Saturday, 2 May 2026

Please keep your arms and legs inside the perestroika

The rent-a-nuisance Green Guards limply lay.

John Michael Greer is quiet lately. Hmm!

They drag the Green Guards off the honking road.

Just look at all the anger such deflects.

James Howard Kunstler's quiet lately. Hmm!

Those Green Guards block the road to take the blame

for ecofascist perestroika. Struck by Strong,

the stricken strike the wall of policy

in its relation to the bottom line;

carbon emission targets not a choice.

Green Guards as whipping boys distract from this.

The Global Warmists come out of Big Oil,

and when they speak of Climate they mean Oil!

They mean not cow farts but the price per pound

of protein energetically & all. O looming wall!

EROI decline is key, the common thread connecting 

euthanasia & promotion of plant protein,

insect protein, windmills, solar panels, 

carbon taxes & the birthrate/deathrate shot. 

They're wild about that euthanasia, hey!

As if they were just desperate to shed mouths

as balloons shed ballast. You're the ballast, hey.


(This is just agitprop, not one of the polished poems. I'm disgusted by how achingly slow people are to understand the implications of EROI decline. Because they are unable or unwilling to accept that EROI decline is real and has consequences, their heads end up full of garbage about 'medical emergencies' and 'climate emergencies' under false pretenses and the like. It is difficult to get them focused on the hard bottom lines and physical realities which lurk beneath these various fearporn campaigns; and the policies and information managements inextricable from these.)

Saturday, 21 February 2026

Kalokagathic Modeling

Kalokagathia the octopus

flows, flying, flowering. Mere wearisome

parameters are mitigated by

an optimizing interface of arms.

So correlation will accelerate

in its own sort of Singularity,

the necessary polymathy's bloom.

For there are sorts of Singularity 

& inner analogues to LLMs

and webbots which explore more inwardly.

World systems must be modeled inwardly

in order to be truly understood.

We manage what we understand!

The burning need for octopus is great.

Convergence with it's coming. I can't wait!

No, no. A trillion cameras will not do.

Nor all those terabytes of data points. 

They're only as perceptive as the sieve

who uses them. The inner world is swirled.

Let efflorescence overtake the world!

Let a bajillion flowers loom with bloom.


Wednesday, 28 January 2026

Provision

"Where she hath a place prepared by God, that they may nourish her there a thousand two hundred and sixty days, signifies the state of the church at that time, that in the meantime it may be provided among many, even until it increases to its appointed state" (Apocalypse Revealed 547).

The gnomes of Bryn Athyn are silently watching.

Old bottles are watching the new.

The Church of the Lord lasts forever, forever.

On Earth, though, they may be quite few.


She laughed, Sarah laughed, at the promise of Isaac.

God knows how to blow on a coal.

Who's watching the watchers, the gnomes of Bryn Athyn?

The Watcher who lightened my soul.


When Samson desireth a daughter of Timnah,

the Lord hath a subtle design.

The Church of the Lord lasts forever, forever.

New bottles fill up with new wine.