Body cams for cops? Of course!
And then it’s body cams for teachers, body cams for security guards, and wrist cams for surgeons.
Soon every company will want body cams on its employees. And then the stockholders will want body cams on management. “Why are we paying them so much anyway?”
All our vehicles, even bicycles, will be fully cammed. Not protecting your child with a body cam will be considered negligence if not abuse.
Life will be one big non-selfie.
Our very points of view will be accessible by government or management. It will no longer be ours.
(Granted, most people have stupid points of view anyway, but hey, you gotta have some personality!)
We will all become walking Big Brother cams.
The Luckiest Generation is that which grows up during the flowering of technology right before it outgrows us.
To this generation I say “You lucky bastards!”
To the next generation I say “You poor fucking saps…”
Find your perfect genetic match, the One who God placed here to provide you with good stock
Date only the winners.
And lose to them.
Affordable-Health-Care-Radio.com [Obamacare 1400]
The hippest hold music in the Western Hempisphere
The Intersection of Dimensions
No one knows what this website is other than “it’s coming” and it’s going to “change everything.”
Or it could just be a corner.
Hook-up site for admitted scumbags.
For intelligent people who are always on the rag.
For intelligent people who would rather just jerk off.
Make advertisers pay YOU for your valuable attention
“The paste [datura or Jimsonweed, aka loco weed] had dried up and scaled off my temples. I was about to rub some more of it on [using a live lizard’s head as an applicator] when I realized I was sitting on my heels in Japanese fashion. I had been sitting cross-legged and did not recall changing positions. It took some time to realize fully that I was sitting on the floor in a sort of cloister with high arches. I thought they were brick arches, but upon examining them I saw they were stone.
“This transition was very difficult. It came so suddenly that I was not ready to follow. My perception of the elements of the vision was diffused, as if I were dreaming. Yet the components did not change…
“…the next thing I noticed was that I had moved. I was at the top of a stairway and H., a friend of mine, was standing at the bottom. Her eyes were feverish. There was a mad glare in them. She laughed aloud with such intensity that she was terrifying. She began coming up the stairs. I wanted to run away or take cover, because ‘she had been off her rocker once’. That was the thought that came to my mind.
“I hid behind a column and she went by without looking. ‘She is going on a long trip now,’ was another thought that occurred to me then; and finally the last thought I remembered was, ‘She laughs every time she is ready to crack up.’
“….The scene changed abruptly. It was night-time. I was in the hall of a building. The darkness inside the building made me aware that in the earlier scene the sunlight had been beautifully clear; yet it had been so commonplace that I did not notice it at the time.
“As I looked further into the new vision I saw a young man coming out of a room carrying a large knapsack on his shoulders. I did not know who he was, although I had seen him once or twice. He walked by me and went down the stairs. By then I had forgotten my apprehension, my rational dilemmas.
” ‘Who is that guy?’ I thought. ‘Why did I see him?’ “
“The scene changed again and I was watching the young man deface books; he glued some of the pages together, erased markings, and so on. Then I saw him arranging the books neatly in a wooden crate. There was a pile of crates. They were not in his room, but in a storage place. Other images came to my mind, but they were not clear. The scene became foggy. I had a sensation of spinning.
“Don Juan shook me by the shoulders, and I woke up….”
Both components of the vision are about Castaneda’s ultimate destiny. The stone edifice or structure symbolizes both academia and the world of money and comfort. Carlos’s “colleagues” in this edifice are a bunch of “wild-eyed” women, deranged with laughter and nearing total breakdown. They come after him and he must hide–this obviously symbolizes the “witches” etc. (see links below)
The final component–the man tearing out pages from books, someone Castaneda had seen around campus, but did not know–symbolizes the total rejection of Castaneda’s work by academia. In anthropology, Castaneda is now un-quotable except as a foil, a counter-example, which is a fate worse than death to a scholar. The geeky nobody in Carlos’ vision that he barely recognizes symbolizes the diligent academic scholars who went on to less sexy careers than Castaneda, but who in the end collectively decide whose writings are in and whose are out of the un/official libraries of modern anthropology.
As don Juan told Castaneda afterwards:
“The lizards are never wrong.”
POSTSCRIPT: For background on Castaneda’s deceptions here are two links:
video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dXl95ZaYe3Q (part of the Tales from the Jungle Series–British documentaries on anthropology’s dirty laundry)
In the immediate future we should expect:
- Drone-killing drones (DKD’s)
- Mini-drones to protect against DKD’s
- Mini-drones within ICBMs (intercontinental ballistic missiles) to protect against ABMs (anti-ballistic missiles). Goodbye nuclear security…
- On the brighter side, bullets will call 911 when fired.
Looking beyond over the next 120 years we can expect:
- Smart hand grenades
- Bombs that outrank sergeants
- And finally, Artificial Intelligence programmed to destroy the enemy–the enemy meaning “other” human beings. What could go wrong? Really, what could possibly happen?
So invest now.