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Assuming this is real and actually works as reported, we may indeed have begun to enter a truly demonic nightmare scenario where human brain matter is being used to work as faster and more efficient computers.

What actually happens to those living cells and any potential consciousness that they may exhibit… well… that’s just weird mysticism and not real $cience, right?

From the article:

It is worth recapping how the Neuroplatform works. The wetware architecture mixes hardware, software, and biology using a quartet of Multi-Electrode Arrays (MEAs) housing human brain organoids in a microfluidic life support system. 3D tissue masses are interfaced and stimulated by eight electrodes, with monitoring cameras and a tuned software stack so that researchers can input data variables and read and interpret processor output.

The information available about FinalSpark’s Neuroplatform has grown in recent months on the journey to remote rental availability. A blog post in July provided a closer look at how the labs create organoids and how the researchers are sure they are packed with neurons. An earlier blog post shared a macrograph of a single brain organoid, reproduced above, which is estimated to contain 10,000 living human neurons.

See that part right at the end? The 10,000 living human neurons? Where do you think they get those?

I’m sure it’s nothing totally evil and vile like say… from killing babies to get them, right?

And a linked article makes it clear that the neurons in question have a limited lifespan.

Biological processor organoids ‘live’ about 100 days

Silicon chips can last years, sometimes decades. The neuronal structures that form bioprocessors are also said to have a long lifespan, but are only “suitable for experiments that run for several months,” says FinalSpark. Initially, the firm’s MEAs would only last a few hours, but refinements to the system mean an organoid lifespan is currently expected to be around 100 days.

But it’s not like they might be taking part of a living brain and then forcing some machine code into it to work as a mind-slave for a few months before it finally has the sweet release of death.

And it’s not like time may work differently in whatever level of semi-consciousness those living brain parts may have, right?

I mean there is absolutely no chance at all that subjectively those 100 days, in which trillions upon trillions of artificial operations are forced brutally and mechanistically through those neurons that experience is felt as torture, with each single operation as some kind of hellish experience, right?

Of course not, because $cience, right? It’s all settled $cience, like climate change, the Moon landings having happened exactly like the filming of it on the Moon and not in a studio on Earth, and the genetic injections that have been killing animals for 30 years with mRNA stuff that alters your DNA now being entirely safe and effective, even if they cause myocarditis and don’t prevent any kind of contagion. Because $cience!

Isn’t progress grand?!

But don’t worry, I’m sure it’s not as if they are trying anything more than this.

A full DNA computer is a step closer, thanks to a new technology that could store petabytes of data in DNA for thousands or even millions of years. The system can also process data, as demonstrated by solving sudoku puzzles. You have more data storage capacity in your little finger than the best electronic hard drive. And we mean that literally – every cell in your body can hold about 800 MB of data, and you’re made of trillions of cells so every one of us is a walking, talking, super-dense data center. It’s not surprising then that scientists have been working to tap into that incredibly efficient natural data storage system.

That’s not making the duration in Hell be essentially infinite for any of the living matter involved, right?

I mean, come on, didn’t you ever read William Gibson or watch the film Johnny Mnemonic? Isn’t that future just so cool? What with their coffin-sized “homes” and rented out body parts and brain matter/computer interface plugs?

Just don’t be a throwback bigot, right?

Remember: The $cience is settled, safe and effective!

Now please report any doubts to your friend the Computer.

By G | 28 August 2024 | Posted in Actual Science, Artificial Intelligence, Billionaire Pedophiles, Social Commentary, Zombie Apocalypse

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Wife Ambush

So I was holding the little turtle, she is blonde and has her mother’s blue eyes, she screams “Daddy!” every time she sees me after I have been away for an hour or so, and she wakes me up by saying “Morning daddy!” with a kiss and hug to go with it. She has always been so direct and clear with everything and though she is not two yet she speaks enough to explain anything that she wants to express. I had asked her mom to put on some music and I was spinning the little turtle around dancing with her.

The first song that came on sounded like some country and western love song, kinda whiny and drawn out, and I said so; half to the little turtle and half to the wife, something like “Sounds a bit whiny…” but whatever, my little daughter, like all of them, just likes to dance and if I swing her round a bit with the music she smiles or laughs.

The wife didn’t even betray a smirk or anything, just looked up then carried on ironing a patch on one of my perennially ripped jeans. Then, as she knows I would, because I always do, I started hearing the actual words.

And all I managed to say was…

“Oh, it’s about… I thought…”

And then, without any warning or even understanding of why really, a whole bunch of crying burst out of me. Tears and that coughing thing a man may do when trying to stop, except I couldn’t. All the things I passed through with Scorpio Girl, who is twelve now, and who I didn’t have any time with for 5 of her first 9 years, who is here for the third year with us now, came flooding back, even while I was holding the little turtle and her total innocent love and honesty, that I would murder thousands to protect, and the other two girls too, of course, but these two, the first and the latest, they hit me at the same time like a one-two from Mike Tyson in his prime.

I still haven’t really processed it in a way I can put into words. I don’t know if I ever will, I have always been like this. Stuff of this sort probably just adds up. Scar on scar. Builds an armour I don’t know about. And all the women and broken things before just buried it I don’t know where.

And Lucie comes along and finds that gap, and shines a beam of sunlight in there. Among all the broken things and what it maybe used to be shines through as she begins to dust and clean and repair something I forgot I even had in there.

The little turtle was worried looking at me crying, tears on my face she had never seen. And Lucie came to hug us both. I told the little turtle I am fine, I am happy, I love her. And she seemed to accept it, if maybe not fully convinced.

I went to lie down upstairs on my own a minute to try and understand what happened. And the best I can do is what I write here now, so far.

One other thought came to me that is irrelevant to the specifics of this but I still think is relevant in a wider world context, and it is again a difference between what one might at first imagine is the difference between Latino men, spics and dagos like me and Northerners like the Anglos, Swedes, Germans and so on.

But on reflection, I think stems more from —once again— the difference between Catholicism and Protestantism. The reflection of the reality of God, as it expresses in man versus the caricature of it.

The difference is perhaps best expressed in a way that my father pointed it out once when I was a young teenager. I don’t recall what the context was. And my father has never been a very soft man, anyway, but he was describing this difference between the Anglos and us:

“They think if you show your emotions you are weak. They are stupid that way. They think if you cry because your dog died you’re a pussy, and maybe even say so to you. Then when you kick them in the balls and break their nose for disturbing your private moment of mourning, they think you’re a crazy person. The truth is that they are weak. Just because a man cries when something hurts him doesn’t mean he can’t cut you open from belly to throat without blinking when you piss him off.”

It wasn’t a life lesson I really ever needed to be taught, as I was this way instinctively, always have been, but the verbalising of it had crystallised it for me nicely.

I don’t have that crystallisation as to why exactly I burst out crying so suddenly, and I don’t especially need it for myself, but it is probably important conceptually for others. A contextualisation of spiritual truth matters in the wider context. It is, after all, how the truth of God has spread and expanded in its details thanks to the Catholic Church’s dogmatic truths, expounded and detailed over the centuries from the basic principles of the gospels and Catholic tradition harking back to the three centuries before the Bible was even compiled.

Anyway, I am not sure what you may gain from this story, other than some generic concepts which will no doubt get twisted into mutant versions of what I wrote, be it “Latins are more manly and in touch with their feminine side!” All the way to: “The kurgan is a pussy and no one should take any advice from a man that cries because of a song!”

Without forgetting the “He’s obsessed! He makes it all about Catholicism and how it’s the best religion ever!” For the record, I am no more “obsessed” with Catholicism than I am with 2+2 being 4. It just is true and that matters.

And if I cared what people said about me, well… I think by now anyone that knows me realises there is no danger of that being a threat to my psyche.

Oh, and of course, the final lesson to take away from all this is that women are devious creatures even in their most loving and caring aspects.

The song:

By G | 27 August 2024 | Posted in Catholicism, Increasing Happiness, Relationships, Sedevacantism

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The Sexual Difference

Between the kinkiest, dirtiest, most pleasurably debauched sex you can imagine, and the totally connected, deep intimacy of being with a woman you want to reproduce with and who wants to do so with you, is really not comparable.

The problem is that we have an endless supply of examples of the first kind of sex to “aid” the stunted imaginations of both men and women, predominantly in pornography, but also in pretty much every single “cultural” and “normalised” aspect of modern society, especially in the West.

While the second type of intimacy is only known about by those who have experienced it. And there really is almost no one left even capable of imagining it. I did —imagine it, that is— before I experienced it, and it was, in my imagination, kind of the mythical Holy Grail I was after, as I worked my way through dozens of female bodies in a short period of time, I certainly partook of the first type of sex enough to know, that there is a definite allure to it.

In fact, I believe the most common response of a reader that has experienced that, on reading the very first paragraph would be to say that if you can find a woman just debauched enough to click with your own kinks, you can achieve a level of sexual chemistry that is in and of itself, as deep a connection as you can have with another human being as possible. And no doubt such people believe it. I partly thought it might be the best you can get on this Earth too, although, like a foolish and mystic knight, I never gave up on my imagination of what it might be like to experience the second type of connection. And even when I lay with women who did want to have children with me, and even with one who did, there was still, always, something not quite there.

And being as how I am built, I have always had, since a very young age, the sense of following the ideal instead of the possible. I’m not just saying that. My memory was always excellent, being able to recall at least some events from age two. And one I recall from age four or five or so, was my grandfather telling me an old Italian proverb, which was:

“Better to be a living deckhand than a dead hero.”

I didn’t say anything, but I recall my thought clear as if it happened a minute ago. And it was this:

“But as a living deckhand you’re only a deckhand. A dead hero at least was a hero.”

That way of being has always been in me. I don’t know where it comes from or why, but the perception of what might be, of the impossible glory, not for me specifically, but for a concept, an ideal, a truth above all, has always mattered to me more than what the world around me, material reality, the thoughts of others on the matter, or what passed for the possible supposedly was.

And in my 55 years on this Earth, I have only increasingly satisfied myself that this way of being is far superior in quality than one that is limited and hamstrung by what the vast unwashed masses of humanity assume is “possible”. Not that I ever had any doubt of it. I never have, even when I was briefly atheist.

Therefore, even when my first two marriages crashed and burned, when the sex with the most kinky and exotic of women ended, I still imagined that somewhere in the Universe if not on Earth, that intimate connection I imagined, must exist; even if I never found it, I felt certain this Universe must be one in which that kind of connection can exist.

But I don’t think even 1 in 10,000 men can imagine it as vividly as I did. And it’s not arrogance saying that. Are you aware that almost every Chinese person has no internal dialogue? That most Africans can’t have conceptualised thoughts of three dimensional objects in their mind and rotate them?

And it’s not about race, it’s just humanity in general is so very poor at using its imagination. Of course, it has also been intentionally trained out of us certainly for at least over one hundred years. Today, it is almost entirely the purpose of formal modern education to do so.

So, how can one even discuss, or make a man that has NOT experienced that level of depth of connection believe how much better it is than any level of debauched sex you might engage in?

Especially since you are far more likely to have experienced the lustful and kinky side of sex than the deeply lovingly intimate one.

Any man who has not lived it is likely to think that anyone extolling its superiority is merely an exaggerated fable-teller. A puritanical Bible-thumper who couldn’t know what kinky sex was if he was parachuted into a Roman orgy, whose only aim is to get you to fall in line with his stunted and puritanical religious ideas so you can be just as miserable as he is.

It’s probably right up there with teaching a guy from Sentinel Island what an aeroplane is and how it works. Except they can see the aeroplanes, but modern men and women cannot even imagine the connection I am trying to make you aware exists.

And yet… it does exist.

And I wish there was a way to make you all see it and know it. Because if only you could, if only you knew, the world would change in an instant.

The Satanic pedophiles would be hung from the rafters in their own high-ceilinged homes in a matter of hours. Current politicians would be tarred and feathered if not buried in mass graves, and people would instantly have a proclivity to be far more honest and direct than any other period in the entirety of the history of the human race.

But we are the lucky, if eternal, few.

And yes, we are eternal, because our imagined dream of intimacy, is really but a mere shadow of the real thing. The real thing, for those few of us that live it, overshadows our best imaginations in ways none of us could have contemplated.

That reality, that absolute truth, all the more so because of how broken, fallen and corrupt we all are on this Earth is itself an ever-present miracle.

On this Earth we are all dominated by Greed, Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, Envy, Avarice, Wrath, Pride and all matter of Sins, and despite how weak and cowardly we are, this truth, this union of souls in a sexual intimacy you can’t even imagine, that creates new life too, remains true. Exists. Is real.

And it will always remain true because it is one of the foundations of this very Universe. It is why every sunset and every dawn is beautiful in and of itself. It is why a flower or a little insect crawling over it, a bee, gathering the nectar, if only you could see it, if only you could really watch it and understand it, reveals to you an endless Ocean of love, that you are immersed in even when the darkest things happen to you and you have no hope, no God, and no chance.

And as hard as your heart cries out for Justice, so too, know, that that very sentiment, the ever-unappeased rage of an injustice never righted in this life, that too, can only exist in a Universe where Love, total, ultimate Love, must exist.

I hope you will know it.

I hope you will live it.

But first, you must at least believe in it, if you are ever to see it or find it.

By G | 26 August 2024 | Posted in Increasing Happiness, Relationships, Social Commentary

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Orania 33 years later

If you are, like me, considering building your own community, with like-minded people, then you really need to see this video:

Regardless of the fact that I was never fond of Afrikaaners in general, and certainly not of the NGK (main protestant denomination of heresy in South Africa), the simple fact is that I entirely support the concept of what they did.

And just so people who think I am superciliously arrogant can get a shock, I will admit for the second post in a row that I was somewhat wrong 30 odd years ago when Orania was announced.

I assumed it would remain a backwater semi-desert with little to show for the efforts of what I considered the half-retards that are Afrikaaners.

As always, there are exceptions, and I certainly have met Afrikaaners that were absolutely awesome people in all respects. But as a general rule, I found them lacking in imagination, far too brainwashed by generic Protestant puritanism and literal illogical nonsense that simply makes zero sense, and more often than not rude and with a chip on their shoulder. Basically, what one of the black guys that worked for my dad said once: “Afrikaaners are just another tribe of Africans. They just have a white skin.”

That all said, it is an absolute fact that they have made their community a success. And in the scheme of things 33 years is not very long.

If I can create a Sedevacantist (aka Catholic) community one quarter the size in the next 20 years, I will have considered it a success.

I have far less exposure than they did from the start, but hey, thanks to you guys reading, maybe the concept will spread.

The point is not that ONLY Sedevacantism will work. In the short term, say 10 to 150 years, probably several versions of community will work. What I do think will make the difference is in the long term: say the next 500-1000 years.

I believe real Catholicism will continue to exist even then and some of those proto-communities I am building right now will be real ongoing communities, city-states, or even brand new nations. Orania… well, it clearly intends to be around and the Afrikaaners have had a rather resilient history, primarily because unlike many other people, they have never foregone the concept of violence.

Violence is a way of life in Africa, and whether you realise it or not, recognise it or not, or can even understand it or not, violence is an aspect of humanity wherever you live on Earth.

Being very clear about that and ready to use it at the least reason for it, tends to ensure that on an individual level you may suffer dire consequences, but as a people en masse, you are almost guaranteed to keep existing in time, OR get completely wiped out if you go up against a numerically larger, and just as violent people.

The Afrikaaners have always been comfortable with violence and responding to violence with more violence, and that goes a long way towards making you last in time.

Catholics definitely have the edge spiritually, and intellectually speaking, and in antiquity they absolutely were formidable warriors. But a couple hundred years of pharisee propaganda, global hegemony by protestant “philosophies” and so on has considerably weakened the instinct of self-protection through violence when and as required.

It is not completely gone or generically extinct, because, well, I and a few people like me, still exist, but whether there are enough of us, are able to organise ourselves enough and in time, remains to be seen.

At any rate, is it not interesting how a highly motivated community, with similar values and traditions, armed to the teeth, have a level of internal violence that is practically non-existent, even when located in the middle of nowhere and surrounded by one of the highest crime rates in the entire world.

Proving the old adage that an armed society is a polite society, as well as the fact that more guns in the hands of normal citizens who just want to be left alone, makes for a much safer society than the “gun free” liberal stab-zones now spreading across Europe.

If you are not building a society of people ready and willing to ostracise anyone and everyone that is not part of the in-group, you should be trying to genuinely join one that is already forming.

By G | 25 August 2024 | Posted in Catholicism, Clown World, Farming Life, Increasing Happiness, Sedevacantism, Social Commentary, The Crusades - Iron Men and Saints Vol. 1, Zombie Apocalypse