Woke journal.

I have the following thesis, expressed as a syllogism. The woke are our current elite — from the dying newspaper business to the idiots who believe throwing quickset concrete milkshakes is free speech.

  • The woke are stupid.
  • The woke will not learn.
  • Therefore, the woke should be relentlessly mocked.

Wokeness is a combination of living in an echo chamber and virtue signalling. If you are in a college town, where most if not all people are progressive, it is easy to see that being more progressive is better. But those towns are not the farms or factories… or even the working class suburbs outside the campus. NZ does have a two party system — the greens are the ginger party on the left, and ACT the libertarian fringe on the right. Both fringes contain Intellectuals who have to much wokeness within.

In a nation with a two-party politicial system, where each party has roughly equal levels of core support, but where one party’s strength is concentrated in urban enclaves, we should expect this kind of derangement whenever the urban party loses elections. If you live in New York, San Francisco, or Portland, Oregon, you are immersed in a community where 80% of people vote Democrat, and where Republican voters aren’t likely to speak up about their political beliefs, since doing so would make them targets of hatred. This echo-chamber effect is compounded by the fact that most of the people who produce media — not just journalism, but also entertainment — are members of the same urban Democrat community. CNN anchor Chris Cuomo, whose father was the Democrat governor of New York and whose brother is New York’s current Democrat governor, doesn’t socialize with the kind of people who vote Republican. Nobody that Chris Cuomo considers a friend has ever served in the U.S. military, and he views members of the military as scum, unworthy of respect from elite people like himself.

Other McCain.
Mockery Meme number one.

It appears that my favourite forms of paleo protein annoy the elite, who want us to be fed as cheaply. Yes, insects can be tasty. But maggots? Nah. Feed them to the chooks — better still, let the chooks be free range and find them in the ground.

Yes, packaged maggots. For Pet food.

Taranow is the president of Symton BSF, where the larvae of black soldier flies are harvested and sold as food for exotic pets such as lizards, birds, even hedgehogs. Her “maggot farm,” as she styles it, is part of a burgeoning industry, one with the potential to revolutionize the way we feed the world. That’s because of the black soldier fly larva’s remarkable ability to transform nearly any kind of organic waste — cafeteria refuse, manure, even toxic algae — into high-quality protein, all while leaving a smaller carbon footprint than it found.
In one year, a single acre of black soldier fly larvae can produce more protein than 3,000 acres of cattle or 130 acres of soybeans. Such yields, combined with the need to find cheap, reliable protein for a global population projected to jump 30 per cent, to 9.8 billion by 2050, present big opportunity for the black soldier fly. The United Nations, which already warns that animal-rich diets cannot stretch that far long term, is encouraging governments and businesses to turn to insects to fulfill the planet’s protein needs.

National Review/Washington Post.

I missed a very long article on Facebook, because I don’t read Wired online, and generally don’t buy it. However, I have now looked at it. In my view, Facebook has a problem: most tech journalists are left wing, many of their staff are very left wing or ‘woke’, and the very nature of social media is that media and political forces from all parts of the spectrum will try to hack their algorithms to get more eyeballs. Facebook has to be neutral or transparent to deliver said eyeballs to the advertisers who pay their bills. This is a moral problem. Facebook treated it as a mathematical problem: one they can automate.

The company’s efforts in AI that screens content were nowhere roughly three years ago. But Facebook quickly found success in classifying spam and posts supporting terror. Now more than 99 percent of content created in those categories is identified before any human on the platform flags it. Sex, as in the rest of human life, is more complicated. The success rate for identifying nudity is 96 percent. Hate speech is even tougher: Facebook finds just 52 percent before users do.
These are the kinds of problems that Facebook executives love to talk about. They involve math and logic, and the people who work at the company are some of the most logical you’ll ever meet. But Cambridge Analytica was mostly a privacy scandal. Facebook’s most visible response to it was to amp up content moderation aimed at keeping the platform safe and civil. Yet sometimes the two big values involved—privacy and civility—come into opposition. If you give people ways to keep their data completely secret, you also create secret tunnels where rats can scurry around undetected.
In other words, every choice involves a trade-off, and every trade-off means some value has been spurned. And every value that you spurn—particularly when you’re Facebook in 2018—means that a hammer is going to come down on your head.

Automation has not worked, and their moderators are burning out. The very opacity of their alogrithms, together with the deals they are making with intelligence agencies mean that they are not that trustworthy. My account is deactivated, and I am slowly weaning myself off the teat. You would have to be heartless, however, not to laugh when this happens to one of the largest users of bandwidth in the world.

Facebook has found itself on the wrong side of the July 4th holiday buzz as the grandparent-approved social network has had severe server problems. On Wednesday morning (US time) the social network confirmed that there was an issue that was causing users to have problems loading media files. Instagram and WhatsApp have also been hit with outages. According to monitoring site Down Detector, however, the issues go well beyond problems with image and video uploads. The site noted a significant uptick in complaints and reports of users being unable to load pages. The issue is not limited to the US, either, as users in Asia and Europe are also reporting problems accessing the site, as well as accessing their photos and videos. The unscheduled downtime comes at a particularly bad time for Facebook, as many of its users in the US are preparing for Independence Day celebrations, and are likely relying on Facebook to coordinate parties and share updates on their plans with friends and family members.

The Register… who call independence day traitors day.

New Gab is up. It looks better than Facebook already.

In old media, the long form of journalism is best enjoyed on paper. Not online. Trade magazines can survive if they produce good content. respect their customers, and produce something tangible not virtual. The paradigm here is the Spectator. I can see magazines surviving. Newspapers and the nightly news, however, are slowly dying… and are now preaching against what they see as their new replacement, social media. But that will not be the final endgame. Social media will be fragmented by the imperial governments in the West, and nationalized in the older, nationalist empires of the East. Watch this space, and keep yourself away from virtual woke crowds. They bite, distort and devour. Hat tip to the leader of the Rabid Puppies, who knew the history, and ensured that the Hugo award is now worth less than nothing. He studied Scalzi, but as a game designer he was able to do it better.

And so it goes. You get the idea. I’ll resist the urge to rehearse absolutely all of the outrages in chronological order, but I’ll mention the 2015 Hugos because they were notable in several ways. I was actually at the award ceremony, for one, happily flanked by a pair of Fishlifters, because I attended the Spokane Worldcon as Randy Byers’ second in running the fanzine lounge. I think it was Claire who, while we sat waiting for the ceremony to begin, called our attention to the fact that the write-up of the history of the Hugos printed in the Hugo Awards Ceremony event program included a paragraph for every single Hugo award type – literary, dramatic, retro, committee awarded special – except the fan categories. It was as if the fan awards either didn’t exist at all, or were subsumed by the literary categories. How pointedly on-the-nose is that? Also that year, the Best Fan Artist award went to Elizabeth Leggett, whose body of related art was entirely paid work for publication, albeit in semiprozines. But still, work sold for money. This seems one of the few cases where a small change to the language of the award could easily close one avenue of injustice, since the description currently includes appearances in semiprozines. We could dispense with that criterion without eliminating appropriate eligibility. But perhaps most memorably for many, 2015 was the first Year of the Puppies. The combined efforts of the Sad- and Rabid Puppies managed to get their slates solidly wedged onto the short list of many categories, including literary and media ones, leading to much public outrage in the months leading up to the convention, and to a rhythmic tattoo of Hugos going to “No Award,” during the awards presentation. And the audience applauded. Our highest honors were so badly broken that category after category went unawarded, and the fans applauded. Thanks Scalzi. Fuck you.Y eah, Scalzi. Because beyond distorting the fan categories beyond all recognition, John Scalzi opened the door for anyone who was paying attention and willing to do the leg work to rewrite any Hugo to their own preference. Looking at an award category, deciding that the people currently winning it don’t deserve to, examining the rules to see if they explicitly forbid what you want to do, and then mounting a blog-based campaign to circumvent the spirit of the award by recruiting a bunch of fan-cultural outsiders who never previously nominated or voted in that category to do so – does that sound at all like a familiar pattern? And make no mistake, Scalzi’s blog had plenty of Puppy-leaning types paying attention to it.

Ulrika O’Brien, Beam.

Do not be them. Do not be like them