Thang Nguyen 555

Michel Polnareff once had a hit ” Love me, please love me”….followed later by the Who “See me, feel me, touch me..heal me”…to end with Todd Rundgren “Hello it’s me”…

Late 60’s early 70’s…stormed the music scene was Me, Me, Me. The Me Generation, after the We Generation.

Jesus Christ Superstar on Broadway,…with hair and dance steps (later, Cirque du Soleil masked them all, Savior or sinners).

I predict an Afghan post-war generation turning inward (not to mention, no one seems to be able to travel anywhere due to the unwinding down pandemic on steroid).

Love me, please love me.

Even the credit card web sites need to make sure you are not a robot (Verify me, see me, authenticate me)…

I am not robotic. I might be represented by a series of coding, but I am not. .. Decode me…here are my passwords.

Back to our Stanford Lab experiment (where the actor who put on lab coat telling the subject to be sure about what they saw, in a room full of extras who said otherwise).

Oh! maybe I am robotic. I hear bell ringing, I salivate…(whether there are hamburgers or not).

Maybe I won’t have those shots, or the booster one. I am not sure. Those who surround me, eyes closed and hands raised: ALL SAID OTHERWISE.

Feel me, follow me, friend me.

The new ME generation 2.0, on line, on facebook and Twitter (where DJT has been blocked).

See, being lawful citizen has its perks.

You have “followers”, the digitally manufactured “community”.

WE ARE PENN STATE…WE ARE….

Finally I can identify with my three significant Alma Matter slogans: in High School, ours was a burning flame. Undergrad – WE ARE (roaring Lion)…

then in Grad School – “Let’s roll” (after Todd Beamer of UA flight 93) who did us proud. (I applied there having read about Jim Elliot, whose martyr legacy line is “he who is no fool, to lose that which he cannot keep, to gain that which he cannot lose” ….later on, I embarked on a pilgrimage to meet his wife (Mrs Elliot), even brought her some flowers to show her my respects for their exemplary life).

He who is no fool…(Je suis fool….Love me, please Love me).

In today’s China, young affluent kids refused to participate in society they deem “the rat race” (lagging after Japan’s Lost Generation (Shut out the Sun) – who was online all night, and slept all day).

Tik Tok, Tik Tok…we are all fools, working for free (Ghost work) to enrich the Super Rich (who apply Armies of Artificial Intelligence and suckers – after having been verified as non-robotic) to “scale” up their margins of profit and minimise their margin of errors. Oldest formula in the book: get them hooked , then feed them the dream/mirage (lies)…as long as possible…

Wake me up when August ends…for I have joined the Beat Generation, the Me Generation, the Lost Generation, and now the Digital non-Natives…non-Robotics.

I respond to all kinds of stimuli, be they analog or digital. hard Rock or soft Rock.. I am a permanent and hopeless sucker of a cult of delusion of narcissistic people who are occupied with nothing except living out their hollow life….

Je suis fool…Love me, please love me…(singing to my own reflections….often distorted by wind-swept waves – all the while, completely forget to gaze up to the stars).

Friend me, follow me unless I am blocked, snoozed and un-friended since the last time I checked my phone ping and Facebook bell.