Via Job’s Anger.
A city boy will never learn everything a country boy knows by instinct. A country boy will learn everything a city boy knows in six months.–Bennett Cerf
Just lie back on the couch. Let your thoughts roam free. Let your digital Candy Crusher tell the good doctor all about yourself . . . .
His (Ted Cruz’s–ed.) “Cruz Crew” mobile app is designed to gather detailed information from its users’ phones — tracking their physical movements and mining the names and contact information for friends who might want nothing to do with his campaign.
That information and more is then fed into a vast database containing details about nearly every adult in the United States to build psychological profiles that target individual voters with uncanny accuracy.
Cruz’s sophisticated analytics operation was heralded as key to his victory in Iowa earlier this month — the first proof, his campaign said, that the system has the potential to power him to the nomination.
You have been assimilated.
Your smartphone is not your friend. It is your enemy, a tool of its corporate masters. Use it with caution.
Before you install an app, look at the permissions it requests. If they appear hinky in any way, don’t install that app.
And what the hell is the deal with Candy Crush anyway?
Chess Checkers it’s not.
I gather that some old white men are clutching their pearls while having the vapors over the Super Bowl half-time show, sort of like the lady in the Masterpiece Mystery theme.
They should grow up already.
(Video below the fold in case it autoplays.)
Peter St. Onge describes the travails of one victim of the Republican gut-out-the-vote movement. It defies summary or excerpt.
Warning: Long (You can bookmark the source); also, language.
It is certainly not true that bullies never prosper–they prosper every day in many ways–but it is true that occasionally a bully gets his comeuppance.
Chris Christie is going home to further mismanage New Jersey. And he did do the country a favor along the way.
And, in other news of Munchkins, Fiorina is finished. She almost ran Hewlett-Packard into the ground, but fortunately she won’t get a chance to do the same to the country. (Never mind what I wrote originally. She deserved it, but it, like she, was beneath the mediocre tone I attempt to set in these electrons.)
A bit better:
The four-week average of claims, a less-volatile measure than the weekly figure, fell to 281,250 from 284,750 in the prior week.
The number of people continuing to receive jobless benefits dropped by 21,000 to 2.24 million in the week ended Jan. 30. The unemployment rate among people eligible for benefits fell to 1.6 percent from 1.7 percent.
Still unanswered is the question, in what flea market does Bloomberg find its “experts”?
Cleanliness is next to politeness.
Last weekend, a Greenfield man was cleaning a handgun when its slide jammed and fired, police said. About a week earlier, a Spring Lake resident was talking with a younger relative about firearms when his gun went off. He thought the gun’s chamber had been emptied when he picked it up to clean it and the device accidentally fired, police said.
And more guns that fire themselves . . . .
The stupid. It burns.
Now, about those intelligence tests for buying guns . . . .
And so slowly descends the curtain on the latest iteration of white privilege performance theatre, performed by those who proclaim themselves patriots of the country which they betray.
No self-awareness. No self-awareness whatsoever.