Neurocapitalism. It’s a new “thing”, I guess. Basically, it’s a result of madmen getting together, playing a game of chicken with Beelzebub, losing (of course), and as loser of a game fraught with eternal personal f**kery, had to devise shyte to torment innocents and gather more vaults of cash in order for these f**ks to escape previously undisclosed deeper rings of Hell than Dante first wrote about, and in the process, create an outhouse of stench for anyone who will buy their shyte. Which, in the modern era, is nearly everyone.
As Vox‘s Sigal Samuel reported:
Mark Zuckerberg’s company is funding research on brain-computer interfaces (BCIs) that can pick up thoughts directly from your neurons and translate them into words. The researchers say they’ve already built an algorithm that can decode words from brain activity in real time.
And Musk’s company has created flexible “threads” that can be implanted into a brain and could one day allow you to control your smartphone or computer with just your thoughts. Musk wants to start testing in humans by the end of next year.
Of course, we know what this is:
Consider the dangers of Gehenna created electromagnetic goo these bastards have already unleashed upon humankind, marketed neatly as a “thing” you can’t do without.
No matter their thing, no matter how nifty and shiny it is, it usually results in the slow kill of all of us (or the quick kill if you happen to live in a foreign country that the US supplies arms that can kill thousdands quite efficiently). Yet no matter how it horrible all their shiny shyte is, we keep using their shyte.
RadioFrequency (RF) Radiation Safety Limits for cell phones and other wireless devices were established in 1996. They don’t apply to current products and how we are exposed to WiFi sources today. The Chicago Tribune recently released a report about various smartphone models that substantially exceed federal RF safety limits and a class action lawsuit has been filed because of this. Makes you wonder about how many other common wireless sources are also exceeding federal safety limits as well. – via activist post.com
But, we’re addicted to their shyte, thinking it’s the love Robert Palmer wrote a song about back in the 80’s. It’s not real love, of course, just the luv of being enslaved, and not giving a rat’s ass about anything else other than continuing to be enslaved, thinking we’re immune to their stuff.
There are alternatives to interfacing with insanity. New beginnings – that type of thing – turning away from their shyte. Now, how many new beginnings the gods will give us…who can say.
Tonight’s musical offering:
“Beginnings” – Leonid & Friends (Chicago cover)
(headphones on, volume way up, with full screen on, for that extra sensory delight of this gem from Leonid & Friends)