Everyone knows the differences between an archetypal politician and a, let's use the term, 'person of negotiable affection'. Chiefly among them, that you can choose to fuck the latter and have no choice in being fucked by the former. Also, both will take your money, however you have no say in the matter with the former, while if you choose not to fuck the latter, your money stays in your wallet. And unlike some STDs, stupidity and utter lack of foresight are incurable.
With authoritarian monarchy there is a chance, that you'll be governed by an inbred motherfucker (literally, I mean, there have been cases) who will hang your family because he didn't like the color of your shoes. Or a down to earth guy who's got his shit sorted. With democracy, you have a solid 100% guarantee that you'll be ruled by someone whose IQ is the consequence of the average IQ of the voters. Take the dumbest guy in the electorate and divide his IQ by the number of voters, that's what you get. But hey, you chose that, right? go ahead, feel smug and morally superior, pat yourself on the back.
If issues covered in that "Trade agreement" are already covered in Polish law/policy, then why is it being signed anyway? For kicks? To conform? Sorry, but I never heard of a lemming which suddenly sprouted wings and flew away in the midst of free fall. Sure. Go ahead, carve open a whole new niche for the black market. The netizens will adapt. Ad-hoc wifi networks and encrypted VPNs, onion routing, and so on and so forth.
If the admin credentials for our PM's website (which, mind you, was on an external network, therefore it's rather doubtful that any critical data was there - if there was, then, well shucks...) are admin and admin1, for the login and password, respectively. And said PM keeps his government issue laptop password on a post-it stuck to it, then I won't even ask about the level of IT security policy practiced in our government. I won't ask, and I won't shudder. I'll just get a bottle of good alcohol and store it. And look for a nice place to drink it (preferably in a tropical climate) at the time when that asteroid finally hits, or the nukes start flying.
Because if the apocalypse doesn't hit then I'll be very disappointed. If the world won't burn, scream or quake, then our grandchildren won't hate us for our stupidity. They won't have the capacity to hate, care, or think for that matter. They'll just want another 100% legal, certified, infringement free megaburger™ and fries™, while consuming another safe, original, corpo-issued, G rated blood and gore kids extravaganza remake of a sequel of a remake of a remake of a prequel (you can smell and taste the blood in our 6D™ holo-gigaplex™, only 15 corpo$ extra) with an amazing 10 lines of dialogue.
Come hither asteroid!
With authoritarian monarchy there is a chance, that you'll be governed by an inbred motherfucker (literally, I mean, there have been cases) who will hang your family because he didn't like the color of your shoes. Or a down to earth guy who's got his shit sorted. With democracy, you have a solid 100% guarantee that you'll be ruled by someone whose IQ is the consequence of the average IQ of the voters. Take the dumbest guy in the electorate and divide his IQ by the number of voters, that's what you get. But hey, you chose that, right? go ahead, feel smug and morally superior, pat yourself on the back.
If issues covered in that "Trade agreement" are already covered in Polish law/policy, then why is it being signed anyway? For kicks? To conform? Sorry, but I never heard of a lemming which suddenly sprouted wings and flew away in the midst of free fall. Sure. Go ahead, carve open a whole new niche for the black market. The netizens will adapt. Ad-hoc wifi networks and encrypted VPNs, onion routing, and so on and so forth.
If the admin credentials for our PM's website (which, mind you, was on an external network, therefore it's rather doubtful that any critical data was there - if there was, then, well shucks...) are admin and admin1, for the login and password, respectively. And said PM keeps his government issue laptop password on a post-it stuck to it, then I won't even ask about the level of IT security policy practiced in our government. I won't ask, and I won't shudder. I'll just get a bottle of good alcohol and store it. And look for a nice place to drink it (preferably in a tropical climate) at the time when that asteroid finally hits, or the nukes start flying.
Because if the apocalypse doesn't hit then I'll be very disappointed. If the world won't burn, scream or quake, then our grandchildren won't hate us for our stupidity. They won't have the capacity to hate, care, or think for that matter. They'll just want another 100% legal, certified, infringement free megaburger™ and fries™, while consuming another safe, original, corpo-issued, G rated blood and gore kids extravaganza remake of a sequel of a remake of a remake of a prequel (you can smell and taste the blood in our 6D™ holo-gigaplex™, only 15 corpo$ extra) with an amazing 10 lines of dialogue.
Come hither asteroid!
It would be hard to deny any of the above mentioned. At least the monarchy gives us a chance for a wise ruler. Although, I dare to say that any change of the system is hardly possible. The moment one declares "no-democracy policy" will be the moment we will have a "peaceful demonstration of military power" on our asses.
ReplyDeleteApocalypse? No, I rather pass this one. It seems, though, that the time of cyberpunk is lurking behind the corner. Makes one wonder: Should I buy a gun and a bulletproof vest?
Sorry W., but cyberpunk isn't lurking behind the corner. It's laughing in our faces while it kicks our balls. It's here in everything but in name. Drones? Check. Combat exoskeletons? Check. Implants? Check (well, for the most part). Talored RNA-viruses? Check. Augmented reality? Present. Private armies? Corporate rule? Got it covered. Global information network? A gaping abyss between the rich and the poor? Yep. And so on and so forth.
ReplyDeleteApocalypse may be somewhat far-fetched, but without some impulse, something to finally flip over the figures and break the gameboard to pieces we're on a safe, slow declining, way towards 1984/the inhabitants of the starship in "Wall-E".