This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

It is a headline from a Russian newspaper. One scary headline among the many, but the question is. Could this be internal propaganda designed only to stiffen the resolve among the suffering Russian civilians? Or is this something more? International subliminal messaging of a barking dog getting ready to bite? Other Russian editorials claim that only retaliation and escalation will work. NATO must be taught a lesson! Their failure, as they see it, is all our doing!

Ukraine has successfully brought the war home to Russia. Forcing the public to see through the smoke and haze of internal politics. The public has been told for over four years that Russia was winning the war. But Wild berries and the oil refineries in flames say otherwise. Vladimir Putin looks impotent in the face of drone attacks. So they generate threatening, aggressive-sounding propaganda to salve over their wounds. “Oh yeah! Just you wait! You’ll see! You’re gonna get yours!”

But John Radcliffe didn’t fly all the way to Russia for internal politics. Somebody, somewhere in the bowels of the Pentagon thinks they’re serious. President Cankles McBrainfreeze is left entirely out of the operation. Strange, huh? The Commander-in-Chief, Billy Big Mouth, has nothing to say about it? “Shut him up before he gets us all killed!” Cankles is angry because they won’t let him make a speech at the 911 memorial. They won’t let him make the memorial for over three thousand dead Americans about himself, so Cankles the clown will now punish New York City and NOT show up for the memorial.  Take that, New York! That’s New York, one and Cankles, zero.

Abraham Lincoln once famously said, “One war at a time.” Not Cankles, a trade war with Canada. A shooting war with Iran and an economic war on Wall Street. If they burn the deck chairs, they can keep the steam up for a few more days. Yesterday, the US military attacked Iranian “missile launchers.” Iran retaliated with missile strikes on US assets in Qatar and Jordan, as well as hitting an oil tanker in the Strait of Hormuz. But shh, don’t tell anyone, it’s a secret. Only good news is allowed, Winston!  

President McBrainfreeze has negotiated a new oil deal with Venezuela. It’s not known if any Venezuelan officials were allowed to be present during the negotiations. Sign here! The mongrel media lap it up. A Trumpian triumph asking, “How long until oil prices fall?” Venezuelan crude oil is thick like tar, and it’s best used for heating oil and heavy lubricants, not gasoline. Hence, despite Cankles proud proclamation, world oil prices continue to rise. It’s estimated it will take billions of dollars and at least a decade to bring Venezuelan infrastructure up to date. American oil executives offered the exclusive chance of a lifetime in Venezuela, declined to participate.

Wall Street trembles under the weight of massive borrowing for speculative data center projects. Billions upon billions of dollars in loans, and not one dollar of profit anywhere to be seen. But one of these days, boy, it’s going to be great! Someday they’ll turn a profit, maybe. You’ll see! Just you wait! The economic numbers are bad. Inflation and high interest rates with zero job growth. And now, with Canada imposing dollar for dollar, reciprocal tariffs. The economic future looks bleak. Wall Street stands on the deck of a sinking ship and dreams about how great the rescue ship is going to be when it finally arrives. If it arrives at all.

Never have so few spent so much or borrowed so much on mere speculation. On the anticipation of a gold strike without a single flake of gold ever having been found. Now, as history explains, the roots of the Great Republican Depression of 1929 were caused by speculation on credit. People were buying stocks on credit. Put ten dollars down and get a hundred dollars in stocks. Based entirely on the philosophy that if everyone can buy stocks, the prices will automatically rise. If everyone can invest in data centers, then where will the prices go? But what if the bloom never arrives? What if the bloom is less than expected?

Henry Ford famously built a two billion dollar rubber plantation in South America. Then a scientist with a test tube in New Jersey and $100,000 budget developed synthetic rubber. What if you build a ten billion dollar data center and some scientist somewhere comes up with a new chip that does a hundred times what the old chips do? That ten billion dollar data center can now fit in your wristwatch for $92.50. A ten billion dollar obsolete data center. Just look at this ancient technology! Gosh, how primitive. The same way we look at old Crosley tube radios today or Windows 97. Betting the house because it is all they have left to bet. Gambling for their clothes.

Betting the current technology won’t grow or be made obsolete overnight, before it’s all paid for.

It’s important to understand that when Russia threatens the West. The Russian army is depleted. Their navy is virtually useless, and their air force is antiquated. When they say escalate, they mean going to the next level. How strange it is during the most dangerous times since Cuba in 1962, Cankles McBrainfreeze is silent on the subject. Shoddy Scotty Bessant’s economic D-day plan raises the tensions, without solving any of the problems. Stuck without enough missiles to strike Iran, they strike at Iran’s economic allies. They make new enemies for the US instead.   

Speaking of new enemies, Google, aka Gargle, hastens to swallow Mr. Trump’s syrup and change the name of Lake Ontario on their Gargle maps. Like a good little corporate tool with something brown on their nose. Oblivious to the point of Mitch McConnell brain dead. Gargle has missed what has happened to Elon’s little car company after getting in bed with Mr. Trump. From the hottest cars on the market to virtual boat anchors. And then there is the sad case of the “My Pillow Guy” Mike Lindell. Once one of Mr. Trump’s favorite suck-ups, worth over thirty million dollars. Now broke, disgraced, and Mr. Trump is no longer taking Lindell’s calls.

Let’s see? Gargle could either please Mr. Trump or please three or four hundred million people? Wanna buy a Cybertruck or a “My Pillow?” Wanna hire Rudy Giuliani, Michael Cohen or Pam Bondi? The taint doesn’t wash off; it’s like a tattoo, it remains forever. Look at See BS; they’ve destroyed their own business. Look at what happened to America Online, Gargle, and meet your future! They can too quickly be replaced at no additional cost!

“The world is filled with people who are no longer needed. And who try to make slaves of all of us. And they have their music and we have ours. Theirs, the wasted songs of a superstitious nightmare. And without their music and ideological miscarriages to compare our songs of freedom to, we’d not have any opposite to compare music with — and like the drifting wind, hitting against no obstacle, we’d never know its speed, its power….” ― Woody Guthrie