I’ve know it about both her and Bill from that 60-Minutes interview way back when that really launched them. I am astounded at the ignorance or plain dishonesty in anyone who still refuses to acknowledge it.
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Pots, Kettles, and Split Hairs
The really funny thing about something like this is you could tell it at your average church picnic and people would laugh at what morons those people must be.
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Gary Vaynerchuk. I hope he’s right. Since the dawn of civilization, the advantage typically goes to the most dishonest, i.e., politicians, clergy, lawyers, academia, activists, large corporations. Even when progress is made (i.e., Enlightenment), those truths too get co-opted by the manipulative and dishonest in order to perpetuate illusions and parasitically generate a dishonest livelihood. Take a look.
What he’s saying is that the future is going to be owned by the truly honest. Why do you suppose I post in the very direct, devil-may-care, fuck you if you don’t like it manner I do? Simple: fuck you if you don’t like it. I don’t care. I’m not lying about anything and the manner in which I conduct myself here pretty much proves it, as in the sarcastic "why not tell us what you really think."
I’m not interested in popularity, but in fully integrated honesty. Everything, at all times, no matter how brutal.
Fuck anyone who can’t take it. That’s the future. Get used to it.
(link: Greg, again)
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Nukes
I had no real intention to blog about this; just something that automatically came to mind at the time. But what the hell. I’m on an afternoon roll.
I’ll make it short. I would not expect you to be aware, but as a young and fresh Navy ensign, one of my collateral duties was the security over eight nuclear weapons on the USS REEVES (CG-24). If you don’t know how the security over nukes works, here’s a brief primer: two-man control. In the U.S., there is never less than two people in the presence of a nuclear weapon at any time.
Both have loaded and un-safed sidearms in readily accessible holsters at all times. Had I ever wanted, I could have created one hell of an international shit storm. So could and can to this very day thousands of others. In a sense, your life hangs on their whim.
Analogy: commercial airliners: two-man control.