day one facebook jail, again.
the word, putito.
tiny whore man.
male slut.
whipping boy.
child servant.
social media is life porn.
and we managed fine without IT before it.
there will be no singularity, in our lifetime, because we would never agree.
that is the spirit of intelligence, data analysis no matter how fast, cannot inhabit the spirit realm, do not possess telepathy, coordination, grace.
i got put in the timeline timeout for telling US soldiers setting up airbases in Costa Rica, to not. and i called them a name i'd not like to be called.
i cannot say "with all due respect" because i do not know them personally.
i know maps and the curvature of the planet.
i know the ocean.
and what they're doing is very much my business.
costa rica abolished it's own army but gave residence to israeli armed forces, to exmarines, to half of caracas, and half of medellin, accepted a gift of neutrality from taiwan and then betrayed the bridge of trust for plastic gunk from china.
my facebook timeline reads like a perfect synthesis of everything that REALLY HAPPENED since 2008 when i joined. publish to print, on hemp.
the first time out was handed to me for referring to a philosopher, chinese, handsome, contemporary, who sells our purpose and pleasure as a species to the doom and despair of toys and technology. the kind of mind so enmeshed with sadness, there is no life.
i called him a putito because he'd like to be, he wished he'd be, called such names, by me.
because i meant "sell out", i meant schill, i meant doubter.
the gift of abstract thought comes alive in writing.
it means i've noticed him, i've listened; after all, doomsayers are given the burden of warning the stupid out of the people. i called him a name i would not care to be called, not that in the past it would not hurt, but in the present, interpersonal relativity is so subject to name calling, price gauging, censorship, privacy, legalese, firuletes and exculensis, most of social media has developed thicker skins and double chins.
insults in 2020 have nowhere else to go anymore.
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