Tom's Blog on Life

“My dad has bees. Today I went to his house and he showed me all of the honey he had gotten from the hives. He took the lid off of a 5 gallon bucket full of honey and on top of the honey there were 3 little bees, struggling. They were covered in sticky honey and drowning. I asked him if we could help them and he said he was sure they wouldn’t survive. Casualties of honey collection I suppose.

I asked him again if we could at least get them out and kill them quickly, after all he was the one who taught me to put a suffering animal (or bug) out of its misery. He finally conceded and scooped the bees out of the bucket. He put them in an empty Chobani yogurt container and put the plastic container outside.

Because he had disrupted the hive with the earlier honey collection, there were bees flying all over outside.

We put the 3 little bees in the container on a bench and left them to their fate. My dad called me out a little while later to show me what was happening. These three little bees were surrounded by all of their sisters (all of the bees are females) and they were cleaning the sticky nearly dead bees, helping them to get all of the honey off of their bodies. We came back a short time later and there was only one little bee left in the container. She was still being tended to by her sisters.

When it was time for me to leave we checked one last time and all three of the bees had been cleaned off enough to fly away and the container was empty.
Those three little bees lived because they were surrounded by family and friends who would not give up on them, family and friends who refused to let them drown in their own stickiness and resolved to help until the last little bee could be set free.
Bee Sisters. Bee Peers. Bee Teammates.

We could all learn a thing or two from these bees.
#Beekind always. #LifeLessons

I did not write this, but love it.

From Thus Spake Zara on Facebook:
Once the machine is fine-tuned, its essential bits and pieces in all the right places, there will be no need for active thought-policing and censorship. Your reputational capital and social credit score will be critical for your ability to secure gainful employment.

This means you have to watch how your digital twin conduct themeselves in the digital realm. Anti-establishment rhetoric will reflect poorly on your social credit rating and that will severly impact and narrow down the range of opportunities to apply yourself into the “real world”, both personally and in a professional capacity. It’s the hot prod that will make you re-think your political stances and adjust your behaviour. Your family and friends will suffer too.

Anyone who transacts with you will suffer by association. This is what they mean by “empowering individuals” and “responsibility for others”….in doublespeak it means they keep you hostage by your words and actions. The length of your leash is as long or as short as you make it, and that depends on your behaviour and compliance with the regime’s community standards. In such an inverted society, self-hate is a celebrated virtue. It is the only power of the powerless.

You are “free” to choose either way, but should you fail to repent and demonstrate a consistent pattern of a measurable change, you will be left to rot in your tiny corner. Also be prepared to signifficantly lower your standards in order to survive….it’s easy to fight principles when the fridge is full, but keep in mind that hunger can be very persuasive.

The only way to avoid this dystopian scenario is to collectively reject Digital ID, Digital Twin, CBDC, Social credit scores, Carbon credit system, and the surveillance infrastructure that fascilitates this waking nightmare.

Reject all of it! Every last bit!