All you need is love. And after this decade, that'll be all you have. ▼ The Fourth turning, John Titor's predictions and talk at the water-cooler hints, that we are about to enter a hot war with Russia. Barring divine intervention, it seems to be question of when, not if. On the other hand, as the world is going to hell in a handbasket, the timing is an academic question, if even that. We flew past the Point of no Return so fast, that nobody noticed. Democracy is smashed beyond recognition, you can't vote your way out of this no matter where you live. There is precious little to do for us IS-BE's, but sit back, make some popcorn (not that microwave shit), pour some real butter over it (heated in a pan over a stove), gather your friends over, and watch the world burn. Nobody is going to the office next
Actions of the Unseen hand This is a brief history of how I happened to stumble on to my true reality. Words "happen" and "stumble" are used only to ease in the reader. The whole sequence of events, people, nations and activities of the "unseen hand" are nothing like happenstances; with the benefit of 20/20 hindsight, the progression was as ballistic as Greek Drama, or Puccini's opera. And the fat lady has not yet sung. In the interest of brevity, I will summarize the salient, indisputable facts first, and then we can together see if our hypothesis (that chance had no part in this narrative) holds water. I was infected with an unknown nerve toxin (Suspected Leptospirosa, not verified even in UN Labs) while in Seoul for high-level negotiations with Samsung. This was to be a critical two days, during which my goal was to get our products in as many Samsung-platforms for as many years as possible. Our primary weapon was my ability to anticipate and ex