Blogging is dead, YouTube and MySpace and Twitter have replaced it. 15 minutes of fame has been replaced by 15 seconds of fame, and reading is dying as all we have to do now is click on icons and then watch the brief video.
In fact, we’re going to end up like the ancient Egyptians, with our written language reduced to a bunch of icons. Instant visual recognition, like a stop sign, poison emblem or radiation symbol. Not really, but reading is a decreasing skill, as evidenced by the greatly increasing inability to spell correctly among the general population. Most people can barely spell at all anymore.
So goodbye, adios, to all you few who’ve paid this particular ranter any attention, and thank you for stopping by. It’s all been said now anyway, all the warnings are posted here, all the predictions of your future are here. I did my part to tell the world what was happening to it and why, I handed out the tools. It’s not my job to keep handing out tools or make the needed repairs, I’m too old, too retired, too separated now from the System.
It’s your job. I’m in a pretty safe little out of the way place for as long as I need to be but you probably aren’t. You have the tools, you know what’s coming because I told you, now fix your future before it rushes up and destroys you first. Or don’t. Matters not to me, I’m just an observer these days.
Oh bum. Just back from Spain, tuned in for a rant top up and you are retiring again. Didn’t always agree with you but I liked your stuff anyway. Good luck with whatever.
It’s all been said now anyway, all the warnings are posted here, all the predictions of your future are here. I did my part to tell the world what was happening to it and why, I handed out the tools. It’s not my job to keep handing out tools or make the needed repairs…
I understand your frustration. Completely. I’m still hanging in there, but, more and more often the days, I don’t know why I bother.
Sorry to see you leaving.
I AM PROUD OF YOU, MAN.
YOU ARE A HERO.
From the Gold Generation.
I’m very sad.
These last 12 months, I have lost so much…
But your retirement leaves this world poorer, empty…
I saved your works and our conversations in my archives.
That’s my greatest pride.
“I had my chats with Rastaman, the Black Sheep.”
“We were good friends.”
“In this strange cyberspace, we never saw each other.”
He gave the light for the people, and that ones which meet him, he opened their eyes.
A great person, a huge personality, a big heart.
A BRIGHT WISDOM.
A genius mind.
SHINING FOREVER.
Ernesto, you’re the hero. I don’t think you enjoy the level of safety that we do here in the U.S. from attacks by hostile Muslims. You’ve been outspoken from the beginning. You’re a courageous man.
Thank you for your kind words of praise. It is time for me to let it go, though. In terms of the political future of Earth, the die is cast and all that remains is for the play to unfold, act by act, exactly as written. There’s nothing more I can say that I haven’t already said, and commenting on the ongoing, unfolding events all resolves into a litany of “I told you so’s”. I’ve already said enough “I told you so’s”.
This blog will stay up with all its posts for a long time yet. People do still come across old posts on the Internet, so it may yet do a bit more good.
Good luck to all.