— Metadata or My Data ? —
Metadata is a summary of information about data, it categorizes info… metadata can be about anything, but it’s about data.
The summaries of our lives in a data bank somewhere else, you know they tell you, if you don’t have anything to hide, then what are you worrying about.
I can give you two scenarios about the collectors of that metadata, one is judgmental and is looking to guard against an enemy, but you’re not an enemy, but the views of the collector might see your views under the influence of the enemy. Would you feel safe from their judgment?
We are imperfect creatures that are quick to judge,, and our imperfections are magnified with our judgments, cause they’re riddled with errors.
The second scenario is those same collectors abusing the usage of the data for their own agendas, the fact that corporations use metadata in their business practices, and it’s obvious that corporations are in bed with the Govt, with deals and backdoor deals. I know for myself that my metadata is “my data”, and not the govt’s data.
Just because I disagree with the practices of data collection and storage, doesn’t make me an enemy, I see you as the enemy, and you are a control freak. We know statistical data is riddled with errors, we are creatures of habit, but we can break those habits at anytime.
According to the former director of the NSA “We kill people based on metadata”, would you trust this person with your data, he’s looking for an enemy.
It’s not the metadata of the govt, it’s my data, and why would you collect the data, and save it in a storage database for future info on me and my habits.
If we got the metadata of the Govt, we got a glimpse with the Snowden leaks, and we learned that we are being looked at as the enemy. We have the traitors terrorizing us with their judgments.
But I would be the bigot in judging the Govt on their metadata, they lie and serve the corporations instead of the people, so my judgment would fall on deaf ears, cause they don’t want the truth. They live on campaign lies, that is the food of every politician. They wouldn’t survive without them.
Metadata is a politician’s lie and they gain office on those lies, but calling a politician a liar is disrespecting him/her, but that’s what their metadata says about them. It’s a catch22 situation, you’re dammed if you do, and dammed if you don’t .
Metadata is incomplete data about data, would be more like the true definition of metadata.
It is filled with assumptions and presumptions on that data, which is incomplete. It’s arrogantly presumptuous that you would want to kill someone for their metadata, like the radical extremists that want to chop a head off cause you insulted Mohammed. It’s not much difference in my eyes.
You’re like an old girlfriend that we parted on bad terms, I felt wronged like her, but we just had a differing of opinions of each other. I didn’t stalk her and collect data about her habits, I just wished her well in her life. I saved her threatening letters, but I eventually burned them, cause they caused me much stress.
I didn’t collect data on her, except her threatening letters and didn’t look to use it against her in the future, cause there are many variables that are unknown and summaries about those unknowns are a book of errors, that will only cause more problems. So metadata is the road to hell, it’s just too much unknowns to collect, it causes errors to be the stones to walk on. I’d rather find and understand the principle, and stand strong on that, than a shaky rock of metadata.
It’s like a dry river bed filled with rocks that came down in the flood of the river, it doesn’t make for a smooth road, it’s fun trying to keep your feet dry and jumping between the rocks, but it’s only fun by the new experience adventure of the jumping. I had a creek by my house in upstate New York, and in the spring it was a raging river, by the time the Summer was established it turned into the dry creek bed with puddles.
If I saw the metadata between the floods and the dry spells, if saw the creek bed in the dry spell and didn’t see it in the floods, I would feel I’ve had a hard life, but that was when I was happy, cause I was always on an adventure.
Well that seemed like I went off on a tangent, maybe the floods was like the metadata is always changing, and the rocks that laid the bed of the creek depended on the flow of the creek. Anyway, I won’t waste anymore energy on that illustration.
Once you start judgments you roll a snowball down a very steep snowy mountain of unknowns, causing destruction all the way down the mountain.
I’m already over the hill, as they say, and I’ve been a failure of everything I’ve done… this kind of pressure knowing that there is more of me documented and judged for my views, that’s like burying my head in the snow.
Since we are creatures of habit, and all the wars to bring peace, is a misnomer, peace brings peace, love brings peace, war brings terror.
It’s you, who are the terrorists that bring war around the world… The real terrorists.
I’m not into the violence that the narrow-minded from the Islamic faith, saying when you steal you should get your right hand cut off. What’s the reason you steal, is what I want to know.
Is it to feed your family? Which I guess is somewhat the reason everyone steals, it’s either you’re hungry or someone you love is hungry.
This quick judgment of metadata, it requires you know everything there is to know, cause metadata is not complete data, all the unknown variables of that data is unknown. You killing people for metadata, is a crime in my book, should I kill you for that data about you.
No, I don’t know where you got that justification for that judgment, it’s unknown to me… but I wouldn’t trust you for my birthday party.
“There are known knowns. These are things we know that we know. There are known unknowns. That is to say, there are things that we know we don’t know. But there are also unknown unknowns. There are things we don’t know we don’t know.”
— Donald Rumsfeld
I always marveled myself with this quotation, too bad this was said by a total idiot, that the thought of war brought peace. Maybe I’m an idiot, cause I don’t feel like Earth is my home, cause nowhere I feel I fit in.
I believe in love, not capitalism,socialism, not corporatism to solve our problems, they caused all of our problems, well judgment is the true cause of all our problems.
Love is the most unknown principle, where we know about thousandth of 1% of it’s makeup. It’s the major power source of this planet, but we look to mislead by it, confusing it with sex. That’s Hollywood’s fault, they made money on it, so they kept misleading that it had anything to do with love.
Two people can enjoy sex, and the sexual act strengthens their love, but it’s not love, and you insult my intelligence to say make love.
The love exists before the sexual act, otherwise it’s just lust. When two people love each other they are tempted with sex, it strengthens the bond of love with the sexual act, but it doesn’t create love.
Just know that I don’t believe in making love as a replacement for sex, it fortifies love’s bond, I think you’re confused it with your judgment that you create love. Since you don’t what love is now, I won’t judge you, that would make me a bigot.
Wow, I went off on a tangent there, well that could be included in my metadata… I’m diehard love truther.
This collection of metadata and the fact that they kill people based on metadata, is scary to say the least.
I’ll end it with this song, the words say a lot, but are incomplete, just like the metadata they collect.
SLAVE (Fight Back)
by smileykai © MMIX
I’ve spent my whole life in this big bad city
Tryin’ to get from A to Z oh yeah
Nobody gives a shit ’bout nobody
It’s a dog eat dog world out here
Our politicians get fatter every year
They spend our tax money infront of our eyes
And we stand back and let this shit ride?
Remember, there is no government without it’s people..
There’s a tax on our lives
There’s a tax on the air you breath
There’s a fear that you can’t survive
Where is the love, where is the love?
Can anybody hear me?
It’s getting so hard to breath out here
Can anybody hear my cries?
I’m so fed up, so tired of these lies
Can anybody stand up?
Fight with me for our lives
I’ve spent my whole life in this urban jungle
Everywhere around me are caged-in sheep-monkeys
From day one we are labeled and numbered
A part of the work force a sub-serviant workforce
S, L, A, V to the E
S, L, A, V to the E
There’s a tax on your lives
There’s a tax on the air you breath
There’s a fear that you can’t survive
Where is the love, where is the love?
Can anybody hear me?
It’s getting so hard to breath out here
Can anybody hear my cries?
I’m so fed up, so tired of these lies
Can anybody stand up?
Fight with me for our lives
So let me end this rant with something simple
Something you can take away and digest
Wake up and stop listening to their lies
Your life is in your own hands, it’s time for us to rise
Kids grow up to be like the people they see..
No value for Peace, Love and Harmony
The future is in everybody’s hands
Not just the Elite but EVERYONE
Can anybody hear me?
It’s getting so hard to breath out here
Can anybody hear my cries?
I’m so fed up, so tired of these lies
Can anybody stand up?
Fight with me for our lives