March 24, 2022

Facebook, I mean Meta, may yet be our savior. It has already succeeded as our agent of destruction, time to play a role in humanity’s salvation. There is a possibility of profit, which should interest Mark Ferengi-berg. I do think the metaverse may offer our nation a path to sanity.

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Humanity developed with a bilateral brain. I once read a book, stop it, I have read many books while being an incredibly slow reader. I once read a book entitled, “The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind”. It was influential to my thinking. As a young farmer in Smithshire, I must admit I did not have an opportunity to debate with my colleagues. This has likely resulted in me mutating the ideas into some self-isolation bubble of a new reality. This is how we all rewrite song lyrics. There is nothing wrong with a self-created reality. Unfortunately, most of us live in a painful torture filled world instead of a paradise. Back to the Julian Jaynes book. The modern Google world allows me to quickly find PDFs of analysis on the book. Virtual collegial discussions for farmers while the robots are driving the tractors?

One hemisphere of my brain never sleeps 

So here is the theory in a nutshell, if you accept the nut who is shelling it. Consciousness is an evolving state in humans. Humans once had two sides of the brain which didn’t interact as ours do today. Right hemisphere not knowing what the left hemisphere was up to. Today people with imperfect unification of the hemispheres exhibit mental conditions. Stop it, you cannot see my hemispheres. Some of us believe in freedom, let the left and right live independently. Don’t tread on my right brain farts so to speak. People with two disconnected brains did all sorts of great things. Built stone and wood henges, pyramids in each of our world’s hemispheres, and created agriculture. Farmers feeding the world and being props for corporations since the Ice Age.

I am finishing prep for a colonoscopy as I am writing this. A perfect example of being of two minds. I must drink this sickening poison, to allow a scope to see inside of my dark place. Possibly my dark place is a mental state, but these medical people are reviewing a different end of the worm tube. We often ignore the random voices. Yuck don’t drink anymore of this stuff. Humanity has evolved by managing our two sources of voices. Usually by locking ‘Crazy Jerry’ in a soundproof room.  Society much prefers not to be told ‘you are all booger noses” or on dates ‘I’m thinking you are not going to look better naked’ so we must lock “Crazy Jerry’ away.

Crazy Jerry is my invisible friend 

Therefore, speaking of ‘Crazy Jerry’ I’ve been watching the Senate Judiciary Committee hearings on Supreme Court nominee Ketanji Brown Jackson. Jerry may have been locked up but there was Ted, Marsha, Josh, Mike, Lindsey, and the ghost of Brett. Jerry likely said I’m not this crazy; I’m joining the Lincoln Project. I am sure Gerald Ford would be appalled. It is clear our nation is living in two different brain hemispheres.

This is where the metaverse comes in. We could have 3D visors that incorporate the real world as we walk and talk. The blending of personal fantasy with day-to-day reality. This would allow these Senators horrified by the Black woman in dreadlocks to treat her like a fellow human being. Were those dread locks or braids? Is there a difference? She had hair unlike Marsha Blackburn hair; it must be some woke statement. Marsha always looks like she just woke up and hasn’t had her first shot of caffeine. A new reality visor could filter KBJ’s hair to look like Jackie Kennedy’s hair and possibly bring out the white husband skin tone of her marriage. People with these visors would see a tanned Jackie O, the one hanging out on the rich guy’s yacht. GOP folk love tans and hanging out on rich people’s yachts. Even yachts owned by sketchy foreign nationals are wonderful places to get new orders and satchels of cash.

I think this metaverse thing might even solve our secession crisis. People will wander through life in the rural red areas never seeing those people from urban ghettos, wait did I hear ghettos. Urban communities filled with bootstrap opportunities. If anyone or anything uncomfortable appears it will be filtered to be whiter and nicer. White is the nicest color. In the metaverse real life will be the cartoon the GOP, the good party, want to see. A world where women are not pregnant from rape, it is just God’s plan for some 14-year-old girls. It is not rape anyway, usually just a twenty-eight year old adolescent with a few wild oats. Interracial marriage not a thing all would appear tan. How could there be critical race theory when everyone is tan. Metaverse could allow everyone to see Putin as a thug and the refugees on the borders as children of God. Yes, this metaverse could be a wonderful thing solving our nations bilateral brain issues. Allow all of us to see a future for our government dedicated to proposition that all men, and women, men and women as Maui of Moana would say. Yes all, even men and women we can’t tell are men or women, all are created equal.

Let America Be America Again

Langston Hughes – 1901-1967

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Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!

Lincoln would not approve of the modern Republican Party