Cuckoo Internet

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The internet I offered starting in 1970 could have saved us. It, had it been properly born, was the good internet: an ideal of data storage and communications. The internet we bought instead, is egregious: a substituted nestling, an example of nest parasitism from a kleptocracy crazier than any real cuckoo.

I already have a few illustrations scattered around here. I’ll repeat those and add others so that one comprehensive argument is in one place. For this moment though I’m going to say only one thing:
Every important bit of public domain text should have been hyper-published before a single graphic was added.
In the same vein, everyone should have had data reliably at sixty-four baud before anyone had data at one-twenty-eight. Everyone’s first request should have been satisfied before anyone could make a second.

Every graphic acknowledged to be significant should have been hyper-mounted before a single image of my-dog, or my-parrot, my-girl, or my-navel went on-line. We had the amazing chance to repeat Caxton’s privilege in deciding what got published first. I think Caxton made great choices. What did we do? The first ten things up should have been somebody’s idea of the ten greatest books, or at least chapters or pages. Then the hundred greatest. Then the thousand greatest. … Videos of the ten best movies ever made (according to anyone who’s ever made such a list) should have been published and released before any teen slash movie (not so nominated) got taped.

Please understand: I do not believe in coercion. I am not saying anyone should be forced to do these things or prevented by force from violating this or that principle. I’m saying this is the behavior I recommend. (And if I can’t have it, I pray for a God who’d get me the hell out of here.)

The Bible, Shakespeare, DW Griffith … classics should get coded first. A good concordance to the Bible should precede the public’s privilege in knowing the inventory of the local WalMart. If the Bible is important, then a good concordance to the Koran should also precede any current news from Reuters. If on the other hand, news is more important than myth, then all news should be told before any myth can be recounted. The poorest kid in Bangladesh should have right of way over the richest man in Palm Springs to get at those classics.

People who send junk mail disguised as personal mail should develop boils, fall on the ground, and have their bowels gush out. I admit that the distinction is not always easy. Steven King may regard some fan’s frantic attempts to gain his attention as a kind of junk mail. Still, that’s different from the obvious spam we’re all too familiar with.

And two: I gave the public a chance to pay for it voluntarily. Let the society be its own philanthropist. No taxes were involved. A truly voluntary bond, as it were.

Three: not to be underestimated: With FIX, few members of the public would have had to learn programming or computer operation. The FIX / FLEX staff would have had to have some competence at data storage and retrieval; but not the users of the service. You donations were to have paid for the software development, the time sharing on the main frame … We would have had good spreadsheet software, good relational data bases … years before Bill Gates first thought of Basic. By 1971 I had several proved programming geniuses — people who wrote FORTRAN — ready and willing to write great stuff: had I been able to pay them a pittance. They would have loved to work for FIX for a tenth what IBM had paid them (and they felt cheated blind by IBM!)

Note: it was a principle at FLEX that no one would earn more than a lower middle class salary. I projected $15,000 a year for myself and my family: no more. In 1970 that salary was extremely modest for one kept out of the marketplace till his thirties. And no FLEX employee would ever earn more than me. We should all agree to be … just well off; not rich. There’s something obscene about riches. What Christian could possibly admit to it? Every Christian should have transparent closets to prove that he’s not hoarding a second coat he should have given away.

2002 01 05 Last night I’m at I link to this story and that: basketball this and golf that. I finally follow a long ignored link to How Golf Clubs work at a site called How Stuff Works. The articles were long on the labeling of parts and very short on engineering and physics. Meantime, there was an ad with a girl in a bathing suit to the right of every page of the articles.
The public missed its chance to keep TV from advertising. It was never offered a chance. The government sold or gave away the public’s rights without the public ever having learned that it had any rights (therefore, it didn’t). But the internet became ad-ridden in the face of the public having been offered FIX! If I and my associates had been able to develop FIX / FLEX as designed, everyone would have gotten an ad; none of the ads would have blinking lights or be able to elbow any other ad aside. Browsers would seek the ads, not have them shoved in their face.
The first newspapers in the 18th-Century had no ads. Now every literate moron reads his “news” surrounded by refrigerators and cigarettes: thinking nothing of it. What would you think if you and your wife got into bed for a little hug, a little sleep, and some whore popped up between you to tell you how much better it would be down at the tavern?
Reminds me of a joke.

The priest says mass: very much as usual. Midway, he notices some funny little foreign guy in the congregation with curly sideburns and a yarmulke. Later, counting the take, he’s astonished to find a $1,000 bill dumped on the pile from the collection plates.
Next week the priest is saying mass. He notices the same funny foreigner. Sure enough, he later finds another $1,000 bill in the collection.
The third week he’s prepared. The church staff will be on alert. Catch a gander of the funny foreigner. Watch closely during the collection. Does he contribute? What does he put in? Is it the grand?
During mass the priest notices the now familiar stranger. He catches the hi-sign from the staff: Yep, the guy laid a grand in the plate. After the service the priest makes like a minister and heads for the exit, catch the congregation on the way out. He accosts and welcomes the stranger.
Hello, welcome to our church, to our celebration of our immortality through the sacrifice of Jesus Christ, our Lord. Etc., etc. The priest bends over backwards to say that the guy is welcome, that if he’d like instruction in the faith, it’s available, that getting baptized … blah blah … and makes sure to emphasize the main point: You’re welcome without any money, but we sure appreciate generosity.
The guy says Sure, it’s just a little something. Think nothing of it.
With the priest now relaxed, semi-comfortable with the guy, the priest asks what he can do for him, what he likes about the Roman Catholic service, etc.
I like all of it, the guy answers, One thing in particular: you know that part where you say,

And give us this day our daily bread?

Yes, yes, yes, the priest is so eager:
Well, that grand could be guaranteed weekly, could be more, could be more than double … if you could just add Levy’s.

(There are “Jewish” jokes told by Jews and other “Jewish” jokes told against Jews by non-Jews. (And then there are anti-Jewish jokes told by Jews to non-Jews, jockeying for favor.) It’s long seemed clear to me that the best of the Jewish jokes told by Jews to Jews come from the Jews: and I’m lucky enough to have heard a bunch. Who can be sure with anonymous stuff, but I believe that the Jews author the best satires about being commercially “practical” … I’m fairly sure it was David Levy who told me the above joke back in 1956 or 1957. Anyway, notice: the Jews are the least of what’s satirized in it.

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Seems to me that some modicum of honesty is requisite to intelligence. If we look in the mirror and see not kleptocrats but Christians, we’re still in the same old trouble.
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