The overall problem being the paranoia that is generated daily, not only to make people defensive, but also offensive. Here comes an argument in the form of a Joycian fever dream that collapses into cynicism! Woo!
Computer technology gives an edge in regards to productivity and this is also reflected in the military. Whereas Guerilla warfare can be very effective, in todays landscape we see drones and long range weapons which are both augmented by computers to be the real edge, as it makes annexation that much harder.
Now if everyone would just put down their arms, and not rev up any military industrial complex, then we’d all be good… except for that one bastard over there. I heard he doesn’t like you. In fact, I heard he hates you - vehemently.
But don’t worry, us here at Larry’s Sharp Stick Emporium have got you covered. That tribe next door won’t know what hit em. Now excuse me while I head over there and do an IPO for the aerodynamic sharp stick, now with speed lines.
Yes, it’s a man’s life working in marketing for war machines. You get all the cocaine and dead hooker insurance you can shake at a sharp stick at. In essence what we do is emotionally and intellectually manipulate you to give us your money, because at the end of the day, we want your money.
And so it was that money and fear kissed under the bleachers, totally skipping class and giving the finger to the teachers, checking out each other’s bodily features. But wait, who was that? It was Mr Politician, who was kind of hot, maybe? Per chance… a ménage à trois? And the whole world got fucked. Fade to credits.
Directed by Humans,
Produced by Animals,
Executive Directors:
Avarice,
Narcicism,
Executive Producers:
Greed,
Gluttony,
Staring,
You as sucker,
me as sucker,
the elites as suckers,
and Likeable Sucker as the US President,
The end…
(…to be continued?)
No, the world literally ends. I hope you like eating protein paste out of a tube on some distant planet, because we’ll be learning what it means to live on a generational ship. Please eject me into the sun on the way out. Tnx.
The overall problem being the paranoia that is generated daily, not only to make people defensive, but also offensive. Here comes an argument in the form of a Joycian fever dream that collapses into cynicism! Woo!
Computer technology gives an edge in regards to productivity and this is also reflected in the military. Whereas Guerilla warfare can be very effective, in todays landscape we see drones and long range weapons which are both augmented by computers to be the real edge, as it makes annexation that much harder.
Now if everyone would just put down their arms, and not rev up any military industrial complex, then we’d all be good… except for that one bastard over there. I heard he doesn’t like you. In fact, I heard he hates you - vehemently.
But don’t worry, us here at Larry’s Sharp Stick Emporium have got you covered. That tribe next door won’t know what hit em. Now excuse me while I head over there and do an IPO for the aerodynamic sharp stick, now with speed lines.
Yes, it’s a man’s life working in marketing for war machines. You get all the cocaine and dead hooker insurance you can shake at a sharp stick at. In essence what we do is emotionally and intellectually manipulate you to give us your money, because at the end of the day, we want your money.
And so it was that money and fear kissed under the bleachers, totally skipping class and giving the finger to the teachers, checking out each other’s bodily features. But wait, who was that? It was Mr Politician, who was kind of hot, maybe? Per chance… a ménage à trois? And the whole world got fucked. Fade to credits.
Directed by Humans, Produced by Animals, Executive Directors: Avarice, Narcicism, Executive Producers: Greed, Gluttony, Staring, You as sucker, me as sucker, the elites as suckers, and Likeable Sucker as the US President,
The end…
(…to be continued?)
No, the world literally ends. I hope you like eating protein paste out of a tube on some distant planet, because we’ll be learning what it means to live on a generational ship. Please eject me into the sun on the way out. Tnx.