When some black-clad edgelord says we live in a simulation. I ask ‘of what?’

Is it COVID that has prompted this denial of reality? I don’t think it helped.

I think the simulation theorists are suffering the same malaise as what has lead to wokeness. They’ve been sitting comfortably for far too long.

As soon as things start going ‘wrong’ in society, such as the recession of 2008, or Brexit, or Trump, and recently COVID, you see the comments; We’re in a simulation.

Why was this sentiment never expressed before the Matrix films? When did the simulation begin? How do we know we’re in one? How much computng power is required? Who is running it?

if you believe in this, why not believe in God? After all, you can’t look outside the simulation to find the answers, why not just chalk it up as God did it? If the natural world is all in a simulation, the creator of that simulation is by our definition, supernatural.

The simulation theory begets more questions than it answers. Is the simulation one of many nested in a recurring sequence, like seeing yourself in a corridor of mirrors, but unable to tell if you are the real one. In the sequence of historical events, was it activated from a particular one, say 9/11? If so, why?

Just like with New Age beliefs, the simulation advocates mangle physics to support their theory. With the New Agers it’s quantum mechanics and exploiting quantum phenomena to justify the near-impossible (or as Nobel-prize winner Murray Gell-Man called their interpretation, quantum flapdoodle).
With the sims it’s the Holographic principle. Unfortunately, they refer to it without having any idea what it means; It relates to spatial dimensions within physics, and has nothing to do with The Matrix. Pointing to a possible multiverse isn’t helpful either. Why does a multiverse or multiple universes occupying time and space prove we live in a computer?

Returning to Sars-Cov 2, the upheaval it caused was not unprecedented in history, as the second world war happened, as did the Cold War. You can look at the influenza pandemic of 1918-1921 to see real upheaval.
As a child I lived under a far greater danger than Covid or the one Putin presents. In the early eighties, the Soviet Union had an estimated 3 gigatons-worth of nuclear firepower aimed at Britain alone. Had that kicked off, would the simulation reset, or continue into simulating a dull post-apocalyptic wasteland?

Buzzwords like the ‘new normal’ have helped fuel this paranoia though, and the general mistrust created by governments and denial of evidence around the lab leak theory, as well as poor trial methodology in labs testing vaccine efficacy (published by the BMJ and then denied or fact check by the BBC and Facebook) have shaken some people out of their endless consumerist sleepwalking.

History hasn’t finished. We are still in the world where stuff happens. Liberal democracy is evidently not the last word. This rippling across the fabric of society used to happen all the time throughout human history. The difference now is technology has allowed a much more heightened sensitivity.

This is not the new normal. Upheaval is normal. The last 30 years is abnormal, but only in the West. Strife has continued and wars waged throughout the nineties, and in Europe. Isn’t it telling how useless our media have become when they wring their hands and say the conflict in Ukraine is the first war on European soil since 1945.
What happened in the former Yugoslavia in the 1990s?

Again, failings of institutions and their corruption have not exactly bred trust in the ‘reality’ presented to us. Conspiracies are rampant (some are useful), but we are not in the Matrix.

If we were, and a few people noticed, wouldn’t the programmer/s simply reset our memories? The media may try to do this with convenient omissions and forgetfulness, but a lot is down to incompetence, although during COVID, there was a lot of malice in the form of arrogance and hypocrisy, that sort of behaviour by the ruling class – politicians, media and academics – has sometimes led to revolution in the past.

If a revolution did occur in one of the Anglophone nations with strict regulations on COVID and Carbon emissions, would the sim advocates say it is programmed, or join in?

Given their complacency and disbelief in the ongoing upheavals of history, my guess is that they’d hide under the bed and say there’s no place like home.

futurism.com

Nominated by Cuntamus Prime

 
I am constantly being told that it was much cheaper in relative terms to buy a first property in my youth than it is today. I refute this. I had no silver spoon, no money from parents, nothing.

My first flat cost £16K in 1981. 4 times my salary with 10% deposit. As I write this, the cheapest 1-bed flat in my area today is £130K with 10% deposit. That remains about 4 times the average wage. So what has changed?

I’m not saying it is easy for them but I was prepared to scrimp and save enough for a deposit. I don’t think this generation is. They refuse to go without holidays abroad, designer clothes, flash cars and socialising. The phase cake and eat it springs to mind.

The article I have linked to insists that property prices have gone up in proportion to salaries. My example above suggests otherwise but even if this is true living costs have gone down, especially food. Also, interest rates were much higher in the 80s. And the problem of jumping on the housing market is not recent, it goes back beyond the pandemic when they were virtually zero. They were moaning then.

A young couple I know tell me I had it easy back in the day, houses were virtually given away. They are surprised to learn I had to move 30+ miles away to get a start as the cheapest property in the area in which I was born and bred was 8 times my wage and unaffordable. The first mistake they make is to look at prices back then and think “that’s nothing” not realising we were earning a pittance. Their 2nd mistake is to scorn any notion of saving. Putting away even £100 a week would amount to a deposit on my above example within a few years, especially now with prices dropping. Give up Just Eat deliveries, costa coffees and the odd night out, buy good quality 2nd-hand clothes from charity shops and take staycations. Make just a few sacrifices and you’d be surprised at what you can achieve.

However, the MSM encourages people to wallow in self-pity, to create victims whilst upholding the myth that previous generations never had it so good. And this generation laps it all up.

Or do ISACers think I’m being too harsh? What do you think?

Sky news

Nominated by Lord Helpus.

 
It’s amazing how many businesses there are out there who ‘care’ about us. They’re really, really concerned about meeting the needs of the customer; that’s you and me. We know this for a fact because they constantly tell us so. Our satisfaction is their prime motivator.

You see it all the time in their company letterheads and logos, in their advertising, and on their vehicles. You see it in the pictures of their smiling telephone sales staff just dying to take your call, while you listen to their repeated message about how ‘your call is important to us’ as you wait on the line for 45 minutes desperate to get through to an actual human being. They demonstrate it when you arrange for a visit for 9am to look at your boiler, then they turn up at 2pm if you’re lucky. If not, you end up having to waste more time waiting in.

They’re sooooo anxious to give you the best possible deal. Take my car insurance company for example. My renewal quote came yesterday, in an envelope prominently marked ‘the insurance people who care’. They care so much that they’ve hiked my premium by a mere 34.5%, with a new ‘broker admin fee’ of £10 thrown in for good measure.

It’s all about looking after us, you see, putting our interests above all else. The bottom line means nothing to them, because they really do ‘care’.

Yeah right.

google

Nominated by Ron Knee.

I’m writing this in early August. I’m currently on holiday in Norfolk and suffering the effects of ‘global boiling’. In other words it’s 13C outside and it’s pissing down with rain. I need something to cheer me up.

But hold on, here’s a story to lighten my mood. It’s news from the Charles Darwin Institutue for Suicidal Stupidity. Today’s prizewinner is one Zhanna Samsonova, a vegan ‘social media influencer’ who extols the benefits of a fruit-only diet to her millions of brain-dead followers. Or rather she did, because the Russky mental has just croaked from a cholera-type infection brought on by malnutrition and exhaustion. At the age of 39.

Fortunately Zhanna’s passing will not be in vain, because many of her followers refuse to believe her death is a result of her frugivore (look it up) diet. Happily, therefore, we can look forward to many more vegans carrying on as before and winning Darwin awards in future.

And well I never, it’s just stopped raining.

Mirror

Nominated by Goerdie Twatt.

And in the spirit of a Darwinian cunting more from Sam Beau Below.

GT, you beat me to it!

However, I would like UN-cunt this nom.
Why? –

Because, as GT points out in his magnificent cunting, the cretin voluntarily removed herself (and hopefully other `followers`) from the human gene pool so as not to contaminate the rest of our collective DNA. As did the `daredevil` fuckwit xxx who also recently embedded himself in the ground after falling some 68 stories off a building in China …

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Eating out is, or should be, a simple pleasure in life. However, due to the fact that most people are inconsiderate, disrespectful, rude, loud, obnoxious and entitled cunts these days, the dining experience can be ruined in so many ways.

To increase the chances of an enjoyable meal out, Mrs. Yank and I often go to eateries at non-peak times. The potential benefits are plenty, mainly down to there being far fewer diners. Fewer diners means less noise, a good chance of no bastard scum kids ruining everything, kitchen not backed up so faster service and better, more attentive service from the wait staff. Ahhh bliss.

Even when the eating out gods are smiling upon thee, we still have the moronic and logic defying seating assignments perpetrated by the thick-as-pig-shit host or hostess. That individual often being the vacant teenager who welcomes you at the front door of the establishment. So what’s their crime? Read on.

Actual example from last Saturday. We enter the restaurant mid afternoon and joy to behold, it’s big inside and practically empty. Two, maybe three other tables at most. We’re shown to a booth. But wait, there are 3 in a row and one on the end is occupied by an elderly couple. Don’t sit us next to them FFS! Success! We’re shown to the booth at the opposite end. We settle in, get some drinks and order. Then a large group shows up at the hostess station. Uh oh, they’re coming this way. Too many for the empty booth between us and the elderly couple. Keep going, walk on by. But no. The hostess parks these cunts at a large table right next to where we’re sitting. WHY, FFS? Just WHY?

I could count more than a dozen other large tables well away from us and all unoccupied, so why plant these loud, obnoxious cunts right next to us? What the fuck is wrong with you, you cunt? Then predictably, some fat tart friend who obviously used to be a public address system in a previous life waddles over to this table and starts yammering on about fuck knows what. Being a Yank it’s done at a volume which involves us and most of Canada.

Another meal out ruined. Un-fucking-believable.

Nominated by Imitation Yank.