(— Here’s the situation: These are the final years before unavoidable Armageddon, and whoever is president won’t make any difference. World-wide destruction is inevitable at this point, the time stream is going over a water fall with jagged boulders at the bottom. The president-entity is a placeholder for whomever in the far future chooses to occupy it for a quantum-energized, singularity thrill.
It’s a carnival ride for the entertainment of an advanced civilization of decadents with no empathy for humans in the 21st century. Past events assemble themselves in logical sequence to accommodate the personality of the ticket holder. So “Trump” is actually a bored obnoxious dude in, say the 210th century whose personality blends in with the fictional circumstances of his avatar, now, in this time. We are experiencing him now in all his gory glory, but when the ride ends someone else will take his place, and everything loops back around, with variations; and over and over.
Here at the end of the world, before things go kablooey and stay that way for a long time, we are clueless supporting automatons that play our roles for the entertainment of temporal tourists asalwaysand foreverforeverforever. —)
(— Here’s the situation: These are the final years before unavoidable Armageddon, and whoever is president won’t make any difference. World-wide destruction is inevitable at this point, the time stream is going over a water fall with jagged boulders at the bottom. The president-entity is a placeholder for whomever in the far future chooses to occupy it for a quantum-energized, singularity thrill.
It’s a carnival ride for the entertainment of an advanced civilization of decadents with no empathy for humans in the 21st century. Past events assemble themselves in logical sequence to accommodate the personality of the ticket holder. So “Trump” is actually a bored obnoxious dude in, say the 210th century whose personality blends in with the fictional circumstances of his avatar, now, in this time. We are experiencing him now in all his gory glory, but when the ride ends someone else will take his place, and everything loops back around, with variations; and over and over.
Here at the end of the world, before things go kablooey and stay that way for a long time, we are clueless supporting automatons that play our roles for the entertainment of temporal tourists asalwaysand foreverforeverforever. —)