Sunday, May 5, 2013

There Would Be More

There would be more... In a small town about thirty five miles northeast of San Francisco surrounded by agriculture of all sorts; corn, grazing cattle and of course wine country, there was a massive firefight between what seemed like a dozen well armed assailants holed up in a small farm house and over fifty city, county and state officers. The officers had been led there by a high speed cross county chase of a beautiful red low rider pickup. No one ever saw the assailant enter the house or witnessed the dozen or so armed suspects in the house, but all saw evidence of what had occurred in the deaths of twenty five officers. In the end, the bullets stopped flying from the house, the officers still alive finally stopped and all they could hear was the chatter of metal clicking. As they approached the house they could see no evidence of a driver in the truck, the windows rolled up and closed, the doors locked. Entering the house under caution it was quickly apparent the metal chatter was coming from dozens of semi automatic rifles mounted on tripods and rigged with robotic arms with hands and a single finger repeatedly squeezing the triggers from remote commands fed via network wire and sited by small cameras for the remote shooter to see. The network write had been physically severed by yet another robotic hand connected to nothing but an egg timer that killed any existing connection to the remote host. There were no assailants, no physical human presence in the house nor in the car at all. The shooters were never in danger and officers were fodder for a corralled turkey shoot. It was a miracle anybody survived. A state trooper, once overweight but beautifully healthy and trim and deceptively pushing sixty five, walked across the carnage of his colleagues and noted how when he served in Vietnam, he recalled firefights with the enemy that resulted in dozens dead on both sides but while American dead were laid out everywhere, not one enemy dead had been found; as if they were never there.

There would be more... As far as law enforcement could tell, this was the first, but not the last, seven more robotic firefights of varying size and impact occurred consecutively over the next two years, out of sync with any possible holiday or anniversary of any kind, some with car chases others a call to 911 concerning a variety criminal matter. The connections that tied the incidents together were plenty though; robots triggered remotely then as the firing came to a close the timers severed all connections and the robots finished their killing without discretion or control until their magazines emptied.

There would be more... Forensic scientists having a specialty in mechanical engineering, Robotics, AI, computer science and networking were hastily assembled and their knowledge enhanced for an investigation that wasn't quite like any other...

There would be more...

© Ralph Pitre

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

find your way...

The leader in a group isn't always the one who wants to lead but the one who wants to find their own way, without regard for what the others are doing and willing to tackle the fear of the unknown before them... They become leaders only because others seek to follow... However, followers are just as likely to express individualism, to find their own way, perhaps even to express a desire to lead

we are hell

We fear death, not death itself but the uncertainty after death; what happens to us next, but fear not we should, this is hell. Eons believing the world will better itself and together embrace Nirvana will never happen, this is hell, believing there's hope in dying is a special hell, false hope is someone wicked idea of a bad joke on us, this is hell, millennia of violence and torture the divine has seen fit to isolate us from the rest of sentient life and place us here in an outpost of the universe, this is hell, wish all you want, hope until your soul bleeds, for this is hell and heaven has already banished your soul upon birth

everywhere...

the kind of equality we shouldn't want... consumer conformity, where ever you go the same familiar stores are there for you, to comfort you, keeping you complacent and in line, every television a variation on last seasons, to comfort, sameness is comforting... corporations despite their illusion of capitalism are socialist in nature, all must do the same work in the same way, eliminating the need for innovation but from a few which inevitability promotes conformity, innovation in the many ways to bring equal benign order and control, to quell the savage intellects need to know, to learn, everything we learn, we are told, never allowed to discover... placated by the belief that others have innovation and intellect in hand

Consumption...

Is everywhere... We are not just a consumer culture, a consumer society, but an animal of consumption, we consume all that we confront or confronted with, at the very least, try... It is in our nature. We can't sit static when there is a consumable set before us; and everything is a consumable... Until there is nothing left and consume ourselves... In an effort to keep itself alive, to consume, starvation forces the body to consume whatever it can from within until it eats itself to death

To Fly...

Wonder, flying free, no, soaring over the deep valley wherein the creek flows Hawks soar, riding the wind that rises from the ground Like mankind, did the dinosaur stomp and lumber the earth pining to rise and by divine evolution find its wings and leave the ground?

545 vs. 300,000,000 People

"People are frustrated. As far as they can tell, nothing seems to get done up there. But that's our fault. We elected them. There's a certain defect in democracy. When you have an uninformed electorate, that's what you get." "545 vs. 300,000,000 People By Charlie Reese Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them. Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits? Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes? You and I don't propose a federal budget. The President does. You and I don't have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does. You and I don't write the tax code, Congress does. You and I don't set fiscal policy, Congress does. You and I don't control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does. One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one President, and nine Supreme Court justices equates to 545 human beings out of the 300 million are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country. I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central bank. I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman, or a President to do one cotton-picking thing. I don't care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislator's responsibility to determine how he votes. Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party. What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of a Speaker, who stood up and criticized the President for creating deficits. The President can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it. The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving appropriations and taxes. Who is the speaker of the House? He is the leader of the majority party. He and fellow House members, not the President, can approve any budget they want. If the President vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to. It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million cannot replace 545 people who stand convicted -- by present facts -- of incompetence and irresponsibility. I can't think of a single domestic problem that is not traceable directly to those 545 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise the power of the federal government, then it must follow that what exists is what they want to exist. If the tax code is unfair, it's because they want it unfair. If the budget is in the red, it's because they want it in the red. If the Army & Marines are in a foreign country it's because they want them in a foreign country ... If they do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it's because they want it that way. There are no insoluble government problems. Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like "the economy," "inflation," or "politics" that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do. Those 545 people, and they alone, are responsible. They, and they alone, have the power. They, and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses. Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees... We should vote all of them out of office and clean up their mess!"

Thursday, January 10, 2013

The Rats Are Leaving the Ship Because All the Sailors Have Gone Mad!!!

I like guns, they're fun to fire... at people I don't like, people who say dumb things, I don't need a gun to protect myself because I, like most Americans, live in a relatively nice neighborhood with nice people around, except when they say or do or act stupid... then well I want to shoot them... I don't like knives because it forces me to stand face to face with the person I want to... you know what... I want to stand far enough away so they don't have a chance to retaliate... doesn't matter who that person is; man, woman or child, mother, father, brother, sister, best friend, love or hate them... say, do, act stupid... BANG!!! everybody's doing it... why shouldn't I?

From Evernote:

The Rats Are Leaving the Ship Because All the Sailors Have Gone Mad!!!

I like guns, they're fun to fire... at people I don't like, people who say dumb things, I don't need a gun to protect myself because I, like most Americans, live in a relatively nice neighborhood with nice people around, except when they say or do or act stupid... then well I want to shoot them... I don't like knives because it forces me to stand face to face with the person I want to... you know what... I want to stand far enough away so they don't have a chance to retaliate... doesn't matter who that person is; man, woman or child, mother, father, brother, sister, best friend, love or hate them... say, do, act stupid... BANG!!! everybody's doing it... why shouldn't I?