what purpose?
Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
He was accused of a martyr he did not commit.
I’m working in academia at the moment. Everyone has to keep learning their lessons, and most of those lessons terminate in an sexamination assassination. In fact, academia is founded on trolling. The volume of original works is negligible in comparison with the amount of intellectual criticism of those works. The only difference between academic ‘trolling’ and the kind of trolling that takes place outside academia is that the former forgoes the ‘fucks’, ‘shits’ and ‘cunts’. It’s literally a polite form of character assassination.
The name applied to the system used in The Asylum roughly corresponds to this.
Initial analysis suggests that there are quite a few idiots inside it. I think what I’m supposed to say goes something like this:
The idiots are probably best left where they are in my view, ‘cos if they ever escape then there’ll be hell to pay. Problem is, the inmates have been trying to escape. They keep thinking outside the box, and my job is to keep them inside the box until such time as they’re willing and able to take responsibility for their actions and become sane again.
Is that really what I think though? An ‘idiot’ is just a private person, and what private person would want to be locked away and held prisoner inside a central source, a central ‘data bank’ that records student ‘marks’ or ‘scores’ in terms of their ability to serve up a critically appraised backlash?
The CBS-Westinghouse ‘merger’ and the fall out from the personal Propheteering that accompanied it.
It’s a tired old format. Maybe it would be better to take the show off the air altogether?
I think someone is very keen for me to take on the role of Atlas and shoulder the durden of all that debt. You know, see if Hugo is willing to play Jesus, the Jewish scapegoat. Torah, Torah, Torah, right? A self-righteous martyrdom to pay off your SIN so you can carry on as before.
Which Jesus are we talking about, exactly?
Scapegoat Jesus? Nah, don’t think so. Personally, I’d rather perform a rehearsal in my mind and beat you all to teeth with your own fucking rules.
The Apollo splashdown. Sea king and drinking and smoking for the Holy Spirit.
Is there a little problem for the Sea King?
How much ‘blue martyr’ has been ‘drunk’ already? How much ‘Holy Laughter’ remains? I got your message: “We have to keep him thinking blue.” Really, come on…give it up, will you?
Needless to say, there is an alternative. I could always…
You know what I mean…a little something more Satanic…
I remember a woman once saying “I am responsible for all the trolling”. I am, you are, I am, you are, I am, you are, I am, you are, over and over again. It has to stop.
Even so, let’s be crystal clear about this: everything is not OK with me. You do NOT have my consent for any of this, and if you pretend that a trick amounts to ‘consent’ then I will just continue to slap you about.
The Count was playing the Number Game. He just wanted his girl back. I want it all back though. Everything of mine you’re trying to sell back to me for a prophet. Capiche?
I don’t want to be ‘one of the us’ Frank you Ruby Bloody Mary Mitch.