After a decade of resistance, I caved in an made my coming out on Facebook. A major outage occurred within the hour. I find this such an awkward coincidence. I caught myself innocently feeling guilty. Not for personal reasons as I have noting to do with the outage, but because guilt is ingrained in our culture. So is innocence.
I searched the Internet hoping to find a technical explanation. While I found many articles on the impact the outage created and learned that many called emergency services and police departments to report it, I could not find much technical information. Here in Canada, many attacks allegedly stemming from China were reported in recent days and critical government networks were shut down. I suspect that a relationship between the two events exists, but in reality, absolutely none that can be attributed to me creating and using a FB account.
I noticed the outage just as, for the first time ever, I attempted to post comments in reaction to two news reports published by CBC, our national state sponsored broadcaster, using my newly created FB credentials. I commented about a service dog owners can purchase to send the remains of their deceased pet into space. I wrote that it would be difficult to explain this to an alien race and how, technically and seen from an outside perspective, it makes it harder to defend the notion that humans form an intelligent species. I trust that alien ships would be robust enough and would not suffer significant damage as a result of hitting a capsule of dog ashes. However, it concerns me a bit for our own satellites. Probably the impact of watching Gravity, which I think is a great and visually stunning movie. Otherwise I find it amazing that while municipal bylaws prohibit pet owners from burying deceased dogs and cats on their property, it seems perfectly legal to send their remains into space. This just does not seem environmentally sound from a footprint point of view.
Count me in as a conspiracy theorist if you will if I doubt that pet remains will actually make it into orbit. While I keep the details for future posts, I suspect that sperm will get launched into space before the ashes of deceased dogs, unofficially and independently of the producer (of the sperm) and the company legitimately and honestly selling the service to pet owners. I base this statement on decades of observations, real news reports and a profound faith in human nature.
By now, I hope I convinced you that I am a possessed by a vivid imagination. I also claim a certain ability to make links between elements. I love creative communications and I started this blog for that sole reason. I know that including references to sperm will attract attention. I also slip in sex for good measure. While those two words may deter a few humans from reading further and perceive this post as unprofessional, they will get search engines and crawlers excited and generate traffic. That is why I included them.
My second comment on CBC submitted using my new FB credentials concerned an interesting article on censorship during WWI and I simply suggested that follow up articles on the same topic and covering subsequent wars and the early history of the Canadian National Film Board and the role it played during WWII would be interesting.
The above is met solely for entertainment. Now I would not post without including substance and the following is the real content I want you to remember. I make it short and it really is sad. One hundred years ago today, Canada entered into WWI.
A total of 619,636 men and women served in the Canadian forces. 66,655 died, 172,950 were wounded. One of every ten Canadians who fought did not return.
The conscription enforced nearly broke the country apart. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conscription_Crisis_of_1917
World wide, between 22,078,366 and 23,674,204 humans died. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_I_casualties#Casualties_by_1924_Post_War_Borders
Some, many, entire nations claim they won the war. I disagree. Wars only create losers. We lost. The entire human race lost it. And watching the news proves that we fail to learn from our mistakes. I want peace.