Feel a desperate need for something intelligent?


 

Paul Wallis, Sydney Media Jam CO2Need something, anything, intelligent to relieve the monotony?Amid the endless fascination of global stupidity, a certain lack of enthusiasm is becoming evident. Maybe there’s something a bit samey about endless disasters and a pole to pole sewer of a planet?

Obviously, your intellect is starving. There is no nutrition to keep it active. Talk about food for thought; where, exactly, would you find it in a place like Earth?

Now the really scary bit  – It’s just possible that having to learn the language of stupidity to communicate with “others” (Other whats, does anyone know?) may be sabotaging your efforts to find the food your mind needs.

There is something almost impossibly mediocre about any situation where futility in communication is the normal state of things. Do people wake up in the morning and say cheerfully, “Hey! Now’s our chance to be futile!” Some don’t, you know. Well, you know now.

Let’s put the no-intellect situation in PR terms so it will be comprehensible to the most unimpressive of intellects and perhaps even penetrate their thick useless hides –

You remember something called “aspirations”? No, of course not. Well, there were such things, years ago, before you useless bastards were born.. There was also something called a credible society, and places where people were allowed to use their minds without having to apologize for it to some jock roadkill PR/media suppository maggot.

Sickening, of course. Imagine billions of people having aspirations and intelligence, sometimes even at the same time. How could you sell it? How do you merchandise intelligence to the point where it might even be noticeable?

It’s a big issue, and people have been avoiding it for years. The language of stupidity is free of any reference to it. Everybody is an ignoramus in good standing, in this language. That’s why you no longer need to listen to at least

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Reading a book may lead someone to suspect you’re intelligent. This book, which can be used as a sort of S&M device, will throw them off the track nicely.

90% of any conversation, because the conversation is as ignorant as the people doing the talking.

It’s inspiring stuff. No issue, theory or fact, however globally or personally lethal, is allowed to be intelligently discussed, described, or comprehended in any meaningful way. The problem of course, is that your mind, down to its last muesli bar of reasons to exist, is  just sitting there like a prisoner, playing its harmonica, and rattling on the bars of social media. It may even be looking at those little tourist brochures for personal oblivion called “trends in modern lifestyles”. Grim indeed.

(You can see why this is being written in PR terms; so that even the dear little gerbils who “manage” modern media imagery will get it. You bloody worthless pig-ignorant peasants, you.)

Meanwhile – Back at your interesting-things-starved mind – It may be digging a tunnel to escape from its prison, but escape to where, you ask? To the wildly exciting blather of the vast amounts of information which will be forgotten in the next 5 seconds? No; that’s not where it wants to go.

The cosmic microwave background – Now, how could you pretend to find something interesting in that. You whimsical soul, you.

Studies by incredibly irritating people have shown that given half an excuse, the human mind defaults to something it’s actually interested in. This is considered by the sages of modern life (aka scum) to be a particularly stupid thing to do, partly because it’s not believed to be possible for anything to be interesting.

Nor is it believed possible for that all embracing demographic called “them” (aka humans) to be intelligent.

That’s the encouraging bit. Your mind can wander away and there’s no chance anybody will go looking for it.  If you find something that actually interests you and saves your mind from eating its foot off in sheer bored frustration, nobody will believe you. You’ll be weird enough to be left alone having fun and staying mentally alive with your interesting thing.

So – Feel a desperate need for something intelligent? You should.

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Read a few of my books and claim that they’re interesting. Nobody will believe you, they’ll think you’re a nut, and you can frolic to your heart’s content.

Visualization Skills vs Modern Media – Who’s Winning?


 

Do you see it?
I see a herd of beautiful wild ponies.
Thanks, Daria.

Visualization is the process of creating your own visions. It’s complex. It’s also hard to learn if you don’t read and don’t have to turn things in to actual thoughts to visualize. Modern media, rather annoyingly, isn’t helping much.

No, this isn’t going to be a series of easy cheap shots at media imagery.  The very obvious doesn’t need elaboration. The stories might be crap, but some of the visual stuff is pretty good, particularly in gaming media.

The problem is that the stories are trying to be visual, not stories. If you remember being read kid’s stories, and having to fill in the gaps when there were no pictures to look at, trying to follow the storyline, it’s as basic as that.

It’s one of the most valuable skills any human being can have, and it’s being suffocated by this damn spoon feeding media. You don’t have to visualize, to the point you lose the skill.

Visualization – The “advertising effect”

Arguably worse is the “advertising effect”. This is the bit where the brain ignores most of what it sees as irrelevant. The absurd overload of imagery drowns out personal visualization. People don’t even get enough time to really take in an image before it’s replaced with another, or more likely a lot of other images.

This is the epitome of unfocused. While your brain is rummaging around in this visual confetti, exactly how much visualization can you do?

The “illiteracy effect” on visualization

What do you see, what don’t you see? What do you WANT to see, or not see? Is visualization sometimes more than visual?

Since most people don’t read anything which requires visualization, the ability to associate ideas, even in the same sentence (Ahem? I hope not) is pretty lousy. The famous, and dull, “What are we talking about now?” is the illiteracy effect in full swing. They aren’t stupid; they literally can’t make the mental associations between two statements put together.

Literature makes readers make associations, of actions, ideas, mental images, and, well, everything involved in what you’re reading. It’s a unique effect. Only music really goes as far in to “figure it out yourself” as literature.

Good visual art creates associations, even the really advanced type of associations, but how much current visual art is really much more than a “Postcard from Whatever” or “Another Endless Pic of Me, This Second in Time” ? The fantastic things that visual art can do are crowded out by the truly banal, most of the time.

So it’s no wonder that people’s visualization skills are pretty shaky. Ask them to visualize a better world, and you’re going to get a rather uncertain response. Ask them to visualize a better life for themselves, which is what they’re supposed to be doing, aspirations and all, and the response will actually get lost in trying to picture itself as anything more than a shopping list, if that. How good would you say people are likely to be in visualizing issues, given this total incompetence in very basic visualizations?’

Visualization? What visualization?

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Isn’t creativity all about visualization? Has to be.

The inability to visualize mentally is as handicapping as blindness. If you can’t even visualize your own existence, maybe it’s even worse. On a global scale, it’s catastrophic.

If the entire human race doesn’t even have the skills to visualize a sane society, how likely is a sane society? How mindless is mindless enough? Living in a junk shop of a world, being sold crap and crime every 5 seconds, and why would you want a mind? What possible use could it be?

The problem, of course, is that if you can’t visualize a solution to a problem, you’re going to be stuck with that problem for a very long time. Just think how many problems there are in everyone’s lives.

So maybe being mindless isn’t such a good idea. Maybe not being able to visualize is dangerous. The one place people never look for answers is in their own minds. The place is usually a mess, cluttered with “life’s little packaging”. Usually hasn’t been dusted much, either, this place, and there’s often a distinct impression of mouldiness.

The pity of it is that somewhere in that mess is a way to visualize, or at least the remains of the nearly forgotten skills. People may never have visualized at all after childhood. After all, to “live”, all you need to do is recycle whatever you’ve been taught or told, right?

This book is called humor. Humor IS logic. Logic is used for visualization, in many ways. Coincidence?

No thinking at all required. No use of intelligence, either. Any idiot can simply recite information and agree with anything. You could be totally stagnant by 22, and a fossil by 30, and it would make no difference at all in that undemanding little mindset. Life is one big set of quotes from other people.

Of course, you wouldn’t be able to solve problems, either. You can’t visualize solutions outside the information you’re given. Nor can you have the choice or (even the right) to distrust anything you’re told, but that’s OK, too, isn’t it? So the solution is always going to be based on what you’re told, whether it’s right or wrong. You have no options.

So what’s the solution? As an author, saying “read” seems a bit self-serving, but you could do worse. You could try doing something for yourself, too, like doing your own thinking, if only to see if you really can escape from the no options mode.

There is one possible out. Visualization is based on some sort of need, in many cases. You may not even know why you need whatever it is, but it’s a sort of visualization. That pesky need to see clearly is more useful than it looks. If the mind can see, it can think about what it sees. Better option? Better than lost forever in an ocean of bullshit, for sure.

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The misuse of the word ‘elite’


 

Paul Wallis, Sydney Media Jam CO2“Elite” means “ select group that is superior in terms of ability or qualities to the rest of a group or society” according to Google. The way the word elite is used in media, however, is quite different. It means a social elite, without qualifiers, and it’s very misleading, as well as being as fake as this idiotic total failure of a society.

In times past, the word elite meant specialist, highly trained, highly qualified, very experienced, and combinations thereof. Now it means any collection of generic peasants in suits claiming status.

In the military, the word “elite” has never been ambiguous. You don’t hear about “elite” sycophants, slackers, or rear-area recidivists. You only hear about highly trained special forces, crack troops, and truly experienced professionals.

In the arts, elitism is largely despised. Elitism has done very little for the arts except get a few genuine benefactors and a much larger number of self-proclaimed elitists. That’s a very telling fact. Few great artists have been elitists themselves, either. The virtuoso is only a virtuoso because an acknowledged virtuoso calls him or her a virtuoso.

In both the military and the arts, the self-proclaimed elitist is an absurdity. Of no value to the professions, the elitist is at best a 2 dimensional bit of décor, not to be taken seriously for anything.

In our wonderful mainstream media, however, “elites” fester everywhere. You’d swear everybody with a name was a member of some vast class of superior beings. It’s though Wall Street was packed with saints, and politics was some sort of personal ordeal for the spiritually enlightened, rather than two dunghills full of the inevitable trash these sectors create in huge batches.

The WASP elite misnomers

Of particular irritation to me is the apparently interminable references to WASP elites. I’m a WASP. I even drew the picture myself. These so-called elites aren’t real elites, but a blanket term used to describe anything in the public eye. How can anyone, or anything, possibly mistake these tedious little pustules as any sort of elite?

Didn’t know that, eh?

Even more bafflingly, the actual WASP elites were first mentioned as being on the way out. The real WASP elites, of course, are anything but out of business. They’re everywhere. They have trillions of dollars. They own huge amounts of property and equity. They simply have better things to do than run countries or do red carpet events, or waste time in the public eye. (Well, who doesn’t?)

They are, however, also a good example of the misuse of the word “elite”. They exist in any old form, any old way, without much formal structure (entirely unnecessary), and have been categorized as an elite, which they were and are.  The mistake is to portray the useless/insane/downright stupid American management class, usually WASPs, as elites. They’re not the same thing, in so many ways, as the true elites.

It’s the difference between Warren Buffett and some dire little middle manager in a poky little office pretending to be someone. It’s the difference between an actual wasp and a fruit fly. Buffett could be described as an elite group of one, and prove it without even trying. The substandard maggot-droppings managerial wankers couldn’t possibly be described as an elite, even in a sewer.

That’s how far out of whack the use of the word “elite” has become. Even the theory of elites is now well over the cliff in terms of reality. In the UK, the theory of elitism has been dying a well-deserved death since the social disaster of World War 1 and subsequent debacles, of which Brexit is just the latest in a series of catastrophic mismanagement events. The tiresome wastes of tweed now pottering about in British public life claiming to be elites and proving their incompetence with every nanosecond couldn’t be mistaken for a form of life, let alone an elite.

The real British upper class, or what’s left of it, may vote Tory because their accountants say their primitive Thatcherite policies are better tax options. All well and good, but they don’t mix with the Godlike Grocers of Westminster any more than necessary, and briefly. They have nothing in common with these petty-minded, governmentally-inclined shopkeepers.  They certainly don’t run their businesses on the same haphazard, idiotic, basis as the pseudo-elite run Britain.

In America, Old Money dies hard. It’s the nearest thing to an economic elite, in the sense of actual experience in being rich for generations. It forms a sort of elite, if you really can call a collection of out of touch rich people an elite.

In contrast, New Money, which has some claim to respect on the basis of actual achievement, can’t even be bothered being an elite. The status of elite, particularly in its severely devalued modern form, means nothing to them, with good reason.

Everything is an “elite”. Every rock, presumably, is some sort of socially superior being. New Money knows better than that. They deal with this collection of social flotsam on a daily basis, and familiarity has bred well-deserved contempt in practical terms.

…So can we be a bit fussier about the use of the word “elite”? Can we stop elevating every transient hanger-on in a generation of true, proven fools to a status they will never deserve?

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The fake society


 

Paul Wallis, Sydney Media Jam CO2Just when you think stupidity, hypocrisy, and delusion are career assets, they’re not. They’re scripted. Modern fakery must be spontaneous, and basically genetically inherited. You need to be born useless, pig-ignorant, and at least trying to be subhuman to make a career out of it. Result, a fake society.

One thing media does religiously, and very like a religion, is to be fully in tune with whatever lump of rotting meat it’s producing at any given moment. The latest dead fashions must be worn, praised and forgotten, preferably all at the same time.  Humanity comes along for the ride.

Being a fake has been an acceptable career move since “emotional intelligence”, the move to being an obliging little doormat in the workplace. Simultaneously job seekers were being encouraged to take acting classes to do better in interviews. (Like a hiring decision already decided in a phone call four weeks before the interview will be affected by an acting performance.)

The justification, of course, is “fitting in”. This is how a fake society is created. As someone who has never made the slightest attempt to fit in with anyone or anything since birth, I can appreciate that for what it is. Deep spiritual personal cowardice. Kids faking it to get along with other kids goes back to the trees, or more likely back to the Cambrian. Adults doing ridiculous things to fit in to environments they hate is basically normal.

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Creativity can never be fake. Nor can anything productive. A fake society is by definition not creative, and unproductive

Imagine getting along with your predators…. And going to such lengths to do it. Fake people, let alone fake societies, rarely survive. Even fakery has a shelf life, and it’s usually very short.

The fake society is the inevitable result. Fakery itself is fake. For example – There is no such thing as fake news. It’s either news, or it’s not. It’s either real or it’s not. Those too stupid, or too gutless to check deserve whatever they get.

In the same context, there’s either a society or there’s not. From the look of most societies, there shouldn’t be the societies which do exist, let alone the miserable snivelling things pretending to be societies.

Can modern societies really claim to be societies, some sort of organized group of people with a common cause and common interests?

No.

Any pretence of coherent society in that form is long gone.

They’re “real” fake societies, in which paid peasants preach division and hatred of social groups, races, and individuals. These people preach hate and troll because they’re paid to do it. It’s a job. They also do it to compensate themselves for their own fakeries, their own failure to exist on their own terms. Only fake people CAN make fake societies. Nothing is real, nothing is trustworthy, and nothing is believable.

Fake is failure. You can’t even be a real person. It’s not you that’s being successful. It’s a fake person, doing fake things for fake reasons. That which is fake can never be real. Game over, clowns.

So tell me, O noble gutless wonders and non-existent nobodies – What if something real happens to you? How much fake bullshit do you need to stop a bullet, an earthquake, or a hurricane? Let’s find out.

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