The potentially enormous benefits of AI

AI came in really handy for us this past weekend. We were about to travel to Casper, Wyoming, and needed to know what check-in time was for our motel. So I asked “What time is check-in-time for C’mon Inn in Casper, Wyoming?” The answer came back,  immediately: 4:00 PM. We could have called the motel or gone to the website, but AI is making our easy lives even easier than they were already.

And, of course, AI is telling us the truth about unimportant matters, while lying about the big stuff. Just like Wikipedia, Snopes, Google/Bing/Yahoo … that’s the marketing plan, to fill in details on stuff like celebrity birthdays and movies, and lie about important stuff, like Climate Change, wars, 9/11, and even now-insignificant things like Jonestown, Waco, and Tiananmen. I’ve argued with AI about, say Newton’s Third Law, and the impossibility that jet airliners could cause a skyscraper to implode (says AI: The airliner impact set about a vibration that eventually eroded the structure).  I have asked about the impossibility that astronauts could withstand radiation in space, especially the Van Allen belts (says AI, they just went really, really fast, and scooted right on through!). **

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American tourists gripped in State of Fear, forced to stay in complexes while sipping Piña coladas

I don’t have three hours and seven minutes to watch Jake the Awake carry on about the supposed uprising in Mexico these past few days. I knew it was fake. I did not know why it was staged, and still don’t.

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Stu Sutcliffe/Andy Warhol reviewed

[Note: This is a re-viewing of a 2017 piece I wrote … I have changed hardly a thing, and left the comments from then intact.]

IPart 1: The nature of the Beatles (reference The Beatles Never Existed (TBNE))

sutcliffe-2My assertion is that Stu Sutcliffe was an Intelligence asset who faked his death in 1961, and was reassigned the role of artist Andy Warhol. To understand this is useful to understand the context of both the Beatles, with whom Sutcliffe was supposedly the first bass player, and the art scene of that era, which was infiltrated by Intelligence to remove meaningful content from it.

I know now of at least five Beatles, that is, the “McCartney” twins, John, George and Ringo.  TBNE [a website at that time suggesting two groups of Beatles, each comprised of four body doubles or twins] insists on more than one George and Ringo as well. We’ve not done any research here on the matter, but I have spotted two Paul’s and a few body doubles too. Since I have tied this to their photographs as children, we think the evidence strong. (Note: I do not assume with any of these people, the Beatles or Sutcliffe, that we know their real names.)

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Pete Ham/Bill Maher and C versus CO versus CO2

Bill Maher is not the smartest guy around, but I am not criticizing him for that. Neither am I of notable intelligence. At age 75 going on 76, every evening as the sun sets I am visited with memories of dumb things, goofs and arrogance-related mistakes I have made. Those who have experienced NDEs, or near-death experiences speak of a life review that goes on before being sent back here to Plato’s Caveville. In my case, there is no need for that. I’ve already done it.

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OK. This is not about advertising. It’s about the Moon landings.

Moon landings is like a drug, it just hooks people. It so happened that the last post was not supposed to be about that subject, but why try!

OK, so let’s go there. But let’s take it up a level. There’s a whole lot of evidence of a suspicious nature, like the photographs. But they could have easily taken those after-the-fact. In that sense, they don’t validate or invalidate anything. The logistics were beyond my frame of reference. They say there were Van Allen belts, and then not to worry about them, all you have to do is go really fast! They say that there was not enough fuel aboard, but even with a pocket calculator, not available back then, I cannot do that arithmetic. They say that bombardment by cosmic rays could be fatal, but what if they are so intermittent that it was a chance worth taking? All of that, and more, taking a buggy just for a joy ride,  having a camera that was able to shoot the launch of the return voyage, ridiculously fake, and freakishly sullen astronauts on return … proves nothing.

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This is NOT about the moon landings! It’s about advertising.

This interview addressed below (link) is with Massimo Mazzucco, a photographer who, while speaking with an Italian accent, is very good at English too. Consequently, I can understand his words without the annoyance that comes with having to parse and think at the same time. His business is to debunk the debunkers – to claim that the moon landings were a hoax. There’s nothing new to discover, and no new ground broken, so Petra, our friend, please, this is not about that. I wanted to link to Fakeologist and Ab Irato since a while back I took a shot at Lynn Ertell, a regular there whom I find terribly annoying. This is a way of apology for me, to link to some of Ab’s good stuff.

So as not to single out Ertell, I am of a bent that very quickly gets annoyed at supposed experts on any subject who practice the art of obfuscation:

  1. Pose as an expert.
  2. Never answer a direct question directly.
  3. Control the forum. Interrupt as needed, talk over, misdirect, drone on endlessly.
  4. If you don’t like the question asked, answer another.

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The knockout punch

The older one gets, the more it becomes clear that it is a great mistake not to have been brilliant when very young. Difficult to arrange, I realize, but for the splendid saving of time it is to come into one’s intelligence early! Alexis the Tocqueville, who so handsomely did, is a case very much in point. He was not a traditional genius, at least not at the blazingly-high-IQ-learn-six-languages-while-writing-and-oboe-concerto-at-11-years-old sort of genius. The young Tocqueville was indeed a genius of perception, of the type that Henry James would describe as someone “on whom nothing is lost.” He was a man assailed by perceptions, observations, insights. Where others were confused by the jumble of life about them, he was fascinated by it; where they saw chaos, he perceived patterns. No phenomenon – be it a certain kind of personality, a common thread tying together a group, or the character of an institution – could pass before him without his working his way to a determination of its underlying cause, reason for being, ultimate significance. His was an intelligence organized for almost perpetual intellectual penetration. (Introduction to Democracy in America, by Alexis de Tocqueville, Bantam 2002 edition, by Joseph Epstein. Link to Gutenberg Book 1, Book 2)

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A journey in film noire

As time goes on, approaching age 76, I am less active and watching more TV, at least from 5PM on. To qualify, I never watch news or any sports except the Denver Broncos, and for that I can offer no rational explanation. Of course the NFL is rigged for the other 31 teams, but not the Broncos! I do like detective fiction more than any other genre. It offers a kind of cleanliness that I don’t find anywhere else, that is, they only focus on problem solving. If they want to throw in propaganda for the hoi palloi, I am gone. I lose WSOD, or willing suspension of disbelief.

For instance, and this is not detective fiction, but I did watch episode 1 of The Pitt. In it they had a flashback scene in which Dr. Michael Robinavitch, played by Noah Wyle, was was in a room filled withs stretchers, maybe fifty people dying of Covid despite doctors’ attempts to save them. This ran head on against my experience from 2020 when independent-minded people all over the country were going to hospital emergency rooms, getting as close as they could, only to find … crickets. There might have been card games or wheel chair races, but there were no patients. It was all a TV show, ala Wag the Dog.

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Lynn discovers that MLK assassination was fake!

I don’t often use this (small) forum to attack, and would not if I knew a person. With Lynn E, she comes off as pedagogical, but like some teachers we’ve all experienced, it’s about stuff we already know. They sit back in their leather chair smoking a pipe, and say “Well, you know, there is some controversy about the moon landings, but I don’t engage in conspiracy theory.” Lynn would know they were fake, but might present it to us as a new discovery.

That’s fine, I just don’t pay attention, but at Fakeologist.com, she is featured at least once a week. Ab likes her, and I would too if I needed space filler. She’s always available. Recently, she presented the Martin Luther King assassination, and in fairness I have not listened to it, but do know that she is telling us it was fake. Zounds!

Mr. Mathis wrote about this episode a long time ago, and in an “oh by the way” style, not detailing it as he did JFK or John Lennon. His piece was a bit of a drive-by, but he made his point. As MLK lay bleeding to death, people down below were going on about their business as if nothing had happened, no gunshots, nothing. I wrote about it myself (I cannot locate the piece – this is much more recent), using face chops, which Mr. Mathis abhors. But it convinced me … MLK became Don King, fight promoter with wild hair. What better disguise!

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The Newman Chronicles

I just clipped and saved the image to the left, and then when I went to download it to this post could not find it. Finally I traced it to a file in my photographs called “Family Photos”, and I was going to move it to another file and then realized, wait, that’s probably the right place for it!

The man in the photo is Alfred E. Newman, a creation of William Gaines, also the man who gave us Mad Magazine. It still exists, part of DC Comics, but, you know, like the Beach Boys, still on tour, it’s not the same as it was. I have just a couple of stories about Mad Magazine, the first of which involves urban legends.

I was led to believe that William Gaines was a talented artist and humorist who could not find employment anywhere in entertainment or publishing because he was Jewish. In fact, his father, Max Gaines, was the publisher of All-American Comics division of DC Comics. In 1947 his father was killed in a motorboat accident on Lake Placid, and so Gaines quit school to take over the family business, EC Comics. He did OK, and otherwise was on his way to a career as a teacher. Instead, he worked in comic books. I find that a nobler profession.

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