It’s been 5 years since I inflicted myself on people here. Honestly, I forgot about this blog, and no, I don’t have a good reason for that.

Nothing major happened, no new job, no death in the family, I didn’t die, although I’m still scratching my head on that one –I should have been dead for a decade now, not sure if I’m proud on disappointed about that–.
I just, forgot.
I hope it’s not a reflection on value or projected worth or anything regarding this, I just got caught in something else.
Imagine a chubby seal getting caught in napkin sized net, and not being able to get out…yeah, sounds about right.

As I rediscovered, my last post was about the end of the world and me being aggravated it wasn’t ending fast enough.
That was 5 years ago. A lot has happened: I got new diseases, I lost an old one, I lost some weight, then put back more, you know…fun, human stuff that leads to a stagnating and fulfilling hell…I mean life!

So, let’s take inventory of current events shall we?
The US entered it’s final stage of a dying empire, and it’s saying: if I’m going down, I’m taking you all with me.

All around the world people are getting ready for the next World War — may it be the last one, I don’t care how, I just don’t like reruns of bad shows–

Despite our finest and wisest, warning about the advent of AI, we are trying our hardest to build our instrument of extermination.

And the climate change interview from the hit show The Newsroom was 11 years ago, and we’ve done next to nothing to even try to avert that catastrophe.

With all this in mind, one thing becomes clear to me, and apparently only me.
We as a species are suicidal. And this is the punchline.
The punchline is the setup looping back to the punchline.

Everything we do, is meant to kill us, shorten our lifespan, or lead to something else that will do one of the two or both.
And the funniest thing is that we think it’s our choice and we proudly exercise our right to freedom.
I don’t like comedy in horror and vice versa. Call me a purist, call me Shirley, call me, I’m lonely and I promise to talk to you all night!
Just don’t call this, a result of freedom.

And the way I see it, the only problem that keeps doing this to us is: We are still cavemen.
We haven’t evolved a day past that state.
You may be thinking to yourself at this point: silly Pickle, I’m reading this on a screen powered by lighting and microprocessors and the latest technology available to man, so how can we be cavemen?

Well, simply put we haven’t cleared stage 1 in the game of evolution.
What is stage 1?
LEAVE THE PERSON NEXT TO YOU IN PEACE!
Weather it’s you and your neighbor or a kid in school having issues with another kid or a country with another country, it’s always the same thing: I want to do something hostile to you because.
Because: you act slightly different, you dress different, you eat something other that I do, you have something I want, and I don’t want to trade or pay for it, you have a silly hat on your had, you don’t have a silly hat on your head.

The list of pointless distinction can be endless, and in out tech fueled dystopia, it is.
Gimme that sweet sweet AI babble that vilifies a group of people and makes me feel good about myself.
No need for introspection when I have a GPT telling me everything is A ok!

If anyone would like to challenge this, please do, but before you do, go read the headline of any newspaper that has an international section, if you can disprove those, take the time to write the reply, if not, well…do it anyway, it may help with the blog engagement, and I want to see what a sponsor email looks like before I go up in a cloud of nuclear smoke 😀

We as humans are incapable of leaving our other human that lives in visual proximity, alone.
We just can’t do it. We have to know. Anything and everything. And when enough divergences accumulate, or if it’s just one that seems relevant enough, boom! They are the others now, no longer equal humans like you, they aren’t good, they are less, and they are growing, they are coming from an other place, and soon they may take over!
OMG, we have to arm up! Men wearing skirts are gonna…invite us to toss a log and eat haggis at their house!

Then groups form, then abuse and discrimination, then death.

Loop it, aaaaand punchline.

I don’t know how to end it for anyone else.
I’d say, as long as they are not hurting anyone, don’t look and don’t care, you should be busy with your own life to even notice.
But it doesn’t work, and here we are.
Our hopes pacified. History a meme. And we are all waiting for the other punchline to drop, but it’s always the same one.

X-men 97 – Magneto was right!