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Twitter Files as PANOPTICON marketing FEAR OF COMMUNICATION

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If you remember, Snowden gave ‘secret files’ to Glenn Greenwald, a ‘safe pair of hands’ with a 'good reputation, who then helped found the Intercept with money from Peter Thiel and made himself very rich and famous.

Nothing changed really except we learned for sure that the government was constantly watching and recording our communications. Nobody went to jail, no spying agencies changed in the least. And most of the ‘revelations’ were NEVER revealed. It was NOT a wikileaks operation. It was a marketing operation for the PANOPTICON (Jeremy Bentham’s famous model prison where the prisoners knew that somebody COULD be watching them at all tiimes.)

Now Thiel’s former business partner Elon Musk has provided another ‘safe pair of hands’ Matt Tiabbi with the ‘Twitter Files’, but again it’s a limited release and the result again is the revelation that THEY, in this case the FBI, is monitoring our social media communications constantly. It’s the same scenario really as the Snowden dump.

My conspiracy theory: Thiel and Musk are ‘deep state’ fronts, Greenwald and Tiabbi are ambitious journalists who can be trusted to dig only so deep and not deeper.

And the result is a marketing campaign, marketing the PANOPTICON, that is, marketing the fear of communication. THEY understand the danger of the internet and social media as networking and educational tools for the modern slaves to demand and perhaps win more freedom, more financial security, more participatory democracy or whatever you want to call movements of liberation.

But when people are AFRAID to use the tool then the tool is useless. Then the TOOL is solely used for elite commercial and propaganda purposes.

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And now the Facebook files
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Thanks for taking the trouble to ruminate on these matters E. I tend to think the best thing to do is to take what’s going. Musk has just restored Peter McCullough, Robert Malone, Dr Cremola to Twitter, and goodness knows who else. Maybe it’s a show of fake allrightness.

I won’t worry too much - unless Meryl Nass is found to be corrupted :slightly_smiling_face:.
I doubt she’s controlled opposition, as she has always been out of control :slightly_smiling_face::

Biden’s FBI paid Twitter $200,000 per month to censor specific accounts at the FBI’s request

The top federal law enforcement agency PAID to destroy our First Amendment rights. Where is the class action lawsuit I can join?

Seems the hand of the deep state is everywhere that it can be.
Going back to Musk, well there can be no good billionaire, so do keep us posted!
Cheers

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#3

I know I will sound like an old fogey, when I say that I was having a conversation with someone about this recently: back in the day we used to travel the world with no internet, no mobile phones, etc. I am of course the world’s biggest travel bore and can mention a journey that my cousin Andre and I did from Paris to Beijing, trans-Siberian and trans-Mongolian in 1990, and the thing I’m best known for, a little jaunt 10,000 miles across North America up to the arctic in Alaska.

All done with no internet and no mobile phones (although the Alaska jaunt was done in very early days of internet and mobile phones).

How did we manage to do all that without QR codes and black mirror devices?

Even family holiday stuff in the west country back in the 1970s was all organised by post or sticking 2p in a phone box.

How have we come to the stage where people can literally not function without QR codes and a black mirror device?

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#4

Two p? Fourpence, surely. And if you didn’t get through, ‘press Button B’ and get it back again… :slight_smile:

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#5

I once actually slept in an old-style British phone box, that stank of piss. I wouldn’t recommend it.

With regard to the journey to China, we had to get visas for Poland, Soviet Union (in its last days) Mongolia and China. At the time, 1990, you couldn’t get a Mongolian visa unless you’d had an AIDS test (the Mongolian visa cost about 50 quid, and I’m going back a number of years here). So, I had to go to Lewisham hospital to get an AIDS test (note the south London connection), then I had to go to my GP to get the official certificate. My GP was a nice lady who I had always got on well with. This didn’t stop her from giving me a 20 minute lecture (no exaggeration) about the dangers of AIDS and having unsafe gay sex. I tried to tell her that I wasn’t gay and got the test to get a bloody Mongolian visa.

More than 30 years ago now.

Nothing changes.

She was a very good doctor. They get mind-programmed.

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#6

When your dad is a telecoms engineer and handy with bits of wire and a soldering iron there was never any need to pay more than 2p. Which was returned at the end of the call. Don’t ask me how, but it worked. Steep old hill to the nearest tickey box though (gone, of course, though some older Street View shots still show it).

I’m as guilty as anyone of Black Mirror dependence. I still remember when only drug dealers and estate agents, and ponces generally, had mobile phones. Then builders got them so that an urgent call could give an excuse to leave the job at 11:00 on a Friday, and so on.

Spouse Eliot (in building trade) had an early Motorola that consisted of a sturdy breeze block of a battery with a handset locking into place on top. Vividly recall driving a mile or so from A to B with this left on the roof of the car. It hadn’t moved an inch upon arrival at B. “I wondered why people were flashing their lights” quoth SE.

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#7

I recall it used to be possible to trick the public phone boxes another way: upon the pips sounding one only had to put the tuppence in so far as to ‘fully shove’* the internal bar to the width of the coin and deftly pull the coin back out before it was consumed by the slot - it worked every time if you had the knack ; )

  • apols for using such technical terminology
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#8

“…only drug dealers and estate agents, and ponces generally…” :laughing: :laughing:

#9

I don’t wish to go off topic with Everyman’s post, but for me this is kind of on topic, because it all involves the same kind of thing.

I’ve been running a gite here in France for the last decade. It’s a large place that can comfortably sleep 12 people. This usually means three generations.

One really noticeable thing is that children are never allowed by their guardians outside the boundries of the house.

When we were kids, staying in holiday homes in Cornwall or Yorkshire or wherever, back in the 1960s and 1970s, we would run off into the woods, or down to the beach, or wherever, and be there all day, having all kinds of adventures.

No tv or internet or social media or black mirror devices. Just having fun, exploring nature, and building dens, and building rafts, and all the rest of it.

I’m seriously worried about younger generations who are completely hooked into a cotton wool digital world that is not real.

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#10

I’ll sling in a quick photo to try and explain what I’m saying. This photo was taken on the path leading down to King Arthur’s castle in Tintagel sometime around 1970. Whoa, how many years ago was that! They had guys on the path with monkeys and parrots, and you could have your photo taken with them. From left to right is my cousin Gary, my cousin Andrew (who later went to China with me), my sister Sue. Behind Sue is my cousin Ronnie. Next is my cousin Tracy, and behind her is my cousin Lorraine; the tallest in the photo, although only about 15 at the time. On the right of the photo is me, with a parrot on my head. I was about 6 years old and you can probably tell what a little bastard I was even then. That parrot, by the way, was completely vicious. Shortly before this photo was taken the parrot had taken a chunk out of cousin Ronnie’s shoulder.

I should also add that everyone in this photo is still alive today, half a century later.

No one of course is interested in family snaps. I post it to show that there were no parents around (probably all in the pub getting drunk). We had the freedom to go off and do whatever we wanted, and to explore the world.

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#11

A couple of the comments above imply they might be off-topic, but I strongly disagree. Or will veer OT even more blatantly :wink:

A world that is characterised as hazardous, where there might be ‘stranger danger’, was completely unknown to me until I spent the later part of my childhood in South Africa. My dad suddenly said, as we drove down the road, “look at that lion…!” and until I realised it was an alsatian I believed him.

Similarly, when I was warned not to talk to the security guard of the office block nearby, which up until then I had been doing, it came as a revelation. “Those dark-skinned people are risky, they hate whites.” I was told (or words to that effect). Until that moment I had no idea what apartheid was. My gran’s tearful outburst a few months before “…those darkies are going to slit all your throats…” finally made some sort of sense…

Make sure you get on the right bus: it’s clearly marked. The park benches for folks who aren’t possessed of pale skins were clearly marked ‘Slegs Nie-Blankes’ . . . only for non-whites.

Imagine being defined by what you are not. As a recently retired ‘non-academic’ I kind of grasp what that feels like, but on a far less serious plane.

You could, and still can, give in to the paranoia and live a relatively ‘safe’ life or just carve out some kind of normalcy. Most people found it easiest to internalize the world of threat and to proceed accordingly.

I vividly recall during school holidays riding from inner city Johannesburg to Jan Smuts Airport, as was (now Oliver Tambo Airport), for no reason other than to feel the wind in our faces and to watch the planes taking off and landing. I lived in Hillbrow (think Baltimore as depicted in The Wire). Steve (also an emigre from England) was a couple of miles away. Maybe we wouldn’t have made the journey on our own, it never occurred to me until then, and after a month or so it got boring.

This would have been maybe a few years, but no more than five or so, after Rob’s parrot picture.

The last time I visited ZA was 2015, I did not dare enter Hillbrow though I gazed from a few blocks away. (Photo was taken from within the Old Fort prison, now a museum. Gandhi was there for a short time, so was Mandela. It was a brutal disgusting place. At one time we lived in an apartment block right next to the telecoms tower shown here.)

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White suburban fear is utterly tangible. There are multiple TV stations blaring out bad news, cellphones have been ubiquitous for even longer than in the UK. Everyone drives around with their car doors firmly locked. No one walks (though my brother-in-law and I did). Private security firms offer Rapid Response services.

The UK is heading the same way.

Having used a fairly unpleasant racial epithet above I may as well go full Hate Speech with this video by a recently cancelled band. The singer was/is accused of manipulating females into having sex with him. A little trickle of #metoo turned into the usual torrent. So there won’t be any mention of the band in the end-of-year Best Albums lists and one assumes no plays on the Christmas TOTP. (If there is such a thing nowadays.)

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#12

At that time I was what I’d guess these days you’d call a hacker. “Phone freaking” was easy. My favourite show off was calling the New York speaking clock without any pennies at all.

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#13

Cool. Yes, phreaking and hacking originated in those days, then via mainframe computing to the wide range of activities on evidence (and plenty that are not) these days. A long time ago (well before Y2K) I was taught CoBOL and really wish I’d paid better attention. Typing lines of code for punch card readers was slow and tedious but damn good discipline - hence I didn’t play ball. Sigh.

#14

I’m back after taking a break. I need to catch up on what you have been talking about on this site.

I just wanted to say that I just watched a Joe Rogan podcast with one of the Twitter files journalists, Shellenberger I think is his name. It’s worth watching to get a clear idea of the USA govt involvement with censorship and how the various ‘cut outs’ are set up and used by the deep state.

But as I said in my original post I think, nothing has really changed, nobody has gone to jail for propagandizing the population, in fact Rogan and guest sometimes seem like they know nothing of cointelpro and mockingbird, though I assume Rogan does know…I c an’t find the whole podcast maybe somebody can get the link

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I think this is the spotify link:

cheers