Wonderful Matters

Yesterday Google's Veo 3 was introduced, and it must be cited as a red-letter day. Now everyone will be doing what Tim Challies wrote about on the very same day. There it is in a screenshot of his blog's home page. It is truly harrowing, really. "AI makes me doubt everything." He will not be the only one. We all will, all the time. Veo 3 has now, really, reached that final holy grail of AI-generated CGI video-audio-communication technology. You know what it is. Too few have been fearing it for many years now, but many of them have been sounding the alarm. I wrote a bit about it in my own webzine's home page piece back in 2008 , how a fully entrenched and mainstreamed materialist mentality would lead us to this kind of world. The lies simply don't matter anymore because it will be impossible to discern them. Well, with one very simple, very profound exception. But for now, that holy grail: To make "AI-generated" content that is indistinguishable from...

Thought I'd add a few more thoughts about my recent post and our visit to the "Magic Kingdom." I'd riffed a bit on the meaning of the whole Disney dominion and how it is merely part of the System's enslavement, as fun, exhilarating, and yes, enchanting it is to enjoy it all. First, I do get the idea of why so many have been so inured to an aversion in some measure to old white men. What is not more clearly understood are the key reasons why. The main one is that quite a few old white men do administer the monolithic Romanist hegemony many leftist-minded people despise. It is not hard to jump from that conception to one that indicts all  old white men , and this is indeed one of the reasons the whole racialist and sexualist agenda is so wicked. It is a gross violation of the Ninth Commandment against bearing false witness. (And why, by the way, the Vatican seems to be seriously considering a dark-skinned prelate for next pope, you know, so they can be seen as espe...

The other night I was out on my evening walk with a very nice John Jarvis tune streaming in my cranium. Passing by was a vehicle driven by a young man and sure enough, as I'm sure you've encountered, his music was hammering the environs and it was nothing but inharmonious bass and droning voices that sounded like they were coming from Hell. As I've shared many times before, I hurt for young people, young adults who are merely children in big-people bodies who've been raised by children in big-people bodies who themselves have been raised by products of the 60s most susceptible to the brilliant but wholly wicked designs against them by Rome's militant operatives employing the most sophisticated means of human sacrifice to do its work as Cain's Legacy. I know, I've taught them in a formal educational setting for some 35 years now. I still do, very likely now teaching their  children. Two pieces to share with you, might be worth reading. Todd Hayen wrote about ...