NEWS

The news isn’t news and it’s not new. It’s all the same old BS, over and over again. I think it was Thoreau who said that when you’ve read one newspaper, you’ve read them all, or words to that effect. The news just cycles and repeats, just like history does.

What we should be hearing about is our interactions with those coming here from other planets, now that would be exciting. News of events on other planets, the new technology we’re gaining from them, our advances as a race of beings, who we share the galaxy with, that kind of stuff. And we would be if the people who have come to power on this planet were more interested in the future of humanity than they are in their own personal glory.

When it comes to that, we haven’t mentally evolved since the time many millennia ago that we worshiped them as gods. Now, instead of worshiping them, our leaders worship themselves and we’re all worse off for it.

If the growing technology in Europe in Rome and Greece had continued to flourish and evolve to this day, we would right now be colonizing planets orbiting around distant stars. Instead, we plundered our resources to wage war and repeatedly set humanity back hundreds of years every time we did it.

It’s said that technology only really advances through wars, and when it comes to developing better means to kill each other, this is true. But in peacetime is when the real advances come, and guess what? They’re driven by the market place. Cell phones, the Internet, microwaves etc. are all peacetime technology. Wars destroy far more than they create.

The only near-future hope I see for humanity is if we start a nuclear war and the aliens have to intercede to stop it, and make their presence too obvious to deny any longer because they have to take over control of the planet to keep us from destroying it and ourselves.

I don’t know, I’m just feeling kind of pissed off today after reading all the pointless jabber on Whatfinger that we’re being told is “News”. It’s not. It’s just the same old lying, misdirecting crap.