Observing those who walk through their lives—and their loves—with a machine glued to their faces is maddening; it is ridiculous; it is woeful. Even those who venture into the quite tame wilds of the US dare not set out without some device, some app, some GPS, leading them, guiding them, telling them where to go and where to camp and where to look for water, come across as silly weaklings who place safety over adventure. Just try to separate them from their machines, and a dreadful panic would ensue. Just try and separate them from their Starbucks, their Facebook, their Twitter, their Google, their Instagram, their iPhones, their latest apps. They act like drug addicts, because that is what they are.
But I do request that you do not try to separate me from my Smith & Wesson. Just don’t.
The bit where he sits down with his date at a restaurant and half-apologetically whips out his phone reminds me of the old days, where people would sit down and light up a cigarette instead.
In hindsight, will we find that smoking was ultimately a better habit?
You’re right, Mike. I just can’t understand why people’s faces are constantly staring at their phones, or “devices,” as my granddaughters refer to them. There are people in my neighborhood, whom I see daily walking their dogs, and they have no clue as to what is actually going on around them, and they’re almost dragging their dogs along do to their lack of attention. And when darkness falls, I can’t believe the number of people walking around with lighted clothing, or lighted safety vests. It’s crazy. All I can think when I see this at night is that they make good targets and you don’t even need night vision goggles.
TerryDecember 13, 2021, 8:03 PM
This is true. Some devices are absolutely essential. Especially of late.
We do not have “stupid phones”.
My wife is looking at a new device.
The video would have had more powerful effect if the many faces had corporate logos pasted across their eyes instead of their mouths. Like kidnapped hostages, ya know?
I need to see their eyes. It’s the look of slaves.
Kevin in PADecember 13, 2021, 11:27 AM
There is no doubt this is a fake empire, but I don’t see anyone “half-awake”.
One is either awake and alarmed, or they are sleep-walking.
ghostsniperDecember 13, 2021, 2:25 PM
“Box of Colors”
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I remember many years ago, maybe in the 80’s, when I first saw a woman jogging along a busy thoroughfare with headphones on, apparently listening to music. 2 ton missiles flying past inches away and she was oblivious. I was both marveled and stymied. The only thing I can figure is that something went wrong in her upbringing that caused a chasm in her brain between what might be and what is.
Now, I see pedestrians crossing at busy intersections staring at their device apparently in another world as if their physical being is not subject to the possibilities of reality. Their brains have been hijacked and abandoned their bodies reducing them to simple and mostly useless organic machines.
I can’t tell you how many pretty girls I see jogging while listening to ear buds and wearing only skimpy clothing. It’s like they are auditioning for Forensic Files.
Glenn GallupDecember 13, 2021, 3:07 PM
Re: Empire. I don’t recall ordering one. Nor do I want or need one.
gwDecember 13, 2021, 10:18 PM
Vapid stare, grab phone, pc, compensate with ocd product fixation, look into her eyes then grab your phone again.
Self-righteously make videos to show victimhood, and that that the pusher(s) did this to them
Silicon Valley and Pavlov smile. Their freedom is being stolen and they don’t even know it.
Annie RoseDecember 14, 2021, 6:54 AM
It is good for the soul to unplug for awhile and reconnect to people and nature and ourselves. I admit that I am hopelessly addicted to my phone for listening to music, podcasts, and audiobooks while I’m working around the house. I especially enjoy reading and watching thoughtful pieces like this on AD.
Some time back, my wife and I went to a coffee house nearby to hear one of my wife’s friends play guitar. The evening was cool, and the coffee house had a big fire ring on the patio out front, with a big fire in the ring. Might have been a dozen people sitting around the fire, and they all sat there ignoring one another, faces buried in their phones.
Yesterday I saw a grade-school aged kid walking alone in my neighborhood. The kid was alone. All by himself. I was the closest person to him, half a block away. The kid was masked.
This is the age and time in which we live.
I heard Adam Corolla on the Dennis Prager show yesterday. Corolla was talking about the forced masking of children as “Crate training”. If you want to train a dog to travel in a crate, the dog has to be broken to it when it’s a pup. This is what they are doing to the children- breaking their will, training them to comply with a mortifying and humiliating ritual practice. What sort of people will grow out of this? Servile. Compliant. Unquestioning.
And a new mask mandate from that infected pustule sitting in Sacramento.
I have no charity for the people who are doing this. It may be a sin, but I wish on them all the evil, grief, and pain the devil can dish out. May they bow to Madame Guillotine and rot in hell.
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My head knocks against the stars.
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I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
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Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
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Can’t leave it alone
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To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
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In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
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Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
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And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Absolutely terrible, bad so bad on so many levels.
Well done!
Observing those who walk through their lives—and their loves—with a machine glued to their faces is maddening; it is ridiculous; it is woeful. Even those who venture into the quite tame wilds of the US dare not set out without some device, some app, some GPS, leading them, guiding them, telling them where to go and where to camp and where to look for water, come across as silly weaklings who place safety over adventure. Just try to separate them from their machines, and a dreadful panic would ensue. Just try and separate them from their Starbucks, their Facebook, their Twitter, their Google, their Instagram, their iPhones, their latest apps. They act like drug addicts, because that is what they are.
But I do request that you do not try to separate me from my Smith & Wesson. Just don’t.
The bit where he sits down with his date at a restaurant and half-apologetically whips out his phone reminds me of the old days, where people would sit down and light up a cigarette instead.
In hindsight, will we find that smoking was ultimately a better habit?
You’re right, Mike. I just can’t understand why people’s faces are constantly staring at their phones, or “devices,” as my granddaughters refer to them. There are people in my neighborhood, whom I see daily walking their dogs, and they have no clue as to what is actually going on around them, and they’re almost dragging their dogs along do to their lack of attention. And when darkness falls, I can’t believe the number of people walking around with lighted clothing, or lighted safety vests. It’s crazy. All I can think when I see this at night is that they make good targets and you don’t even need night vision goggles.
This is true. Some devices are absolutely essential. Especially of late.
We do not have “stupid phones”.
My wife is looking at a new device.
https://www.gunpowdermagazine.com/product-review-cz-scorpion-evo3-s1-pistol/
Now I want one.
That EVO3 looks like an essential device, but kinda tough to concealed carry.
The video would have had more powerful effect if the many faces had corporate logos pasted across their eyes instead of their mouths. Like kidnapped hostages, ya know?
I need to see their eyes. It’s the look of slaves.
There is no doubt this is a fake empire, but I don’t see anyone “half-awake”.
One is either awake and alarmed, or they are sleep-walking.
“Box of Colors”
==========
I remember many years ago, maybe in the 80’s, when I first saw a woman jogging along a busy thoroughfare with headphones on, apparently listening to music. 2 ton missiles flying past inches away and she was oblivious. I was both marveled and stymied. The only thing I can figure is that something went wrong in her upbringing that caused a chasm in her brain between what might be and what is.
Now, I see pedestrians crossing at busy intersections staring at their device apparently in another world as if their physical being is not subject to the possibilities of reality. Their brains have been hijacked and abandoned their bodies reducing them to simple and mostly useless organic machines.
I can’t tell you how many pretty girls I see jogging while listening to ear buds and wearing only skimpy clothing. It’s like they are auditioning for Forensic Files.
Re: Empire. I don’t recall ordering one. Nor do I want or need one.
Vapid stare, grab phone, pc, compensate with ocd product fixation, look into her eyes then grab your phone again.
Self-righteously make videos to show victimhood, and that that the pusher(s) did this to them
Silicon Valley and Pavlov smile. Their freedom is being stolen and they don’t even know it.
It is good for the soul to unplug for awhile and reconnect to people and nature and ourselves. I admit that I am hopelessly addicted to my phone for listening to music, podcasts, and audiobooks while I’m working around the house. I especially enjoy reading and watching thoughtful pieces like this on AD.
Some time back, my wife and I went to a coffee house nearby to hear one of my wife’s friends play guitar. The evening was cool, and the coffee house had a big fire ring on the patio out front, with a big fire in the ring. Might have been a dozen people sitting around the fire, and they all sat there ignoring one another, faces buried in their phones.
Yesterday I saw a grade-school aged kid walking alone in my neighborhood. The kid was alone. All by himself. I was the closest person to him, half a block away. The kid was masked.
This is the age and time in which we live.
I heard Adam Corolla on the Dennis Prager show yesterday. Corolla was talking about the forced masking of children as “Crate training”. If you want to train a dog to travel in a crate, the dog has to be broken to it when it’s a pup. This is what they are doing to the children- breaking their will, training them to comply with a mortifying and humiliating ritual practice. What sort of people will grow out of this? Servile. Compliant. Unquestioning.
And a new mask mandate from that infected pustule sitting in Sacramento.
I have no charity for the people who are doing this. It may be a sin, but I wish on them all the evil, grief, and pain the devil can dish out. May they bow to Madame Guillotine and rot in hell.
JWM