American author of novels and other books. Friend to imaginary people. USAF Vet, home at Caribbean Sea and in the Italian Alps. Love the moon and stars.
Wow…
The Henry Nowak Story continues to get worse…
The U.K. police wanted to censor their conduct as ‘online misinformation’ and were demanding that they continue to label Henry as the ‘aggressor’
If it wasn’t for X…the truth about Henry would be buried forever…
She wasn’t supposed to be there.
Female journalists were banned from D-Day. Her own magazine gave the assignment to her husband — Ernest Hemingway.
But Martha Gellhorn didn’t wait for permission.
On June 6, 1944, she bluffed her way onto a hospital ship, locked herself in the bathroom until it sailed, then helped carry wounded soldiers ashore at Omaha Beach — one of the only civilians, and the only woman correspondent, to do so in those first brutal hours.
When the military arrested her, revoked her credentials, and tried to sideline her? She went AWOL in 48 hours and kept reporting anyway.
Battle of the Bulge. First into Dachau.
Wars on six continents for six decades.
Hemingway got the cover and the Nobel.
Martha got the truth — and refused to be anyone’s footnote.
“I followed the war wherever I could reach it.”
Real courage doesn’t ask for an invitation.
The Somerset Farmhouse of 1 North Street, Williton were approached by a "food influencer" that wanted to charge them £2,000 for a review.
They put out a video of Sally eating a sausage roll instead 😆.
Lets make Sally and the Somerset Farmhouse famous for free.
@DevanaUkraine A week before the Ukraine war began, Ukraine was considered the most corrupt nation in Europe.
Zelensky proved that consideration to be correct.
@DavidVance Agreed. Everyone in any major city needs some device (maybe not a skateboard) ... perhaps a walking stick, mace or, where permitted, a concealed firearm.
David Bowie sang that the world is “Full of folk who don't know me.” I suppose that could be said about all of us. Full of folk who don’t know me. They don’t really know me at that well. And I suppose it’s only logical to presume that if folks don’t know me, I also do not know them. Not any of you, really. I don’t know if deep inside you are kind or hateful. Meek or bold. Caring or cold. Perhaps I don’t know if you like beer or do you like wine, or perhaps neither… or both. I don’t know if I paint a picture of a sunset will you see the sunset, or will you just see the picture. I don’t know if I love you will you love me back. If I hate you will you hate me back. Or if I hate you will you love me still. So much unknown.
I do not know if you have climbed mountains or sailed on the open seas, despite what you might claim online. There’s no way for you to know if I’ve sat on the shores of the Caribbean and felt like I could touch the sky. Or if I’ve sat on the shores of the Caribbean with tears of loneliness running down my face. You certainly could not know that I may have aspired to be more than I could ever possibly be or that I might have flown too close to the sun. You do not know that I could be old and tired but somehow still believe that I am young enough to conquer what lies ahead of me. Or perhaps not. Not really knowing those things about other people has been a truth since the beginning of time. We don’t really know each other all that well, do we?
A strange thing happened a decade or two ago and the not knowing shifted to another level. The internet came to life. Suddenly, we didn’t even know if the person who claimed to be the woman in the picture who was sitting near the lake with her son, was actually who she claimed to be. It was possible that she was a fat man in need of a shave, sitting behind his computer in his underwear and scratching himself while chain smoking cigarettes and slamming down a mega caffeine drink. In our ever changing world we have evolved from not really knowing the folks we were talking to, to not even knowing if they were actually the folks they claimed to be.
Enter the next level. Today we do not know if the people we are communicating with are actually people. Our technology has taken us from not really knowing people we are chatting with, to AI creating fake people to enter our lives to gather information about us. It’s all rather bizarre and a bit overwhelming to transition from people being frauds to being machines that are even better frauds. But do you want to know the scary part?
AI will be the first folks to really get to know us.
Short of becoming a hermit, there’s no getting around it. The AI generated folks will know how to stroke our egos and how to provoke us. They’ll know how to touch our hearts and how to break our hearts. They’ll know how we think and will know how we will react to their interactions with us. In a strange twist of fate, the first folks who really get to know us will not be folks at all.
In some other words from the late, great David Bowie,
“I took a walk to ease my mind, to find out what is gnawing at me.”
Strange days indeed.
@TheBestqueenx Many years ago I was a boxer in the USAF. I recall more than once going to a small town or another military base for a fight and having difficulties trying to convince my opponents that it was just a game and that we were not actual enemies. Enjoy the game of life. It's short.