Weathermen

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OK, The Human Farm will not be finalized this year’s Christmas, but early next year. We decided to add another mind-blowing, final chapter! That, and the algorithms were stacked against us, and we are having troubles with Amazon that took down Shove Your Democracy Up Your Ass and The Empire of the Jews.

It will be exceedingly difficult to publish The Human Farm at all on this planet—in the paperback form, I mean. But don’t you worry, it can be done. There will also be an afterword on what is to be done. The page number went up from 220 to 260, too, so that is gorgeous!

Meanwhile, our institute is being targeted by A.I. on all fronts, and our news feeds are clogged with 4k culture and art videos. ↓

So where were we? Alright, we discussed the creators, the generals, and the historians of Creation. All those factions have traversed the Fifth Dimension. But there are also lesser factions on the Human Farm who despise work and want to stick it to the abused human cattle. [Don’t think about the pic, it is distracting. Focus!] I shall call the following piece about an extraordinary band of grifters the 'Complot of the Weathermen’.

Weathermen

The Weathermen are the scientists. Of course, we all could be predicting the future. Most of the time, however, we don’t have the means to do so. Besides, the masses of unsuspecting humans are too busy working and getting exploited. Frequently, our rulers are going to need to tell the proles, however, exactly how we’re gonna roll tomorrow and next week.

Functions in mathematics are a good way of predicting half of all natural phenomena—if a linear equation is involved, that is: We know that the sun goes up tomorrow, and we know exactly which hour it does, because it is all, well… a linear function in mathematics.

The weathermen do not think, they observe. The scientists do not think, they observe, test, then observe some more. They struggle in real life, because real life, as we said before, is man-made, not science-made. Real life, as most thinkers would tell you, is plagued by nonlinear functions. Nonlinear here means unpredictable or chaotic. It means that the tiniest fluctuation, say a school shooting, may uproot the entire town, or that by taking the wrong turn in early youth, Ted set himself up for lifelong failure. Famous people one day wake up and are famous, and they often can’t fully comprehend why that is and how this could happen, until they take an overdose and float dead in a bathtub. A sneeze on a public bus may lead another person to die—in far away China. Even the sun’s loss of a fraction of its heat could wipe out life in the star system.

As Mr. Nye, the Science Guy, would have said, life in the universe is relative, yet we mustn’t ignore the tax bill. Our rulers want a science-based life that is as predictable as income tax and the prosecutor’s office. That is why the Weathermen are never in charge of independent research but are the hired faces of the rulers of the world to tell everyone which way the wind blows.

This is often ignored in the public discourse and so we can’t stress this enough and must repeat it here: Scientists can’t explain life because it is not a science, anymore than weathermen are the weather. They are following a script!