|What kind of shit dickery is this? Anyway?
||[Oct. 26th, 2016|01:35 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
You mean dick shittery? Or maybe dip shittery? A lot of people mean that.
No, I mean this bidness about evil hackers turning our toasters agi'n' us. That is fucking hilarious. I'm not kidding here, people, I've been raving about this for fifteen years, at least. I'd say I was crying in the wilderness, but there is no wilderness to cry in, just a huge unenchanted forest of complete boobs.
This "Internet of Things" is not just a joke; it's fucking dangerous. Our civilization is going to immolate itself and only 0.01% of the population will know what's happening and (this is the hilarious part): only about 1% of the population is capable of understanding the situation if it was explained to them, which it won't be, of course. One percent, or less, of the population (maybe a lot less) have the technical where-with-all to even know what you're talking about when you speak of the "Internet of Things." About a tenth that many, if that, have any inkling of how ultimately utterly uncontrollable this phenomenon is, and a tenth, or less, of that group could ever hope to do anything about it if they did understand it.
Film at eleven. Hysterical laughter for all eternity after that.