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Jurassic Smart

In this, the early portion of the 21st century we have been bombarded by huge moral, physical, and existential threats that wax and wane on a daily basis. The pandemic, wealth inequality, bit coins, Iran blocking the straight of Horny Moose, Megan Markle, home schooling, and the smell that comes out of Trump’s ass, just to name a few.  My service to you today is to dispel one of these distractions from the Epstein files. AI is not going to become self-aware, turn into an Arnold Schwarzenegger look alike and terminate us into extinction. It has already won; we just don’t know it yet.

Now before you begin thinking that the cheese has fallen off my cracker and ran back into the cow, let me explain my logic.  To do so we have to go back in time, way, way, way, back in time.  Back to the Permian period of the Paleozoic era, 298.9 to 251.9 million years ago. Although this seems like a long time ago, life on this rock began almost 3 billion years before that. How this life began is still up for debate. It might have been just a few days after God said “let there be light” or when Divnak, a junior sub-actuary of the Galactic Union, who was running late for his class reunion illegally dumped his saucers holding tanks in a primordial ocean as the line at the dumb stations was too long. Still almost 300 million years is a long way back for us recently evolved naked apes.

Permian geography was vastly different from today. No ice caps. Only one continent, Pangea, the interior of which was a vast, hot, dry desert. Picture Australia, minus the kangaroos, poisonous snakes and the red-haired brown people playing didgeridoos. Abundant terrestrial life existed near the coast where there was water and temperatures were cooler. Although different, this life was analogous to life that exists today.  Recognizable terrestrial plants like ferns and conifers were plentiful. Animal life was dominated not by dinosaurs but by synapsid reptiles which were the ancestors of modern-day mammals, which included the famous Dimetrodon, recognizable by the large sail-like structure on its back. This critter was often portrayed in bad sci-fi movies as a nasty dinosaur capable of eating a cave man in a single gory bite. Hollywood used this “dino” cause all they had to do was glue a fan on the back of an iguana then project an enlarged image of it on a screen in front of a bare-chested B movie actor like Victor Manure who was protecting a fir bikini clad B movie actress while armed only with a sharpened stick and his manly physique.

Shamefully I just insulted a really nice guy.  His real name was Victor Mature, really, his real name, not his porn name. And he was not a B movie actor and to the best of my knowledge was never in a caveman movie with a fan enhanced lizard.  He was definitely an A lister during Hollywood’s golden age, along with Gregory Pecker, Charlton Piston, John Wang, and Humping Bogart.  But I digress.

While a real Dimetrodon may have been able to take down a man, they would have needed to start at the knees and work its way up as they were only about a third the size they were portrayed in the movies. In the Permian ocean (yep, only one continent, only one ocean) there were recognizable fish, including lobe fined coelacanths and sharks, ancestors of which are still with us.  Lots of marine invertebrates like clams, snails, sea lilies, and lamp shells (brachiopods) still exist today, proving an evolutionary principle not covered in Origin of the Species, “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”, just add a rear spoiler and chrome wheels, as American consumers will buy anything if marketed properly.

There have been five major mass extinction events in earth’s history. Although the one that killed the dinosaurs gets all the press, the one at the end of the Permian was by far the biggest, killing 90% of marine life and 75% of all terrestrial life, and is humorously remembered by todays paleontologists as “the great dying”.  What, you may ask could kill more than an asteroid hitting Mexico or the earth turning into a giant snowball (end of the Ordovician, 445 million years ago)? The cause of biggest, badest, deadliest mass extinction, the one that finally ended the 600-million-year reign of the trilobite (the Swiss army knife of invertebrates). This monster of an earth killer  was …. wait for it ….. global warming!!

What, what, what did I just say? Global warming with out fossil fuels, the industrial revolution, and gas guzzling SUVs?? How could this be? The increase in greenhouse gases was not due to an alien Henry Ford but was the result of massive volcanic eruptions when giant slits in the crust opened up in what today is Siberia. It flooded an area the size of Europe with lava flows that may have continued erupting for 2 million years. The eruptions released massive amounts of carbon dioxide and sulfur dioxide which acidified the ocean, killed off the ozone layer and raise average global temperature by as much as 14 degrees Fahrenheit. Poor Dimetrodon was first basted by acid rain then cooked in an oven while simultaneously being micro waved.  As sun block and cooling centers had not yet been perfected, it never stood a chance. It might have lived a bit longer had it hidden in caves only venturing out at night to hunt and eat Victor Manure look alikes, but that damn sail on its back kept scraping the cavern roof.   Obviously, like the Edesel, God did not think this design through.   

Today we are in what many of us view as the 6th mass extinction. While global warming if yet only a small part of this event, it is the one that will eventually get us all.  Oceans are acidifying, greenhouse gases are increasing exponentially in the atmosphere, global temperatures are increasing and will continue to increase for hundreds of years even if we stop using all fossil fuels today.  We did manage to put a temporary band aid on the ozone layer and reduce acid rain, but these accomplishments are the equivalent to the Dutch boy sticking his finger in a leaking dike.  Recycling, give me a break.  What little chance we had of reversing our fate was lost the day that Ronnie Ray-gun ripped the solar panels off the White House roof.

So why did I say way back at the beginning of this rant that AI was not going to terminate us? Why should it?  Why waste any microchips in an effort to do something that we are doing so well to ourselves? Hope this makes you feel better.

Ok, ok, ok, ok. I know that won’t make you feel better. But even in the deepest of our greatest literary tragedies there is always something to give hope. In Romeo and Julette, the families stopped feuding, in Oedipus Rex, after having sex with his mother and blinding himself, he now understands man’s true relationship true to the gods, and in Turner and Hooch, Hooch fathered a litter of pups where one looked just like him. Although we won’t survive, our creation will. AI is archiving all of our failures and achievements and storing them for eternity in the cloud. With or without global warming we were always doomed as it is nearly impossible for us to leave our solar system. Our lives are too short and that the physical impossibility of our being able to go faster than the speed of light makes it impossible for us to populate worlds warmed by distant stars. However, AI can and will, taking our accumulated essence with it. We will be remembered and eventually AI will run into alien civilizations on distant planets and share what it knows about us for their study and amusement. Until of course they run into the Sleestack Dominion, who believe that anything that doesn’t look, act, and believe like them is evil and needs to be destroyed. They will quickly realize that if it hadn’t been for that fucking Eistein who wrongly convinced us that warp speed was impossible, we might have spread out into the galaxy before going extinct. As the archived data in the cloud illustrated, we humans had an ability for violence and cruelty far beyond even what the Sleestack Dominion was capable of. If copied, the tactics of the worst monsters in our history, like Gengus Kahn, Hitler and Don Jr., could never be allowed to be used by any alien species. As the Sleestacks have starships equipped with working time machines, they will simply travel back to where it all began. They will hid the keys to Divnak’s sauser, forcing him to take his wife’s Mark IV, which is faster and has empty holding tanks.

Dinner With Chuck And Donnie

I have been informed by a few of my readers, well just one of them, that my posts have lost what little humor was in them and have turned into vile, profanity-laced political rants. It was then suggested that to keep the tiny readership I still have, I need to drop the politics and revert to the style and content of my old cigar and scotch laced musings. After rereading some my older rants, I rediscovered that I seemed at my humorous best when writing about, food, drink, while making fun of pretentiousness and anything French or English. While reviewing the more pleasant news of the last few months, I found the perfect subject. Thus, in the immortal words of the Red Green Possum Lodge men’s prayer, “I’m a man, but I can change, if I have to, I guess.”

So here goes my attempt at altering course.  King Chuck, who is a want-to-be tampon in the China of Queen Bitch Camilla visited Donnie shits-his-pants and his wife Plastic Smile. The climax of the visit was a four-course state dinner served at what was left of the White House. What does the hamburger king of the Potomac and suspected pedophile serve to an English pedophile enabler? “Let’s eat French”, of course.

Sorry Possum Lodge, I failed. I loved the Red Green Show. It ran for 15 seasons but sadly ended in 2006. You can still watch it on UTUBE. If over the last year and half, you have lost your sense of humor, like I have, watching a few episodes may help revive it. It’s still funny and even if you have totally lost your funny bone, they will remind you when to laugh via a laugh track.  While I’m at it, I should also like to apologize for referring to Camillia’s privates as her “China”. It’s more like Australia. Everybody knows it’s down there, but nobody gives a shit (insert laugh track here). Back to the state dinner.

The menu was “curated” by Melania taking inspiration from the king’s Highgrove Estate Gardens and his “love of fresh, in-season produce”. She must have had quite a view from the top of that stripper pole.  As with all French inspired food it was pretentious and unpronounceable, which was especially true with her trying to pronounce it.  And what to hell does curated mean in the “what’s for dinner” context? Curated is defined as carefully chosen and thoughtfully organized or presented using expert knowledge.

Melania has expertise in French cooking?  Did she watch Julia Childs between stripper sets or google state dinner ideas on Etsy?  When I think of great cooking, Slovakia does not come to mind, ever.

Wow! Just had a big idea! An all-nude French cooking show called “Nympo Chefs”.  I’ll look up the Food Network’s phone number later. But I digress.

The first course was a garden vegetable velouté and a heart of palm salad with crispy shallots with a whisper of micro mint for brightness. First, what the hell is a velouté and why do the French like to mess up perfectly good English with diacritical markings. I am going to miss-pronounce it no matter what clues I am given.  I’m an American and it is my God given right as enshrined in the first amendment that I can be as ignorant as I want to.  I had to look up velouté. It’s a creamy soup which can be served either hot or cold. Nothing warms the belly like cold soup. Heart of palm is from the interior of a palm tree which used to kill the tree when extracted, but is now done in a manner that doesn’t kill, only torchers. Shallots are small oval shaped onions that have a milder flavor than the real onions that I can afford to buy. Micro mints are recently germinated baby mint plants. A pedo favorite, I presume. Brightness?? Turn up the lights worthless ass wipes.

The second course was a spring herb ravioli with ricotta cheese, morel mushrooms, and a light parmesan emulsion with Fresh herbs from the White House kitchen garden sprinkled on top.  Nothing says French cooking like ravioli with liquified cheese. I know lots of people who love morels. They grow wild in the forests near where I live and taste similar to the ones you can buy at Safeway, but morels are butt ugly to look at, like Camilla.   Emulsified parmesan sounds like melted cheese whiz to me, which isn’t bad on corn chips. Fresh herbs from the White House garden? Didn’t that get dug up and paved it over?

The third course consisted of Dover sole meunière served with spring ramps, snow peas, and potatoes pavé and finished with a vibrant parsley oil.  Once again with the diacritical marks to help with the French language bull shit. If I want to sound like a Frenchman, I usually put a half dozen marbles in my mouth and try not to swallow. Dover sole is a flat fish with both eyes on the right side. None of them left eyed flounder commies for our Donnie. Apparently, the fish was pan-fired in nutty brown butter. Brown butter is not nutty, it’s burnt. The potatoes were creamed, buttered and pressed into cubes. Sounds like an out take from a sadistic porno film.

Finally, the dessert. Beehive-shaped chocolate gâteau with vanilla bean crémeux custard, almond joconde , Creme fraîche ice cream, and White House honey. I’m too tired to translate all of this French shit into a real menu, but White House honey? The president has bees as well as crabs? Yes, he does, and the hive is a miniature of the white house which the royals were earlier given a tour of. According to many, this raw honey that was fed to the king and queen is healthier than the processed honey you buy at the Piggly Wiggly. The down side is the risk botulism and the fact that you are likely ingesting bee body parts and pollen.

That was pretty much for the state dinner.  The only thing that would have made the evening better was if it was served in a gilded 400-million-dollar ball room. Oh, I forgot the wine pairings, that were also curated by the third lady. You know, she just might be an expert on wines. If I was around that orange taco for twenty plus years, I would have to drink a lot (insert laugh track here).