I've read a lot about this, but so far, no one, any where, has been able to articulate just how all this minutiae, individual data on each individual, is to be collected. I mean, seriously - how in the hell are they gonna know that I stepped out onto the balcony at 03:17:42.5938 and took a piss into the wind? Until they can articulate how all this minute data is to be collected, much less stored, then they are just having an electronic wet dream.
I never bought in to the "crypto currency" bullshit. It's useless, and therefore valueless. It's not really real. You can't bite the edge of a bitcoin to determine what metals it's made of. The only "value" it has is what someone else will give you for it. based solely upon their belief that it has some sort of value. In other words, any "value" in it is extrinsic, rather than intrinsic. That means it's "value" is subject to manipulation - and, more importantly, restriction on availability - by someone that is not YOU. I can place that kind of "value" in a fistful of mud... or a fistful of donkey shit. The main difference is that the mud or donkey shit is at least real, tangible. In a pinch, it can at least be used as a missile weapon, unlike a bitcoin.
These folks shilling out "bitcoin", "blockchains", and "tokens" need to just stop with the fapping in their closets.
I had a guy try to sell me some kind of "blockchained token" of my DNA. I looked at him like he was trying to sell me a bridge over some swamp land. What the hell good would that be to me, even if he COULD somehow blockchain me? WHY would I pay money for a hash of my DNA? "It's unique!" he says. Well, no shit, Sherlock! That's kinda the whole thing behind DNA - it's unique to every individual. "But you can own your own!" No shit again, Sherlock. I already do. I carry it around with me everywhere I go, buried deep within my cells. It's not like anyone can take it away from me and leave me still breathing, you know? I don't need a "digital representation" of what I already carry around, tangibly, with me at every turn of my day.
Sometimes, the batshit crazy "digital asset" hucksters are puzzling. Other times, they're just amusing.
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I never bought in to the "crypto currency" bullshit. It's useless, and therefore valueless. It's not really real. You can't bite the edge of a bitcoin to determine what metals it's made of. The only "value" it has is what someone else will give you for it. based solely upon their belief that it has some sort of value. In other words, any "value" in it is extrinsic, rather than intrinsic. That means it's "value" is subject to manipulation - and, more importantly, restriction on availability - by someone that is not YOU. I can place that kind of "value" in a fistful of mud... or a fistful of donkey shit. The main difference is that the mud or donkey shit is at least real, tangible. In a pinch, it can at least be used as a missile weapon, unlike a bitcoin.
These folks shilling out "bitcoin", "blockchains", and "tokens" need to just stop with the fapping in their closets.
I had a guy try to sell me some kind of "blockchained token" of my DNA. I looked at him like he was trying to sell me a bridge over some swamp land. What the hell good would that be to me, even if he COULD somehow blockchain me? WHY would I pay money for a hash of my DNA? "It's unique!" he says. Well, no shit, Sherlock! That's kinda the whole thing behind DNA - it's unique to every individual. "But you can own your own!" No shit again, Sherlock. I already do. I carry it around with me everywhere I go, buried deep within my cells. It's not like anyone can take it away from me and leave me still breathing, you know? I don't need a "digital representation" of what I already carry around, tangibly, with me at every turn of my day.
Sometimes, the batshit crazy "digital asset" hucksters are puzzling. Other times, they're just amusing.
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“Trouble rather the tiger in his lair than the sage among his books. For to you kingdoms and their armies are things mighty and enduring, but to him they are but toys of the moment, to be overturned with the flick of a finger.”
― Gordon R. Dickson, Tactics of Mistake
― Gordon R. Dickson, Tactics of Mistake