The forces of decentralization are overcoming centralized information dispersal, i.e. The Narrative. From Tom Luongo at tomluongo.me:
November 5th, 2024 isn’t just Guy Fawkes Day in the UK. It’s not just the day of the US Presidential Election. It’s the day we figure out just how far we’ve come in wresting control of The Wire from the forces of control who believe they are entitled to rule from their personal hells.
The Wire? Yes, The Wire.
What is The Wire?
It’s a metaphor for how we communicate at every level. I wrote about this in late 2018 warning us of where we were in the fight then between the forces of centralization vs. decentralization.
A lot has happened since I wrote that article, most of which is still very appropos.
In the aftermath of a series of recent events this fall where Elon Musk emerged as the central figure challenging that control system that article roared at me from the depths of my lizard brain.
And I’ve learned to listen to my lizard brain.
Think about what we know today on the eve of the election that we wouldn’t know if Musk hadn’t bought Twitter in the days just prior to the US mid-term elections in 2022? One day he’s threatening to sue Twitter over their valuation in court and three days later he walks in with the kitchen sink.
Did we ever ask why he did this? I had some theories at the time. We know he didn’t buy Twitter on his own. But we also know that the information contained in Twitter’s databases, it’s algorithms, and company assets would be a treasure trove of truth that those who control The Wire wanted to make sure he never got a hold of.
Hitler doesn’t kill Peanut and likes his women dumb.
A teetotaler vegan who loved to rip a big blast of flatulence.
The midnight to 0500 table talk of Der Fuhrer was one of the best reads ever with all kinds of LMFAO!
Dr. Morrell used him as a human pin cushion at the end.
Most people know next to nothing of the Austrian corporal.
DJT is the last link to the vintage legacy USA which was all that, a bag of chips and a large fweedom fwies with delicious ice cold Coke back when it meant something.
That’s why they hate him and fear the Al Swearengen Pimp Hand.
Cocksuckers ALL.
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