When you are the keeper of a dog, or two, or three or more (bless you), you spend a lot of time picking up poop. Now, this isn’t any news to those who own dogs, and isn’t any news that is interesting to those who don’t house lovable canines. But it will probably land on your social credit score, and whether you bending over with plastic bag in hand, your gazed fixated on a candy bar look-a-like that hasn’t a hint of the smell of chocolate, will get your credit score soaring, only the tech turds in Silicon valley can say for sure.
According to Mike Elgan, writing for Fast Company, such a system (China’s social credit rating system) is already being developed here in the U.S. by Silicon Valley technology companies, apart from the U.S. Government.
Many Westerners are disturbed by what they read about China’s social credit system. But such systems, it turns out, are not unique to China. A parallel system is developing in the United States, in part as the result of Silicon Valley and technology-industry user policies, and in part by surveillance of social media activity by private companies. – via healthimpactnews.com
That’s right, Amy. Proper f**kery, indeed!
Now, whether insouciant Americans undies will get all bunched up over such corporate dickery is highly doubtful, considering that most have been in a bent over state for so long that the image of an American bending over for the good of the country should become a collectible postage stamp.
Take away football, cleavage offerings, social media distractions, Twitter meltdowns, bent identity politics, government theater in the form of mental morons promising this, that and everything in between, and we’re left with dealing with ourselves – naked, dumbed downed and unashamedly lost in corporate chicanery that make the demons weep that they didn’t envision what these modern day shysters have concocted, thousands of years ago.
What do I wish for, you probably don’t care to hear, and frankly, I don’t care to bother you with either…but here goes anyway…is just a time when living the everyday, wasn’t such a f**king drudgery, fending off lasers of absolute shittery from ding dong lunatics whom Beelzebub hasn’t yet called to his eternal lair of inhaling deeply of the gratings of the dead skin from the feet of these pond scum a-holes – that being more potent than any nuclear bomb.
Maybe just a bit more of this might help….
Or updated…this performance of pure elegance and love
“The Very Thought of You” – Wynton Marsalis