The Rise of the Algorithm Part III

The Rise Of The Algorithm Part III The Ascension Of The Actuary

Since undertaking the task of explaining the role of Algorithms in modern day reality, I have begun to understand something of the fire that humans possess; a fire which I had thought might be blown out by the gale force winds of change. A Toffler effect so to speak, brought about by exponential changes in technology. Americans might be forgiven for thinking that changes in technology which occurred during the nineteenth century had the same impact as those changes wrought in the twentieth. After all, building an intercontinental railroad system had pretty much the same effect as building an interstate highway network. The creation of  an internet, which connects the majority of humans has had about the same effect as seeing to it that most Americans could read, and then creating a national culture (several really) that depended on readers as the readers depended on the words they read. While the twentieth century passed, first telephones, and then television invaded each and every home and the experience of being human became something that could be scripted; all it takes is an algorithm folks.The difference as I see it is in the impact of technological change on our individual limits in a far denser population. When great changes came in the nineteenth century they created limitless possibilities to practically everyone. Midway through the twentieth century, technology had created great opportunities for fewer and fewer people. Malthus’ dire predictions came true, and the algorithms of prosperity, and population moved inexorably forward; and no amount of pleading would turn them back.

The evidently enduring flame I spoke of has caused me to change much of my thinking though, and, as I shall endeavor to explain, gives me hope as a possible challenge to what had heretofore seemed an inevitable end to us courtesy of our most powerful tool, the algorithm. First, the actuary. Like guns, algorithms don't kill people, people do. An algorithm, like a gun, is a tool and must be wielded by a person with a purpose and a skill. The purpose comes at best, from a group of people whose intentions are creative and constructive. At worst, the purpose comes from a single individual whose purpose is destructive, the deed done on the down low. Examples of the former are algorithms for bedside diagnostics without imaging, and for emergency logistics management; examples of the former might be algorithms for investment transactions, and algorithmic trading; or worse, developing terrorist attacks that strike us through our electronic lives. Think of it; when I was thirty, practically anybody could live in an nineteenth century world. For that matter, they could have prospered in an eighteenth century world. Can most of the thirty somethings of today say the same? You know it ain’t so,Joe. The ubiquitous they have all the rational approaches covered.When us grown ups talk to others who are like minded, we all seem to agree privately that we cannot see any way out of the mess. We know deep down inside that the kind of mistakes were made that can only lead to misery on a scale not known to us outside the imaginations of writers of horror, or perhaps in the memories of those who have seen true war.

Well....what was that hope you was talkin’ about there Theo? O.K. Are the kids outside? Alright, here it is: Sun Tzu said “if you do not know your weakest point, be sure your enemy will”. Well folks, I’m no actuary, but if you think about it, isn't the great density of our connected population

our enemy’s greatest weakness? Aren't all these algorithms concatenated into one big algorithm, each actuary working for an algorithmic fiefdom no one part of the kingdom quite knowing what the other fiefdoms do? I don't think there is any way to avoid a disaster that is basically intercontinental, but I do think we could still bring the giant down before an actuary partners with a data researcher and eliminates the need for human developers. I think we might be able to manage our downfall in such a way that our grandchildren will know what came before them by leaving them some small part of it. Such lays the foundation for the solution; a solution that I will explain in what I promise will be the last I will say on this for a time in our fourth article in this series, Jesus is the algorithm (a phrase given to us by one of the greatest actuaries of our time).

BLACKJACK!

The republican party has just drawn to a “seventeen” and Donald Trump is yelling, “BLACKJACK! I danced in the streets of Austin when Bush II took office. Eight years later, after loosing my ass, hat, and all my cattle, I wasn't dancing with near as much enthusiasm. The very fact that Donald Trump could take the nomination by storm proves that there wasn't much power left in the old guard. The GOP went from “Grand Old Party”to “Grab our. . .” well, you know. The political landscape has been redefined according to a populist model heretofore unknown, unless you simply look at history, and understand that people can be pushed only so far before they push back.

Remember that pendulum I keep telling you about? Basically, it works like this: It never rests in the middle. The reason for this is that proponents of each end of the spectrum want their way or the hiway. It's as simple as that. It takes about eight years for the general population to get fed up, and begin to push the pendulum the other way. Obama, and the liberal democrats have had their run. Even supporters are at least considering trying something else. Now, you can tell me all about Trump's many prat-falls, but consider this; he's still THERE! Even if you buy into the CNN polls, and don't see that they polled five democrats they found at a Hillary rally, you must admit that he is still nibbling at her heels, and friends, people do weird crap when they pull that little curtain behind themselves in a voting booth.

Unless Trump gets indicted for the murder of JonBenet he's gonna give Hillary a run for her money, and he has MORE money than she does. The pendulum is going to swing, and it's going to swing wide. Times, they are gonna be a-changing. But, back to my original point. No party could be more against their own nominee than the republican party is today, and do you want to know how much difference that makes? Nothing! Nada! The former republican party has become irrelevant. Paul Ryan stomping around like he's got something to say.

And, it's not just the republican party, this effect will ripple. When the party flexed its muscle and tried to derail the Trump Train they got their feelings hurt. They stacked the deck and Trump just yelled, “BLACKJACK!” They tried to explain to the people that the party was a private entity, and they, the plutocracy owned and operated that entity. BLACKJACK! When asked about his tax returns, Trump just thumbed his nose. BLACKJACK! When “someone” dragged a bunch of old whores out of the closet, Trump just put REAL victims in the “Amen” pew of the second debate for Bill and Hillary, and daughter to look at. . . BLACKJACK! The destruction of what was known as the republican party is now complete, and do you not think more than a few democrats noticed that. People are waking up to the fact that “parties” cannot fight the pendulum.

This country was founded upon a constitution that was designed for precisely this purpose, to disenfranchise power brokers and empower We The People, without a bloody revolution. That's why people like Hillary want to “amend” the constitution so bad. It stands in the way of their agenda. They know gun control won't work, but the second amendment is a test. If they can change that, why shucks, freedom of speech, religion, the press. . . will be easy peasy. If you want to see the hidden vote just go to Facebook and check out “likes” and “shares” on Donald Trump's live feeds vs Hillary's. BLACKJACK! Now, I may be wrong, but in my opinion on November 8^th BOTH parties will be licking their wounds, and from the ashes of the old guard organizations such as the Libertarian Party, and even independents will begin to be taken a tad bit more seriously. BLACKJACK!

My Baby MaMa

                                                                      My Baby MaMa. Let that soak in for a minute, will you? When I returned from California five years ago, I heard that term for the first time. It really put me back. I'm old school, you see. There’s wives, girlfriends, and mistresses. A girl friend was usually promoted to a wife if things turned out right. After you got  married, if you had  a girlfriend that's just plain ol’ cheating, unless, of course you're rich, then it's a mistress, adding some sort of legitimacy to it. There were levels of intimacy,  from having this person on the side for years all the way down to stealing a kiss, but If the woman tells then Donald Trump will sue her,  I digress.

Then, there's “My Baby MaMa.” Now leaving the “s” off of the word “baby” is not a typo. That's the way it usually rolls out of this filth’s mouth because the man uttering the term is so morally bankrupt he for one, admits he's a cheat, and two he's a deadbeat dad. I know that somewhere there are men who will support their illegitimate children, but whenever you see the dropped “s” that's usually a pretty good indication of the bankrupt deadbeatery of the speaker thereof. And they get MAD when you laugh!

Folks, this is what's wrong with our society. There is now an official term that legitimatizes adultery. And that's what it really is, adultery. When you remind the person who's stupid enough to utter such a phrase of that word they REALLY get mad. Now they don't get upset at cheating, or never contributing one red cent to the child, indeed, I met one guy who was PROUD his ex had married a man who raised his offspring so he could continue to have more “Baby MaMas” unimpeded by any responsibility whatsoever. No, they get bent out of shape when you show the same disrespect that THEY have shown toward the woman caught in an adulterous situation.

At first it amused me, but then it angered me. I know, I know, we shouldn't judge, but after raising four boys, and two sets of grandchildren, I just can't get my mind around “My Baby MaMa!” I'm just a simple ol’ boy from Austin, but this is the ultimate disrespect toward women. This reduces women to the role of cattle. They're only good for a use similar to a blow up party doll, and the result isn't even worth your name, much less your moral or financial support because “My Baby MaMa” will trudge on somehow. Maybe she’ll get lucky and meet a MAN!

The kids are NOT alright. Remember that article a couple days back? Mama’s baby grows up in this world, perhaps even being taught to show respect for “Real Daddy.” That's another term I hate. You marry a girl, clean her up, raise her kid just like your own, and have to hear the term “Real Daddy” come out of the child’s mouth almost as soon as they can say it. MaMa babies grow up with Real Daddy, and soon figure out the circumstances of their birth, watch Teen Titans, and some chick twerking across a stage, and you wonder why the Muslims call us the Great Satan!

This situation is not going to turn on a dime. This generation must be consumed before sanity returns, and I'm not talking about OUR generation, I'm talking about MaMa baby crawling across the floor right now! Do you see the far reaching ramifications of this mess? An entire generation who doesn't know that a man and a woman, that's right, ONE man, and  ONE WOMAN should get MARRIED, have a baby and raise it in a HOME with a mommy and daddy and FAMILY! I actually had a woman, full grown woman, tell me that adultery is where the other woman gets pregnant. Rave on baby, hell ain't HALF full! Then, I turn on the news, find that some porn star is claiming Trump kissed her without permission, and then offered her money. She's standing up there beside this lawyer like she's got good sense. A porn star! Oh, my bad, Adult Film Star. Didn't see THAT category on the Oscars. Ok, folks, I'm gonna boil that down for you. That would be a whore. Allegedly, Donald Trump at some point in history stole a kiss from her,  then offered to pay her for it, and she got mad! That's what you do with a whore. You pay her. The problem is that MaMa baby is already screwed up mentally, and THIS is being puked out on national TV! These people are being portrayed as role models. I mean, she has a lawyer, right . . . RIGHT?

Usually, I end an article with a solution, but I'm still working on this one. We’ve got a whole generation of MaMa Babies growing up, and they will VOTE some day. They will fornicate, commit adultery, dodge their responsibilities, and abort so many babies it'll make Hitler blush with shame. And then something like Hillary will come tripping along and they will seal the deal by putting her in the office that Abraham Lincoln graced. I swear, if Hillary wins I'm never going back to America. I'm just going to stay in Texas. This kids are not alright and it's our obligation to fix them. Teach them what good is. Teach them words like “adultery” and tell them that men who say things like “My Baby MaMa” are NOT men. They should be in line for corrective surgery, and I think you know what I'm talking about. Maybe one day we’ll again see a man introduce a woman by saying, “This is my wife, and the mother of my children." God save My Baby MaMa, and God DAMN the man who relegated her to that status!

The Kids are NOT Alright

Are the kids alright? We’ve all been there. A parent’s number one priority is the safety, and well being of their children. We trust our kids to teachers, doctors, and sitters. You go out for the evening, and hire Suzie Sweetcheeks, head cheerleader at the high school, Girl Scout, lead in the school play, member in good standing at the church, and still, somewhere between the salad and the main dish you feel compelled to make that phone call for no logical reason, “Are the kids alright?”

Everything we do, as parents, is targeted toward our children being equipped to take on life, and hoping we can leave them a life worth taking on. We trust the people we elect, and put in charge to be of the same mind. A JFK, instituting a physical education mandate in order to give them healthy bodies, a school program to give them healthy minds, and clergy to help them get through the trials of puberty. The kids look up to us, and the people we put in charge, and kids start with a blank slate. What is written on that slate has many authors.

Imagine, if you will, Mohammed Ali stepping into the ring to face Joe Frazier, only instead of “Everlasting” gracing the back of their robes you see “Texaco” and “Exxon.” Now, imagine Hillary, and Trump stepping onto the debate stage, only they have robes, too, Hillary’s reading “BLS Investments” and Trump sports one reading “Thomas Barrack.” In this corner, former Senator, Secretary of State, the Terror of Benghazi, Hillary Clintoooooooooooon! And in this corner, entrepreneur, real estate mogul, heart throb of millions of women, with more money than God, Donald Truuuuuuuuuuump! Get ready to RUUUUUUMBLE!!!!!!!  THIS is where your country is, folks. THESE are the people setting the bar for your children’s future. Not as painful as sitting on a bicycle without a seat, but right up there in the top five.

Words mean things because words dictate actions. Almost all serial rapists begin their career as peeping Toms. If you led a decent life, never a thought about doing anything out of the way, but were put in a situation where you had an opportunity to do something completely out of character, you'd have to at least think about it before acting, but what if you were bombarded with thoughts all through your developmental years, and believed that such deviant actions were normal, acceptable. Kids look up to political leaders, rappers, the old man on the street, and they look for direction. And it's a double edged sword. The little boy who “grabs” combined with the little girl, who while being repulsed, believes it to be normal to BE grabbed because someone with the twelve sacred stones on their holy robe  said so, and she just endures because that's the world WE gave her.

From the rapper singing about “ Throwing up in his Ho’s cup” to candidates talking about grabbing, to those  saying “What does it matter” when questioned aboutthe deaths of patriots, , the world has become a Mad Maxx movie with hundreds of sequels, and your kids will raise your grandkids. The corporate backers of everything from gangsta-rappers to presidential candidates could care less about your children so long as the bottom line is always there. THEY live in gated communities with lots of guns. YOU, and your kids live in the world THEY created, and YOU  voted for. So, have dinner, enjoy the evening, make that call . . . the kids are NOT alright!

When The Kids Grow Up

When the kids grow up there will be a different world. Ted witnessed something recently. He has a neighbor who is a staunch republican. As usual, the Trump signs went up, and his yard became a political statement recently. Ted heard the voices of two boys over the fence, laughing hysterically, and he leaned closer. What was so funny was they were laughing about the conversation on that bus many years ago. They were around twelve years old. A girl of approximately the same age came to them, and reminded them that “grandpa” didn't like them talking about that, and would be very angry if he heard it, to which one boy said, “Shut up, or I'll grab you by the . . .”

When I was growing up in Shreveport, watching Disney on Sunday night, I didn't know Tinkerbelle even HAD one of those things. I thought everything was smooth “down there” and after sneaking a peak at a Barbie doll I found this to be true. I was attracted to little girls, but for the life of me I didn't know why. I guess that's why I'm a “face man” to this day.

Now, I'm not backing off my political stance one inch. Hillary is a crap bomb about to be dropped on the White House, and among ADULTS Trump’s statement can be analyzed, talked about, and homogenized till hell freezes over. Only one problem; the kids heard it, too! The seed has now been planted, and in twenty years we will all be hanging from the mighty oak that springs forth. In forty years . . . well, you're not going to believe. You WILL see that it is possible for a ten year old can birth a child.

The problem is that we, as conservatives, are so sick and tired of Bruce Gender, transgender bathrooms, black lives mattering, and EVERYTHING Muslim that we’ll accept any solution because the alternative is unthinkable. Division is the rule of the day. “Them against Us.” In spite of the spin that the election is rigged, the results will show the true color of our national character. Whatever comes out it, that's what America really is. Like it, love it, leave it, but what about when the kids grow up?

You can't undo this, folks. The die has been cast. Young, inquiring minds will explore just what that was that was being grabbed, and it's exciting. Do you remember your first kiss? I do. It was Pam Burns, under a slide in a park when I was thirteen years old. Now, I didn't grab her, but I couldn't stop kissing her. I remember this over a half century later (my God, she's gotta be a grandmother now) and it was only a peck! Can you imagine a full blown groping experience at thirteen, or twelve, or TEN!

Times they are a changing. The snobbish men's club on Capitol Hill is about to get a heads up. Hillary represents all that is wrong with government. She is the end product of Gerald Ford’s pardon of Richard Nixon, where the standard was set that no matter what the plutocracy does, they always have a “get out of jail free” card, and good, Christian conservatives will put up with almost anything in order to end it, even letting Donald Trump lead Incitatus into the senate chamber! But, just  wait ‘till the kids grow up!

Pussy By Any Other Name is Still Just a Cat

THIS ARTICLE CONTAINS CONTENT THAT MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME READERS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

I had a dream last night. I dreamed I was on a bus. And the bus was glorious. And it was silver, and inlaid with gold, within and without, and I heard a voice call unto me, and the voice said, “Pssssssst!”

So I walked up to the voice, and I said, “What?” And the voice got holy, and powerful, and resounded-duh.

And the voice said, “Now, I'm gonna tell you about pussy!”

“Back in the day your government declared a war on poverty. Now forty percent of your nation is on food stamps. Then, it declared a war on drugs. Now you got the cartels. Bigger than IBM. Bigger than ATT. Production lines better than Apple Computer, more potent than Johnson and Johnson . . . can I have an amen?”

“ Now, pussy has been brought out of the back of the bus, and  your government has declared a war on pussy. Heretofore America had forgotten pussy, swept it under the rug, but now, pussy is in every mind, on every lip. If we can expect the same result as before, your government will expand this war on pussy. Indeed, the groundwork has been prepared with gay marriage, transgender restrooms, and sex education in elementary schools. You will see a concentrated effort to eradicate pussy.

If we have learned anything it's when the government tries to fix something it costs too much, and in the end the problem grows exponentially. If the government model holds true in  short order the nation will be overflowing with pussy, and men will not be judged by the content of their character, but by pussy,  and all, except those paying child support, will cry, “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God pussy is free at last! Give me an amen, and pass the love offering!”

See how absolutely silly this is. For days now I've been snake amazed at the democrats trying to milk this so-called “scandal” for all it’s worth. We have seen a homosexual grill Donald Trump on this during the last debate while Bill Clinton stares at his victims in the audience. Michelle Obama almost in tears, saying she was so offended that she couldn't quit thinking about it. Funny, she wasn't offended by the last rappers in the White House.

And Hillary! Don't get me started. CAUGHT! Caught deleting emails, government property. Goes on and on about Trump’s tax returns while she has a foundation formed in CANADA that launders money better than Al Capone, sold favors while she was Secretary of State, and the democrats are STILL waving her around like Betsy Ross.

Last year I wrote a piece called “America Lost!” I need to edit it and call it America GONE! Do you realize that around fifty percent of the voters in America think Hillary Clinton is a viable candidate? She brags about her successful nuclear deal with Russia. Putin KEPT his word, Hillary lied, and he called her a liar. Wanna know what the whole Syrian thing is really about? For weeks the Dems have been hammering that nail about Trump being unstable. Now, as usual, they wave the specter of WWIII at us with “stable” Hillary at the helm.

This ain't gonna work. There isn't enough room in the stadiums to hold all,the Trump supporters, and the democrats can’t dig up enough dead voters to steal the election. So please, get out and vote! Make America great again. We can all worry about “pussy” later!

Lyin' Flyin' Ryan

Flyin’ Lyin’ and Ryan. Y'all must understand that I'm still figuring out this politics thing. When I came upon  “Nookiegate” I took my usual Texas slant and dismissed it, but when Paul Ryan did his little maneuver I tried to understand that he was just trying to salvage the republican majority. Well, Paul Ryan is a lying sack of crap. Am I being vague here? Now this is complicated, but I'm going to lay it out for you.

The republican establishment has never liked Donald Trump. They fought him tooth and nail as he kicked and clawed his way to the nomination. Ryan hid in a bathroom until he reluctantly endorsed the OVERWHELMING candidate, and then did nothing else. All the while, he, and that rat pack that defected yesterday schemed and planned what to do about Donald Trump. They were willing to throw the entire election over to Hillary, but Donald Trump must go!

I'll admit that after watching the polls over the weekend I thought Trump had been dealt a death blow. Then I dug a little deeper and looked at the numbers. First off there’s always the question of who “won” the debate. Now, debates ain't like a boxing match. You know, where one guy is on the mat, sucking snot, and the other is dancing around. Debates are subjective. With both parties still standing at the end the crowd will always believe THEIR guy won. I mean, he's still standing, isn't he?

CNN had the audacity to admit their poll was primarily democrats. The touted those numbers constantly, oh that and the little clip where Trump says he's gonna put Hillary in jail, they were proud of that too. Hillary stood there, swatting flies, and leaning on her chair, and Bill tried to avoid looking at the ladies he'd assaulted. What has fueled the Trump Train is the fact that us “deplorables” are fed up. I was genuinely concerned with the women voters, but as I took my own poll, read comments, and considered, I began to see that the image of those abused women sitting there at the debate spoke louder than all the locker room jokes on that bus ever could. Women are fed up, too!

Now, let's go back. The republican establishment has never supported Donald Trump. Trump has used them for what they're good for, but his entire “put togethers” has been the fact that he's not beholden to anyone except the American people, and Paul Ryan can't stand that. See the hypocrisy here? Isn't the speaker of the house supposed to be obliged to the American people, too? I'm confused. Scott Binsack isn't confused

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It seems that Ryan was somewhere mixed up in the release of Nookiegate. In a two prong attack he tried to derail the Trump Train, and keep his political machine in working order even if it means working with President Hillary Clinton. Trump has began to recover. People are seeing through the farce and marching steadily toward November 8.

I am learning this game. What I'm seeing is these RINOs are NOT representative of anything except their own interests. It doesn't matter is there's a little “r” behind their name, they're just a bunch of high flyin’ Ryans with a little “d” hid off somewhere. When Paul Ryan pulled his little stunt yesterday he played right into Donald Trump’s hands, exposing himself for why he really was, and effectively finalizing the divorce between the American People and the Republican Party.  Kinda like the garbage taking itself to the road.