Fpr A Definition Of Same
Your Humble Scribe went immediately to his Collins Concise Dictionary, only to discover that it went thus: "Not sanitary, dirty or infected" and - you may be ahead of me here - I then realised I was looking at "Insanitary", which is also pretty fitting, as we shall discover when the object of this Intro hauls into view.
"Insanity: 1) relatively permanent disorder of the mind; state or condition of being insane; 2) Utter folly; stupidity."
How very formal! There is also "Repeating exactly the same behaviour and expecting different consequences" which I think was exemplified by the Fourth Doctor. Art!
Okay, okay, so it's the Sixth. Who's counting?
In the spirit of yesteryon's Intro where we were introduced to the wonders of rampant AI gone amok (or amuk) and 'Colossus', I will demonstrate another example of insanity, because humanity does so like it's world-controlling supercomputer AIs - "I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream". Art!
This particular tale concerns a global melding of various supercomputers that then develop sentience and decide humanity is greatly over-rated, to the extent that Hom. Sap. is rapidly rendered extinct.
WHAT WERE THEY THINKING! "O what can possibly go wrong if we turn over control of all nuclear weapons everywhere to an AI?" As I like to capitalise, If You Want Skynet This Is How You Get Skynet. Maybe the fact that it came in film form will pervade the human consensus on exactly how beneficial AI will be.
ANYWAY in the way we have here, all that is by way of a preamble, because we are right back with that unfailing creator of blog content, Donald Judas Trump. Art!
Filled with finer and more cogent thoughts than Tango Man.
You see, DJ Tango was at it again at the weekend, defaming E. Jean Carroll, again. We did indeed cover this, but more detail has emerged, proving that, most unusually, Donnie has been paying attention to his lawyers and their legal advice.
You see, administratively, the judge in the case, Judge Kaplan, had put the case to bed as of Friday. Once that's done it can't be re-opened or amended, which is why the 77-year old with the spiteful pettiness (and intellect!) of a 7-year old defamed EJC on Saturday.
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| Laugh-a while you can, monkey-boy! |
This is what I mean by 'insanity', because Defaming Donnie is going to lose $91 million when his appeal is rejected, for defaming EJC again. EJC and her legal counsel, another Kaplan (no relation) can now sue for defamation a third time, and do you know what?
They'd win. They won the previous two defamation cases and one can only pause and wonder what stonking enormous hundreds of millions award DJT would be ruined with. If he's still alive and at liberty, that is, because the future is not especially rosy for him. More kind of orange-hued.
What's FAR worse for Pumpkinhead is that they may go to the judge and point out the new defamation, stating that the judgement is obviously not having any deterrent effect, that he ought to reject the bond and simply order DJT to pony up the $91 million straight away.
George Conway, experienced legal counsel, pointed out an interesting legal point about the televised 'town hall' that Trumpy went grumpy on; the location was Rome, in Georgia, but the television station is based in Manhattan.
Manhattan, in New York. It is, in fact, in the Southern District of New York, which is the legal stamping grounds of -
Judge Lewis Kaplan. Yes, that judge Kaplan. Art!
Right, that's enough of the poster boy for Fatuous for one day. Bring on the pistachio gatherers of Novi Pazar!
Who's Cracking The 'Cheese-Eating Surrender Monkeys' Jokes Now?
You'll forgive me for dabbling in the unclean waters of Politics, just a smidgeon. To insult France, the French and their martial ardour has been a touchstone of South Canadian ignoramii for Lo! theses many decades, with cracks like "For sale, French rifle, never fired dropped once".
To anyone like Conrad, with an inordinately large knowledge base of warfare, this kind of cavilling always seemed as lazy as it was inaccurate: Nappy didn't conquer Europe with a bunch of pansies. Art!
Now Prez Macron has, to nick a phrase, 'come out swinging' and has gone from adoringly licking Putinpot's shoes, to biting them with big steel gnashers. One wonders what caused this transition? Now the talking heads on Ruffian state television have another nation to hate.
Whilst in South Canada, they may get around to approving aid for Ukraine in April, perhaps May or even June. 2025, that is.
Must be something in the water.
We now return you to our regular diet of wibble, scrivel and tangential nonsense.
More Mystery Macguffins
This reminds me, I need to check out when those spammy scammy rascals at "The Daily Beast" have that standing order dated; a date in April, I believe. Your Humble Scribe will deffo be cancelling it, out of pique if nothing else. In the meantime, allow me to present the tat they've got in the sidebars. Art!
I don't think it's a mine-detector, or they'd feature the electronic controls on the handle. A grass-scarer? Perhaps an aerator, and the underside of those parallel bars are studded with spikes, all the better to - um - air your lawn?
Let's cheat and peek - Art!
A bundle of sticks. What, is it cinnamon bark? Don't tell me "Make Your Own Fence! Hours Of Fun! Practical! Inexpensive! Will Not Leak, Rot, Spoil, Drip Or Rust!"
Hang on, I've got to resolve this. Art!
Well well Steve Carrell. I was closer than I realised. Clever old Conrad.
"City In The Sky"
The Doctor and Ace are communicating when, to be honest, they ought not to be able to, given things like physics and radio waves. Still, reality never could constrain our favourite Gallifreyan.
‘Hello, Doctor?’ ventured Ace on her radio. ‘Can you hear me?’
‘They might be jamming again,’ cautioned Christos. ‘And we’re not in direct line of sight yet,
so - ’
‘Ah, Ace! Splendid!’ came the distorted tones of the Doctor. ‘Solved your little problem?’
Istvan laid a restraining arm on her before she answered, holding a
finger to his lips.
‘Oh – yeah. Righto. Yep, problem solved, Prof.’
‘Good. Now, DO NOTHING with that
information!’
‘When are you coming back Upstairs?’ she asked.
‘Not for a while. I’ve a rather
risky job to do. And no you can’t come
along,’ he added after a short pause.
‘Humans not allowed.’
The connection ended with a crisp snap, which meant Ace worried over
exactly what the Prof meant by “rather risky”, since his gift for understating
danger usually surfaced when he tried to keep her out of any mutual mischief.
Christos and Istvan, naturally, picked up on the “humans not allowed”
phrase.
‘I’m not going to ask,’ said the scion.
Istvan merely looked at her with a wondering, weary glance that had
several hundred years of Magyar history built into it.
It does beg the question.
Living In The Future
Okay, Peter, you asked for it and you got it. Art!
Yes yes yes, I hear you quibble. Low-budget sci-fi film death ray in action, very ho hum, any teenager with a decent laptop and imagination can replicate same, as i-
WRONG!
For this is real life. Art!
Say hello to "Dragonfire", which is nothing to do with the Doctor Who dramamentary of the same name, and everything to do with the British (whom the Ruffians detest as we are the 'Main Dastards' looking to do them in) inventing a working laser weapon system. It can intercept missiles and drones in flight, and do it for £10 per laser bolt, which makes downing a £15,000 Shahed look pretty sick.
They'll deny it, but the Ruffians deployed a couple of their laser weapons to occupied Ukraine, making a big song and dance about doing so. After a week they were never mentioned again. Ha!
Finally -
Yes, "Dragonfire" is the one where that bloke's face melts off, in a scene that must have traumatised a lot of young viewers, one of whom apparently went on to a career in the MoD. Art!
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