As the psychopath’s prepare their daily executions, ready to smoke their victims’ remains and serve them at their community dining table, the lolcow’s lubricate whatever orifice at hand with gasoline and stand ready for sacrifice. It is their holy rite of passage into the nether world.
From jackasses and their signs at the entry-way of your local grocery store, restaurant, school or liquor shop, shouting out orders to don the masks of oxygen depravation in order to enter their establishment to buy the crap they sell, now we have commands from non-human plastic suits of programmed insanity to obey whatever shitf**kery is programmed into these machines
The avenue of choices towards one’s personal tank into the bowels of Hell here on Earth are so varied that choosing one’s demise is as mind-numbing as watching any local or corporate news programming, trying to find a grain of truth. Total annihilation of the remaining gray cells in one’s brains ensues.
Mask-Enforcing Humanoid Robots Set to Invade Office Spaces – via zerohedge.com
As some Wall Street banks have summoned traders and other employees back to offices, their ability to enforce social distancing measures will be challenging unless human-like mask-detecting robots are deployed.
Pepper, designed by SoftBank Robotics, is the world’s first social humanoid robot able to recognize faces and basic human emotions. The robot stands 120 cm (47 inches) uses optical sensors and artificial intelligence to recognize if people are wearing masks.
Pepper features voice interaction to warn people if they’re not wearing a mask, telling them: “You always have to wear a mask properly.”
The robot then identifies someone responding to the request to put on their mask – it then says: “Thank you for having put on your mask.”
Comforting to be admonished of what’s ‘proper’ by a fucking robot!
…and Jesus wept!
At some point soon, the demons running the show will outlaw Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas, during some bleak, mid-October phase of ramped-up, 2nd wave of cornholio bullshit.
Lamentations swelling from the apathetic’s, the willful ignorant’s, and the insane cries’ will be heard outside this universe of insanity.
But here’s the universal joke – we’ve fucked up for so long by listening to and obeying these earthly demons, that we haven’t come to the realization that the gods of the universe high-tailed it out of this sector long ago, leaving us to fend for ourselves among these arseholes because of our apathy and willful ignorance. And now, well, how fucked are we?
Stupidity for the Stupidity gods, Lolcowdom for the Lolcowdom gods, Shitf**kery for the Shitf**kery gods – the humans open all orifices for degradation and their ultimate demise.
“There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live—did live, from habit that became instinct—in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized.”—George Orwell, 1984
This shitposting writer remains convinced that Christmas will not be ‘allowed’ by these cement heads, and so, we celebrate the music of Christmas now: (And if you might doubt that…think back just one year ago, and if you were asked whether you would have to wear a face diaper into a store to buy food….you would have laughed your arse off.)
Do Face Masks Work? 8 Peer-Reviewed Studies – via globalresearch.ca
Tonight’s musical offering:
King’s College – Cambridge – “Bethlehem Down”
“When He is King we will give him the King’s gifts,
Myrrh for its sweetness, and gold for a crown,
Beautiful robes”, said the young girl to Joseph
Fair with her first-born on Bethlehem Down.
Bethlehem Down is full of the starlight
Winds for the spices, and stars for the gold,
Mary for sleep, and for lullaby music
Songs of a shepherd by Bethlehem fold.
When He is King they will clothe Him in grave-sheets,
Myrrh for embalming, and wood for a crown,
He that lies now in the white arms of Mary
Sleeping so lightly on Bethlehem Down.
Here He has peace and a short while for dreaming,
Close-huddled oxen to keep Him from cold,
Mary for love, and for lullaby music
Songs of a shepherd by Bethlehem fold.