Amazon is doing what Trump “wanted”.

Last year I predicted that electing Biden would solve many problems because the media and corporations would stop devoting ALL of their energy to FUCK_TRUMP FUCK_TRUMP FUCK_TRUMP. They might start protecting their own interests in ways that would accidentally improve American lives.

Unfortunately they DIDN’T modify or decrease the HOLOCAUST. The demonic MDs (Mengele Doctors) are still killing and torturing millions for pleasure. Endless supply of Viagra for demonic psychopaths.

But some other areas are improving. China Insights reports that Amazon is cracking down massively on Chinese sellers, closing at least 50k Chinese accounts so far this year. Most of these resellers are buying things online in China and then selling them for about 10x the price to Americans. They also run clickfarms to generate fake reviews, which involves a huge amount of shipping and delivery of empty packages to satisfy Amazon’s algorithms. As with bitcoin, we’re wasting tremendous amounts of resources and creating tremendous amounts of pollution for NO PURPOSE AT ALL. This activity doesn’t manufacture real products or provide real services, it only creates lies and fraud.

Trump pretended to be a populist but didn’t even TRY to limit China. Now that Amazon is no longer solely driven by the urgent need to insult and mock half of its customers, it is finally doing what Trump pretended to do. Eliminating huge numbers of fake sellers and arbitragers in China makes more room for REAL sellers in US.

No, that’s not why he’s persecuted.

I’ve always been uneasy and unsettled about Assange. A major part of the story is missing. Neither side makes enough sense. I don’t have any idea what’s missing, but sometimes I can say for sure what’s NOT missing.

Greenwald is solidly with Assange, for excellent reasons. In an ideal world journalists and scientists should be seeking truth, not serving Deepstate. In this long and thoughtful video essay, Greenwald features a brief interview with Assange in 2011 before the persecution started. Assange is telling us that Deepstate doesn’t want to win wars, it wants to keep wars going endlessly. Glenn says this is the real reason for the persecution.

Shit. That doesn’t make the tiniest microlick of sense. Millions of thinkers and writers have understood that Deepstate needs permanent war, starting with Machiavelli and continuing through Orwell and Parkinson. This fact is more widely and openly discussed than Newton’s laws.

Histologically historic

An article on new methods in neurology includes a dramatic finding. The headline about maps of connections is NOT the dramatic part. Maps won’t really help, and maps of a meaningful part of the brain are mathematically unachievable. Most of the action happens in the resonant waves, which are only partly carried on the mappable connections.

Here’s the historic part:

The tissue, about the size of a pinhead, had been preserved, stained with heavy metals, cut into 5,000 slices and imaged under an electron microscope. This cubic millimeter of tissue accounts for only one-millionth of the entire human brain. Yet the vast trove of data depicting it comprises 1.4 petabytes’ worth of brightly colored microscopy images of nerve cells, blood vessels and more.

“It is like discovering a new continent,” said Jeff Lichtman of Harvard, the senior author of the paper that presented these results. He described a menagerie of puzzling features that his team had already spotted in the human tissue, including new types of cells never seen in other animals, such as neurons with axons that curl up and spiral atop each other and neurons with two axons instead of one.

Neurologists have been observing and drawing and photographing neurons for more than 200 years. The earliest microscopes were good enough to see the overall shape of a neuron. Electron microscopes and computerized scans weren’t needed for this level of detail. Despite centuries of careful observation, these forms of neurons weren’t seen before.

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Semi-relevant but interesting: The Quanta article itself has a feature I haven’t seen before. Instead of showing MP4s or GIFs of the scanning process, it loads the 3d mesh directly and lets you rotate it by hand. The action doesn’t seem to be happening at the HTML level; the HTML for the page doesn’t call on a 3d viewer like OpenGL in the reader’s own computer. It must be happening in Quanta’s website with interactive commands.

The value of a precise worklog

American Radio Library has added an autobiography of Harold Wheeler, one of the mid-level pioneers of radio circuitry. (He was associated with the better-known Hazeltine.) The book is mainly interesting for its odd style. As a pure engineer, Wheeler kept a PRECISE daily worklog every day from birth, and had his own engineerish ways of representing words and dates and numbers. The book was simply transcribed from Wheeler’s worklogs, not edited into normal style.


After Ruth and I started going together, we enjoyed a very busy social calendar including many activities associated with the University. One circle was the sororities. She was a member of Gamma Beta Pi (a local which was later inducted into Kappa Kappa Gamma). My first tuxedo was required for the annual Panhellenic Prom of all sororities (240425). In our last semester, we attended 8 large dances related to the school, the last being my Senior Prom. By that time, we were engaged (from 250323). Those were the delightful days of ballroom dancing, before it was diluted by subversion and polluted by amplifiers.

This intensely personal and intensely precise style gives special power and authority to some sections.

For instance:

Our move to Washington, D.C., in 1916 completely altered our family pattern but not our close relationship. From then until I married in 1926, it was still my home, and I was very fortunate. My father had found a stucco house in a new development in Chevy Chase, D.C., near the fashionable suburb of that name in Maryland. It was 5 miles from my father’s work in the Dept. of Agriculture, near the White House. There was good streetcar service, third rail in town and the Connecticut Ave. trolley out to Chevy Chase Circle. Our house was a half-mile walk from the trolley. The address was 5503 33 St. N.W. The phone number was Cleveland 1238.

According to Googlestreet the house is still there. Unlike the book, the house has been edited, with modern windows that don’t fit the original style.

My father’s salary in his new job was much more dollars, but expenses were much greater in the city. My fourth sister, Harriet, was born soon after we moved. World War 1 was boosting prices. The first epidemic of the flu (Spanish influenza) was a terrible blow to Washington, wiping out whole families. We were fortunate, taking it in two shifts, so we could care for each other. First my father and the school children brought it home. Then my mother, Aunt May and the babies had their turn. Each of us was in a coma for a couple of days with a fever around 105. I remember reviving. My first question was, “What day is it?” My second was. “When do I eat?” I was recovering rapidly, but left with one scar, the beginning of a bald spot on top.

Note the HUGE FACT that just slides past….


That’s a real epidemic.

As I noted repeatedly at the start of this FAKE epidemic, older folks know the difference. We’ve been through REAL epidemics like polio and the ’57 flu. In a REAL epidemic everyone is sick including adults and children. In a REAL epidemic you don’t need FAKE TESTS conducted by spy agencies to tell you whether you were sick or not.

Fake surprise

Vice magazine does a good job of exposing bitcoin frauds. In this case they’re not standing back far enough..

CIA claims that it’s just now starting to get involved in bitcoin to defend against fake “attacks” created by CIA. Vice takes this as gospel and bashes “conspiracy theorists” who observed the fact before CIA “revealed” it.

Spies never reveal Shannon information. When a spy tells you something “new”, you can be 100% sure that you already know it, or should have already known it. If you didn’t already know it, you weren’t paying attention to reality.

Satoshi’s biography is full of clues, but you don’t need the clues. A currency that runs solely on NSA’s invention is going to be solely controlled and monitored by NSA. This is SIMPLE LOGIC.

If I invented a new currency based on cards that I printed with my mimeograph, and told you that every transaction has to be sent to my post office box for approval, you wouldn’t be fooled for a moment. You’d recognize that I intended to see all transactions so I could nab a percentage and use the info for blackmail.

Why is it any less obvious when the mimeograph is a meme-ograph, and when the post office box is a node in NSA’s electronic mail system?

Overloading the abacus

Listening to a long interview with Balaji Srinivasan. He’s one of those all-around realists selling bitcoin.

Balaji also reminds me of another type that has been around for a long time. I don’t know if he belongs to this type, but the pattern fits. Cult leaders tend to overwhelm the listener with a wide range of just beyond your reach language and concepts. Everything Balaji says is a jump to a new subject, and everything is insider jargon for a different type of insider. The interviewer, who is definitely tech-savvy, has to stop him every few minutes to come down to earth and explain or de-jargonize a concept.

Tech cult leaders, from Hubbard to Jobs to Elon to Elizabeth, know how to play this game. It’s the informational equivalent of the money-sloshing swindle, where money moves back and forth at a dizzying pace, each time apparently to your advantage, and then at the end you lose a huge amount from a place you weren’t watching because you were pleasantly overloaded by fake ‘advantages’. Scammers call it the Dazzle for good reason.

Each new swing of the informational vector turns your attention, and you try to keep up with the moves in this new direction, but the moves always stay just ahead of your internal counter. At some point your internal counters reach overload.

When a simple odometer-style counter overflows, two different things can happen. It can be treated as zero, or it can be rejected. A proper computer will simply stop and sound an alarm when an odometer overflows.

The IBM 650, with its unique Roman numbering, shows it easily. I previously showed the ones column running up to 9 and smoothly overflowing into the tens column…

But what happens when the entire 4-digit odometer is just about full?

The overload needs to be treated as NOT USABLE, and a separate alarm light needs to be triggered. Flipping the breaker.

Humans definitely have breakers on our internal information abacuses. We call them BS detectors. I suspect they’re more like comparators than abacuses. We tick up a bead each time the info matches a known pattern with a bitter flavor. When the beads stack up high enough, our retch reflex kicks in. We puke FUCK YOU to the source of info, and we GTFO of the situation where the bitter info is being funneled into our mind.

Clever dazzlers know how to reach overload (unshakable belief) without triggering the informational retch reflex.

Reviewing the bee’s waggle dance might help to clarify this. A reliable information scout provides useful and actionable information about a food source, in vector form. One direction, one distance count….

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Careful observers have decoded the honeybee’s waggle dance. It’s a vector message. The dancer is telling her hivemates about a good source of honey. She repeatedly forms a figure-8 pattern, with the message in the middle.

The direction of the dance is relative to the main honeycomb wall of the hive. The angle between the central motion line and the wall represents the vector of the food source relative to the sun.

Transposing the viewed dance to a position on the bee’s internal compass is complex, but using the memorized template can be hardwired in an insect with compound eyes that cover most of the compass. The template is assigned to one radial set of lenses, and the bee keeps the sun centered on that group of lenses.

The distance component of the vector is conveyed by the number of waggles in each central run.

This reminds me of the glial abacus that keeps track of numbers in short-term memory. Astrocyte cells serve as a kind of scorecard or abacus outside of the neurons. The neurons click up the astrocytes, and when the number of raised beads reaches a threshold the neurons tell the body to stop swimming or flying.

Let’s try to imagine how this feels to a forager bee watching the dance.

Polistra has a hive near the mill…

Looking downward inside the hive we see one scout telling one forager about her find:

The forager observes the direction of the dance with respect to the hive, and forms a template for where the sun should be when she’s flying.

Taking the important part in slow motion:

Each waggle ticks up the beads of her astrocyte abacus. For a simple animation we’ll assume she’s a Babylon Bee who counts in base 60. For each of these five waggles she brings in one 12-bead astrocyte. The total of all the counters tells her how many wingflaps she needs. (Obviously the real multiple of wingflaps per waggle would be far more than 12.)

She then launches out of the hive and turns until the actual sun matches the template position supplied by the dance. As she flies, each wingflap clicks down a bead. When the astrocytes have all reached threshold, she’s there.

She then launches out of the hive and turns until the actual sun matches the template position supplied by the dance. As she flies, each wingflap clicks down a bead. When the astrocytes have all reached threshold, she’s there.

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Bees probably don’t need a separate BS detector on a meta-level. If an impostor from another hive tried to mislead the foragers with a confused pileup of directions and distances, she wouldn’t even get into the hive. The soldiers would kick her out or kill her. The same would happen in a functional human community. You’re not from here, so we aren’t going to listen to you.

High-tech societies have been INTENTIONALLY stripped of our natural hive defense by 300 years of “human rights” and “diversity” and “open borders”. We haven’t been allowed to reject genuine outsiders. At the same time we have been conditioned and selected to retch when we encounter the wrong set of IDEAS or BRANDS or LABELS.

The tech cult leaders know how to use (and OVERUSE) the right set of brands and words and labels to establish You’re one of us in a subculture. Now that direct human contact is EXPLICITLY AND SPECIFICALLY FORBIDDEN EVERYWHERE IN THE WORLDWIDE TORTURE CHAMBER, only online communities function. So the information cult leader can send out his label signals to the whole world and gather the people he wants by overloading the precisely chosen set of abacuses.

Follies that aided science, part 1 of 6

Continuing to republish the ‘good stuff’ from the old blog, compacted and sequenced properly. Part 1 on top, part 6 on bottom.

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What’s a folly? It’s an antique word for a not-so-antique phenomenon. By dictionary definition a folly is a non-essential building or feature on a wealthy estate, offering amusement or entertainment to the owner and guests and outsiders.

Follies aren’t reserved for the wealthy. In fact most homeowners create follies on a smaller scale. Farmers often weld up a funny mailbox or statue from old tractor parts. Fish ponds, BVM shrines, garden gnomes, and ‘little library’ kiosks are all follies. Even year-round Xmas lights are a folly.

I’m continuing the theme of science BY AND FOR entertainment, with a series of notable follies that were meant to entertain and ended up serving science as well. Three of them were fully intentional, one wasn’t.

Seeing science as entertainment is hugely important. When you view science as the Only Road To Truth And The Key To Humanity’s Future, you’re duty-bound to obey all the vicious and deadly nonsense propounded by Big Science. When you view science as just another form of entertainment like singing and dancing and painting and follies, you aren’t duty-bound to obey it. You’re also more likely to DO some real science if you see it as inconsequential enjoyment instead of Classified Research Reserved For Credentialed Experts.

I’m focusing on four rich dudes, entirely different in temperament and biography, but closely clustered in time and space. All of the follies were built between 1885 and 1925, and all were in New England.

Follies that aided science, part 2 of 6

I’ve done a graphic salute to James Hartness already, so will review the Hartness piece first.


When I don’t understand how something works, I build it. With electronic stuff I can build the real thing using tubes and transistors and capacitors and so on. With mechanical stuff I don’t have the needed skills or tools or workspace, so I have to “build” it and animate it digitally.

I had previously focused on the Altitude-Azimuth way of reaching all available angles. When I read about the Hartness scope, I realized there were other systems. The Hartness scope itself was a mystery, so I followed his discussions and started with the two other equatorial scopes.

Rehashing the relevant parts of the Mont-gros item:

This bit of graphics started from thinking about James Hartness, the semi-pro astronomer who became governor of Vermont in the ’20s. Hartness invented a specialized form of telescope that enabled him to stay comfortably inside, without having to pivot around with the end of the scope.

I didn’t understand how this worked, so I started looking it up. Turns out he didn’t invent it. The system is called the Equatorial coudé or bent equatorial, and it was invented by Maurice Loewy in 1871. Loewy was a detail-oriented astronomer who spent his career compiling and editing tables and books of star locations and star photographs. Hartness himself, writing about his variation on Loewy, gave proper credit to Loewy. The claim of invention was only in popular magazine features about the telescope.

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But why was it needed and how did it work?

One of the best known coudé scopes was at Mont-gros, an observatory in Monaco.

Here’s the real Mont-gros around 1890:

My abbreviated version represents only the three buildings at the right end of the overview. (The big central observatory has already been modeled in the realm of Google Sketchup, so I didn’t need or want to duplicate it.)

From left, the Coupole Schmausser, the coudé, and a small building housing a sidereal transit.

The Coupole still exists.

As does the coudé.

The transit building is no longer there.

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The coudé was specialized from a more general Equatorial. The Equatorial reaches all parts of the sky in a peculiar way, unlike the more ordinary and understandable Altitude and Azimuth system. Here we run the Equatorial through all of its gyrations, with Happystar desperately trying to hold on and observe.

The coudé runs through the same pattern, reaching all angles of the sky, but it’s bent (coudé) in the middle with two mirrors. The bend enables the eyepiece to remain in one place, so it can pass through a single weatherstripped hole in a wall without needing a rotating dome or a retractable cover. The astronomer can stay in one chair, comfortably heated or cooled, unhassled by birds or bugs, while the business end of the scope remains outside with no thermal differences to distort the air.

Now I can finally return to the Hartness scope itself. He described its advantages and disadvantages clearly, but the mechanism still didn’t look like it could even move. After studying his wonderfully clear patent, I finally grasped it well enough to animate it.

Here’s an outer view of the mostly underground chamber:

And various inner views. The upper floor was the scope workspace, and the lower floor was for calculating and recording. The long tunnel leads back to the Hartness mansion.

Now animate, showing the two separate motions and the eyepiece wandering all over the place with Happystar hanging on and trying to observe:

After animating it, I can see the pros and cons, and it seems to me that the cons outweigh the pros. Hartness eliminated one of the two mirrors in the equatorial coudé, and expanded the range of available angles somewhat, but he lost the stable eyepiece. His version is certainly less mobile than the simple Altitude-Azimuth scope. The astronomer can stand in one small area, but he still has to move around and look up and down and sideways, in often uncomfortable or painful angles.

Hartness could have regained the perfectly still eyepiece while retaining the expanded range, by adding another mirror like this:

It’s not clear why he didn’t add this extra angle.

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Hartness was by far the most serious thinker of these men, and the only real scientist and philosopher. He was a born and bred mechanic. His father was a machinist and gunsmith, part of a long Vermont gunsmithing tradition. The family company prospered during Madman Lincoln’s War, and the firm was connected to the Goodnow family that founded Manhattan to help spread Wall Street “values” and Wall Street sweatshops in the West.

James grew up in the family business and soon took over Jones and Lamson. As manager he applied Social Economics for his employees. He wasn’t wealthy enough to use his money for widespread benefit.

His telescope, along with the underground part of the estate, was mainly for his own scientific enjoyment. He used the place intensely, constantly inventing and improving machines. His brief and late moment in politics wasn’t highly effective; he seems to have been ‘drafted’, and felt duty-bound to serve, but didn’t have a real mission and got out fast. Despite his serious and original contributions to technology and philosophy**, his footprint on history is lost.

**Philosophy? Yes. Read his counterforce to Taylorism, defending the importance of human dignity and labor.

Follies that aided science, part 3 of 6

Frederick Smyth was less important in the big picture than Hartness or Green, and his folly served science unintentionally.

Unlike the other two, he was primarily a politician. Smyth was born in 1819 and spent the first part of his life clerking or managing retail stores. In 1849 at age 30 he entered city politics and moved up relentlessly to governor of NH in 1865, at the end of Madman Lincoln’s War. As governor he established the state ag school (now UNH) and tried to help the returning Union vets. The latter became his mission. After two years as governor he moved into what we’d now call the think-tank side of politics, chairing various state and national commissions. The commissions gave him access to corporate boards, where he got rich.

Smyth’s tower was a classic folly, built in 1889 solely for display and ostentation. It was never really used, and by the ’30s was decaying. WPA rebuilt it for use in radio communication, and the Manchester ham club equipped it. In 1941 the tower was taken over by Civil Defense and continued serving communication. After the war Smyth’s estate followed his mission, becoming a VA hospital. The tower was ignored until 1978 when Smyth descendants got it approved as a historic landmark.

I featured the tower earlier, before I had decided to do the graphic version.

Now the graphic version. Here’s the tower as WPA’s artists imagined the project. Their actual renovation was better than this…

And here’s the lower floor, pretty much copying a photograph of the original:

And the upper floor used by the ham club:

I’ve included typical ’30s ham equipment. Hammarlund HQ-120, a Vibroplex key, and an RCA transmitter. Polistra is using the Vibroplex to send an important Civil Defense message.

Follies that aided science, part 4 of 6

Colonel Ned Green was the most influential of these men. Money talks, and intelligently-directed ENJOYABLE money talks best.

His mother Hetty Green was the equivalent of Buffett. She was generally called the Wall Street Witch. She started out rich and manipulated her rich inheritance up to super-rich. (In modern terms, from $100M to $4B.) Her main multiplication resulted from Madman Lincoln’s issuance of high-yield bonds and cheapened currency to run his genocide. Hetty maintained a nominal residence for the family in Bellows Falls, but she actually lived in her NYC office. She didn’t enjoy the money, and didn’t spend any of it to help her two kids enjoy life. She died when Ned was 48, so he made up for lost time. He enjoyed luxury, and equally enjoyed generosity.

His brief try in politics seems to have happened before the inheritance; presumably he had some control of family money at that point. He didn’t inherit Hetty’s vicious grasping greedy demonic NYC evil, so he was outclassed and outfoxed by the real politicians and gave up.

He got interested in wireless and became an active experimenter. He understood radio deeply, both the technical and marketing sides. He didn’t invent any new technology, but he had solid judgment and knew which developments were worth financing. (In general, editors and selectors do more good than inventors and designers.)

Here’s his ‘summer home’ and the WMAF studio as seen in the WMAF booklet:

I haven’t tried to model the mansion. I’ve done the studio, the water tower with speakers, and his unique electric runabout with radio equipment.

Here’s the overview of my version:

The speakers were designed as drive-in radio, so neighbors who didn’t yet have wireless could drive up and listen.

The water tower, not the studio, was the sourdough starter for MIT’s massive research installation at Round Hill. Parallel to Trinity House’s seeding of acoustic experimentation to break through fog, the water tower was the ‘beacon’ for foghorns. MIT then built a high-voltage lab for Van de Graaff, which morphed into linear accelerators for atomic power; and the fog research blossomed into weather radar research.

His custom-made electric runabout was equipped with a direction-finding receiver so he could locate the boundaries of his station’s output.

Colonel Green’s generosity with his property and equipment, plus a whole lot of wisely-planned money, helped to give us nuclear power and modern weather forecasting. That’s a pretty damn big footprint.

More importantly for the future, Colonel Green showed how to use money and science for enjoyment and entertainment. He was not entertained by politics, probably because it was too much like his mother’s Wall Street megalomania. He found that he was entertained by luxury and technology, and wanted to spread the joy.

Follies that aided science, part 5 of 6

A mention in a ’50s era issue of Computers and Automation led to this mystery. The best account is in McClure’s Magazine in 1914.

John Hammond was a visionary AND the heir to a huge fortune. The money and connections enabled him to turn his visions into large-scale reality. His first invention was a mechanical dog, using selenium cells.

Transcribed from the article:

Among other things that puzzled the visitors was a half toy (embodying the same scientific principle) that Hammond called his electric dog. The eyes of this melancholy creature are of bulging glass as large as saucers. His nose is a long thin strip of brownish reddish board. His body is an oblong mahogany box, and contains an electric motor, storage battery, two selenium disks, two relays, and two solenoid magnets. This dog has no tail except an electric switch, and he runs on three brass wheels, two in front and one behind.

When the motor inside of the dog is started he will do some extraordinary things. If you walk before him carrying a lantern, he will follow you, turning to the right or left as you turn, although you neither touch him nor control him in any way that you can understand. Briskly he steers himself after you with a fidelity that is positively uncanny until you learn that what guides him is the lantern, through the sensitiveness to light of that strange element, selenium. If you move your lantern to the left, the left selenium cell receives more light and more stimulation than the right cell, and so allows more current from the storage battery to flow into the left-hand magnet, which then deflects the hind wheel to the left and the dog turns in that direction.

Selenium-based cybernetics was remarkably well developed at that time. The Optophone, enabling blind people to read books, was an even more astonishing use of light-sensors. Selenium tech then faded for unknown reasons, finally re-emerging in the ’50s after other semiconductors were practical and profitable.

Hammond’s main goal was a remote-control ship. At first he tried using the same light technology, but quickly found that light was useless at the necessary distances. Radio was needed. So he built the most powerful wireless station in the world at the time, solely devoted to his experiments.

When the station, and the 40-foot remote controlled yacht, were ready to show, he invited the military to see it and try it.

The General came, bringing with him Colonel R. P. Davis of the Coast Artillery Corps, an expert in these matters. Together they witnessed the demonstration. They saw a boat swifter than the swiftest cruiser dart about the harbor under perfect control . They saw her instantly circle at the touch of a key. They saw her headed for a definite mark a mile away, two miles, three miles away, and strike it with precision every time — a mark that must have been blown into eternity had it been an enemy’s battleship.

Why didn’t this line of research continue? Mismatched goals. The military wanted to use radio for torpedos, not ships. Unlike modern autonomous car dreamers, they recognized that a ship needs full human control with advice by radio. Radio doesn’t work well underwater, so the radio controlled torpedo wasn’t practical with 1914 technology. Hammond continued to advance remote control tech, and his inventions played a major part in guided missiles. EETimes has a more complete biography.

Follies that aided science, part 6 of 6

Purely personal footnote on follies.

I encountered and enjoyed two follies when I was young. One was an astounding and mystifying piece of architecture on a property that had once been wealthy; the other was more ordinary but still fun.

The big one: In 1960 my radio uncle was renting the main section of a fantastic building in St Joseph. As far as I can tell the building is gone now. It was around 6th and Robidoux, on the SE corner of a block. Everything in that area has been replaced by city buildings, and nothing resembling this place shows on Googlestreet. The main part was a fairly ordinary ‘mission-style’ bungalow, with a two-story apartment wing attached. My uncle got reduced rent for acting as the resident manager for the apts. Below the main wing was a basement containing a museum, with archeological displays and skeletons. From the basement a long tunnel, something like the Hartness tunnel, led down to a large underground auditorium carved from a natural cave. (I’m calling it an auditorium because it had a raised stage at one end.) The auditorium had a separate hillside entrance, something like a mine adit, with a long flight of stairs down to the auditorium. This entrance, and the auditorium and the apts, were built like a school or public facility, with industrial-type floors and walls. There was a little ticket booth inside the hillside entrance. What was it? I haven’t the slightest idea. It might have served as a bomb shelter, but the school-type floors and stairs were older than the ’50s, so weren’t built for that purpose. The tunnel had shelves with full wine bottles, and the attic above the apts contained old pinball machines and similar gambling equipment. Best guess: a speakeasy or semi-legal private nightclub for guests of the manor? Gambling + wine + secret room with a stage = speakeasy? Maybe. Opposite explanation: A convent, with apts for nuns, the main house serving as ‘commons’, and the underground chamber as a chapel.

The smaller one: Across the street from Grandma’s apartment in Ponca, an upperclass bungalow had a stone fish pond in the yard, open for everyone to hang around and watch the colorful fish. Next to the fish pond was a glass display case attached to the house, always full of interesting objects. Nothing mysterious, just a real folly, maintained at some cost and effort to amuse the neighbors. The follies were removed around 1970, probably when the house changed owners, but the house itself is still there as seen on Googlestreet.

Here’s a real mystery in Ponca.

Analyzing the handwriting on the wall

Somebody noted that the “variants” skipped the letter Xi because a non-insider might accidentally connect the project with China. Can’t let that happen.**

I got thinking about the “variants” from a different angle. We need to remember that this holocaust was developed by the SAME demons who gave us 9/11 and “anthrax”, so the setup of the program will run along similar lines.

During the 9/11 holocaust, which killed only Muslim countries, we were constantly barraged by new warnings of different colors and color patterns. We needed to know how many “Muslim terrorists” were “attacking” us when the warning was Metallic Puce or Bronze With Diagonal Taupe Stripes.

In the first year of the Carter Mecher holocaust, which kills everyone everywhere, the only relevant color was Orange, so color levels were replaced by Phases and Subphases. We needed to know how many “viruses” were attacking us in Phase IV.3, subphase CXIX.b4, subsubphase R45 Turbo Deluxe.

Psychopaths have to change the rules all the time. The Phases and Subphases had to be replaced by something new after people got adjusted to them. Can’t let people adapt. Unthinkable.

You need a known sequence so people can understand that the current alarm is exponentially worse than the previous. Real viruses mutate all the time, and each mutant is less dangerous than the previous one. By now all knowledge about real viruses has been permanently memoryholed, so a sequence of “variants” could be intentionally reversed to create an ever-ascending ladder of alarm and panic.

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** Footnote for calibration: I don’t believe the virus, if it exists, was developed by China. The “lab leak” stories smell strongly of Agent Provocateur. If the named virus does exist, it was most likely selected opportunistically by Mecher’s gang. Their holocaust urgently needed to start while Trump was in office, and this slightly new form of the common cold came along at the right time for cultivation and relabeling. Maybe it first appeared in China, but that’s incidental.

Why did they hold?

Wolf has been watching Zillow’s antics over the last two years. The process is a share buyback applied to real estate. When you have the power to buy all the products in a finite market, you can raise the price as far as you want. The remaining products still for sale go up FAST. Part of the long war of attrition. Delete jobs, delete housing, delete comfort, delete civilization, watch the excruciating pain and mass suicide, jack off. Viagra for demons.

I’ve been watching listings in my old hometown of Ponca, and here in Spokane. Both have moved together even though they’re vastly different places in terms of government sanity and prosperity.

Spokane has been retaining comparative prosperity by riding the fake economy with casinos and Amazon. Spokane’s government has been stark raving mad for a long time.

Ponca is a sane city in a sane state. Ponca was strictly a real economy town, depending solely on Conoco. When Conoco moved to Houston, Ponca died.

Despite the natural differences, the number of houses available declined at the same rate in both cities. All houses were being bought in wholesale quantities by Zillow and other investment firms. Now Zillow shows only about 50 rentals in all of Spokane, and ONE rental in all of Ponca.

Prices for buy and rent have CONVERGED to one single national price. $350k for a house, $1100 for a one-bedroom apt. This CONVERGENCE is brand-new, never happened before. Real estate is no longer local local local. It’s national national national.

As I walked and watched the vacant apt bldg in my neighborhood for exactly ten years, I’ve been trying to figure out the motives of the owners. Why did the original owners hold onto it for 20 years while it was decaying and squatting? They had to pay property tax and insurance, and they weren’t receiving any rent at all. And then the 2017 buyer held on for 5 years, gradually doing little bits of work every few months. The work could have been completed in a month or two with a sustained effort. Why didn’t they go ahead and complete it, and start pulling in money?

Zillow answers the question. Before this year rentals were an ANALOG measurement, responding smoothly to supply and demand and quality. An old building in a lower-middle neighborhood, even nicely remodeled, was likely to bring $700 a year ago. Now everything is DIGITAL.

if Available: Price = 1100
else: Price = 0

The speculators must have known when the peak was coming, and delayed completion until they could hit the peak and lock in leases.

Olympic-quality swindle

Here’s a silly hypothesis.

Bitcoin is a digital demon who specifically preys on realistic people.

I’ve been observing in the last three years that most HARDASS realists, people who seem to grasp the overall picture of the world AS IT REALLY STANDS, are also selling Bitcoin. It’s a peculiar exception. Why should firm and consistent NON-SUCKERS**, who don’t fall for any other nonsense, fall hard for Bitcoin?

Latest example: @Jack was running Twitter with more regard for reality than the other big social media monsters. When he wrote about his motivations, and when he answered questions in Congress, his answers seemed consistent with his genuine actions.

Now it turns out that he quit to spend all his time on Square, his other business. Why does he want to go fulltime on Square? So Square can become bitcoin.

Their ‘founding document’ shows the persuasive methods openly and transparently, grabbing onto genuine reality and using it as a springboard into lunacy:

As we create this future, we also have to be realistic about where we are today. The vast majority of people receive wages and pay for goods and services in fiat currency. They must pay taxes in fiat currency. So how do we unleash the potential of bitcoin and decentralized financial infrastructure, when most of us still live in a world of fiat? To do so, we need to build bridges between the fiat and cryptocurrency worlds.

There are two layers of unstated false assumptions here. 1. Crypto is a real world of commerce that can replace the “old” fiat. 2. Crypto is decentralized.

There are serious challenges to realizing this vision. Fiat rails are regulated, and no interface with either the traditional monetary system or “real world” can be completely trustless. We can’t atomically swap a crypto asset with a physical good or service. Nor can we atomically swap a crypto asset for fiat currency or real world assets that require social trust.

Here the outright unreality is slammed in your face with no preparation. The document states openly that crypto can’t be used for commerce. The document then recognizes openly that TRULY DECENTRALIZED transactions require trust.

Grabbing the board of reality: Money and checks and Scrip are useful. This is not a problem that needs a solution.

Leaping off into the air: We will solve the problem of money, AND we’re not a solution to the problem of money.

How do they get back on the ground?

Instead, the tbDEX protocol allows participants to negotiate trust directly with each other — or mutually and voluntarily rely on trusted third-parties to vouch for the counterparty. Transaction costs are ultimately driven by risk. At maximum anonymity, transaction costs will necessarily be higher; at maximum disclosure, they should be lower. This approach to price discovery allows the marketplace to find the right balance.

Sticking the landing: You can still conduct ordinary transactions through ordinary banks, or personal transactions through physical currency or checks. We won’t try to replace either type of transaction. Instead, we will SIT ON TOP OF THOSE TRANSACTIONS AND CHARGE YOU A FEE for the privilege of wasting your time and energy with no purpose whatsoever.

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**Footnote for calibration: I am NOT a consistent non-sucker. I do a good job of detecting frauds in science and economics, but I’m fooled every time by military and political swindles. Every ‘color revolution’ and fake populist looks wonderful to me at first. I never learn in those areas.