self-coronation

My daughter, on the occasion of May 6 (King Charles), asked if I wanted to be King. No thank you. Just want to be myself, I replied. To be King in today’s world – post Cold War, post Covid world?

Long time ago, folks lived within walking distance. Feudalism and Lordism.

Land and letters. Today, it’s Chat GPT and a battle for survival between atom and bit.

First Wall Street, then Hollywood, and currently Silicon Valley. What’s next? A complete return to Land and Letters, Feudalism and Lordism? Live global and give local?

I have seen the same script got a new coat of red paint (editing and spinning). People want power and stay in it. People say they are for the mass yet close the curtain and indulge.

Human nature. See if you can do better, when all of us got to be King (have and hold power).

I came across “comfort women” piece last week. You may think it was about the Japanese during WWII. Think again. It’s a systematic and organized strategy by the South Korean government to play Bob Hope to the nth degree (now I have my answer as to why some Korean appear to have white skin – they were perhaps half-breed or descendants with DNA’s from you know who).

Netflix invested in the S Korean film industry (offshoring). Hollywood certainly follows suit. Digitized version of remake. Atom labor, overseas. Digital touch ups (Chat GPT) at home. We have it all figured out. Maximum share holder’s values. Minimum expenses. Win-win. Except for the guys/gals out in the cold, waiting for our future “Kings” to dispense his justice and mercy in his Kingdom, full of neither. It’s the light, see it? there. On YouTube, TEDx, your bank account, FICO scores, Facebook Likes (or the absence of them). Analytics and asylum, both run by Artificial Intelligence, 24/7, with digital bread crumb and finger prints well- aggregated and analyzed.

Want to be King still? No thanks. Just want to be me. Just want to get to know the whole of me. The still un-used portion of the brain. Days yet to live and yes, friends yet to visit. I have been “friending” digital friends, who be-friended others of similar profile (algorithm recommended)….no wonder, we kept getting recommendations to further “friend” into the rabbit hole, never meet someone different. If I were King Charles, I would disguise like Buddha to visit Sudan, Somalia and Southern border of the US. I would find out why a Florida man just shot a man, then a boy in a convenient store before killing himself.

Looks as if the more “friends” we click on, the fewer meaning we have in our lonely lives.

If I were to be King, I would never find out who my real friends are. Just a Meta world, not real world. In the former, you keep living on, even after you’re long dead.

Please skip the self-coronation ceremony and save ourselves from further embarrassment.