About Eeyore

Canadian artist and counter-jihad and freedom of speech activist as well as devout Schrödinger's catholic

2 Replies to “News Tuesday with Barry Webb”

  1. You said it yourself at fourteen minutes, Eeyore. I only wish you had made swift mincemeat mention of Greenpeace co-founder, Witch “Doctor” Patrick Moore. Moore on that later, as it were.

    First things first. Barry is a treasure. Full stop.

    Long ago I posted here with my praise of Webb’s analysis. Regardless, nowhere have I ever claimed to a Dark Continent expert (see note). All the same, by integrating the Saudi–Iran meghilla versus Turkey–Qatar–Ikhwan plus tiny widdle Suakin Island and that dammed Nile—water wars being the prime WWIII trigger from Tibet to Timbuktu—I’m dangling by my intellectual short-and-curlies, and liking it!. This snapped Africa’s congenital incoherence into laser focus and did so in just a few short minutes. Kudos, all!

    NOTE: — An old friend worked with Seymour Cray on the original supercomputers. Their team generally held that the root words of “expert” were tonal derivatives. Starting with “ex”, a has-been, and then “spurt”, a drip under pressure.

    It’s a sure bet this definition became currency at Cray after they witnessed whatever usual parade of “experts” traipse into their labs and try to tell them about supercomputers—a thing that Seymour invented.. For example, his Cray-1 was the first RAM-based mainframe, as opposed to using ANY high-latency magnetic core memory.

    I imagine the few consultants* who wandered in that knew diddlysquat anything remotely pertinent about emitter-coupled logic, III-Vs materials, rapid thermal dissipation-rate PCBs, ultra-stable frequency high power AC–AC generators, and vector-based full 64 bit, floating point calculations were simply regarded as new hires and immediately manacled to their workstations.

    I personally sat in front of Cray’s Lawrence Berkeley Rad Lab prototype—and just yesterday shook hands with a vet who worked on the Voyage probe (the only manmade object to depart our solar system), but that’s grist for another hyper-ironic tale.

    * — As Mark Twain (literally) swore, “The definition of a consultant: Someone who borrows, your watch, tells you the time and then charges you for the privilege.”

    Perhaps Barry Webb would care to confirm my friend’s roundabout nod-and-a-wink when I mentioned a passage in one of Tom Clancy’s original classics. It dealt with how, “the NSA has rooms full of Cray’s”. While the old raconteur didn’t specify about XMP models and such, the gist of “given enough time, uninterrupted electricity, maintenance and programmers, this group can crack any code on earth. was crystal clear.

    The only issue which remains unspoken is how some ciphers are so complex (e.g., there’s risk of decrypted data being stale at point of delivery) that, like Enigma, only computational analysis has any hope of decoding it. This is the reason for all of my hoo-hah about quantum computing. Theoretically, a Qubit system could look through Enigma like a quartz IR feedthrough window.

    This same pal was typing in real-time, spy satellite course corrections from Sunnyvale’s Blue Cube while working next-door on the Cray II supersonic wind tunnel (it could model all aerodynamic surfaces of a B-52), and later working at CERN so, I’ll go out on a limb here and give him any benefit of the doubt.

    My Cosmic Trowel of Irony insists that mention be made of how I personally witnessed the Cray III—never marketed due to Seymour’s killing—being assembled in the old INMOS site at Colorado Springs where I had installed a dry-chemical, plasma aluminum etcher over a dozen years earlier.

    So, where were we?

    Barry = Treasure? … Check!

    Water poverty triggering WWIII? … Check

    Kudos all? … Check!

    Head-Crayning high-tech tales? … Cheque, please?

    Mention how “Khartoum government” sounds like ‘cartoon government’? … Check!

    Witch Doctor Moore? … Locked and loaded.

    I’m going weapons-grade Alex Jone’s on y’all and assigning partial blame for the 9-11 Atrocity on that rat-bastard, Patrick Moore. If America had maintained an uninterrupted build-out of its nuclear energy program—as I’ve been saying elsewhere for many years—right about now we could be telling Saudi Arabia and the MME (Muslim Middle East) to, “Drink oil and pound eat sand!”.

    Instead, Patrick Moore enriched and enabled the West’s most violent foes with countless trillions of dollars that we might have spent with infinitely greater wisdom. Moore intentionally, purposefully, and with malice aforethought, knowingly conspired to conflate nuclear energy with nuclear weapons in the public’s mind, while fomenting voter hysteria over Sagan’s fraud of nuclear winter.

    Moore’s is treason on the scale of a Crime Against Humanity. Full stop.

    Even now, I maintain that a simple cutting of this oil umbilicus would impoverish the global supply of un-inventive, lazy, counterproductive terrorists. Imagine just how swiftly Islam’s elites would pull up the ladders when the Ghawar fields became redundant. Just the IRGC alone would Hoover up a gazillion clams at even a hint of peak oil.

    This represents an inversion of the usual two-fer that evolves out of a decapitating strike. In that, not only does the primero baddie take a dirt nap, but his young bucks engage in vigorous, fratricidal competition for the throne. Talk about a “win–win”! In this particular case, it’s more a situation of making wealth scare enough to where hyper-corrupt Muslim “leaders” forget that the word “zakat” ever even existed.

    That’s why liquidation of the ummah’s top clerical, scholastic, financial, and political echelons is nose-and-nose with that petrol cord-ectomy. Hollow out the top, scare all gray capital into its Swiss numbered accounts, and let these inbred retards fend for themselves.

    Did I leave anything out?

    PS: Eeyore, you acquitted yourself admirably by departing the field on a note of French cathedrals. The Notre Dame Atrocity was the ne plus ultra of sneak previews of what’s to come for all Western art treasures. Full stop.

    • The Notre Dame Atrocity was the ne plus ultra of sneak previews of what’s to come for all Western art treasures.

      If any of you know people with enough money to put into art work I predict that there will be a lot of privately owned art offered at fire sale prices as people start scrambling for money to get out of Dodge.