Today’s Peoplenomics wanders into unusual territory: telepathy, investor intuition, AI-assisted cognition, and why modern media may be drowning humanity in what we’re calling “Pulp Non-fiction” — reality delivered as fragmented emotional stimulation instead of coherent meaning. The central argument is that markets, politics, and even human consciousness may be operating more like coupled systems than isolated actors. If schools of fish, wolf packs, and flocks of birds can coordinate absent visible command structures, what does that imply about human social behavior, investor sentiment, and the increasingly networked world created by AI and algorithmic media?
From there, the discussion turns toward markets and the dangerous holiday corridor now approaching between Memorial Day, Juneteenth, and the Fourth of July. Thin staffing, fragmented attention, AI hype, geopolitical noise, and emotionally overloaded media environments may be combining into a period where “Pulp Non-fiction” becomes “Pulp Money.” Add in Tuesday’s election results, growing political polarization, and increasingly narrative-driven tribal behavior, and the result is a broad “State of the Nation” look at coherence breakdown in America — economically, politically, informationally, and perhaps even psychologically.
OK, then, pathologically if you must.
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pulp fiction always brings to my mind the tomato joke,,,,
“”Three tomatoes are walking down the street: a papa tomato, a mama tomato, and a baby tomato. The baby tomato starts lagging behind. The papa tomato gets mad, goes over to the baby tomato and stomps on him and says: ‘Ketchup.'” ”
a segue from inside the green house to the outside news flow,, thinking back when news came from paper from pulp, just a little reminiscing the news paper damning Nixon, I think about surprise attacks/pearl and lone assassin/jfk and twin towers/box cutters,,, pulp fiction has lead humans astray with false wind readings
as I have enjoyed viewing Sandhill cranes as they ascend, circling on rising thermals, they all turn at once as the winds shift direction in the vortex,, esp or feather tips all feeling the same shift, but with the singlemindedness of group think,,, migration to a better place,,, from Texas to Canada,, with a stop over in Nebr for courtship,,, singlemindedness in all reproducing creatures, as we experience,, ‘riding the wave of life’
now go dance like Andy, as if no one is watching, just for the shear joy
“Que: Burning Love”
Don’t they also check in with Egor for a water quality sample or something?
our hotel got changed at the last minute.
on the way to the new hotel yesterday we passed by a large tent in field about a mile away from the hotel. i was out of smokes and needed a 220 to 110 addapter for my phone charger. so i went down a grocery store called The New World.
i picked up my stuff as i was walking back i stopped by the tent. it was old school type Tent Revival they were having. i havent been to an old school real life tent revival since i was a kid.
so i went last night. most of the service was in Native Fijian language but you could sure feel The Holy Spirit Presence. i was the only white dude there. they were all suprised to see me. haha The Pastor came over and we talked about THE DUDE and we prayed together.
this morning when i woke up, i came out on the deck to do my prayer and meditation. the patio furnitur the trees out front, the shape and color of the pool, the tempriture, everything was exactly the same the deck we called ‘The Touret” old condo in Palm Desert California. everything was identical, the chairs, table, view of the pool through 3 palm trees. even the wear marks on the chair backs, identical.
when i set out to deal to go to sea, i had no idea id be ending up at a Tent Revival and sitting on a deck meditating that is identical to where i sat and meditated 6 years ago.
I am Time Traveling tonight, back to the USA.
“He that conquers himself is greater than he who conquers a city.”
I Win with God within ~
re: “The Connection”, 1961
feat: WH movie night, May 20, 1962
Who’s that in the booth? Wilkes the real Slim Shady please stand up? The “Paleo Future” website notes the playing of controversial independent film maker Shirley Clarke’s “The Connection” at the White House 64 years ago. A camera shoots heroin addicts awaiting their fixes. President JFK and Governor Harrison of Virginia are believed to be in the audience.
Today the “CBC” made mention of the now late former LA detective Mark Fuhrman’s 1998 book titled “Murder in Greenwich – Who Killed Martha Moxley?”. The book apparently examined her homicide, and claimed a killer’s alleged confession (a nephew of RFK Sr.) to TV Willis’s late little brother, Arnold, at a substance abuse centre. The latter’s difficulties with heroin were noted by media. His real life birthplace was Zion, Illinois. The city is named after Mount Zion, Jerusalem.
As chance would have it, the movie projected from the booth for WH movie night in Dallas on the evening before Dealey Plaza was “From Russia With Love”.
“Telepathy ”
Likely fake as a chupacabra. Not to mention people are super polarized and have become closed minded.
Think about the people who said Trump was attempting to become king. They held protests, etc. while the others labeled them. Did they receive telepathy and were right or still suffering from TDS? They can’t be right.
“In 1215, King John faced a rebellion by his powerful barons, who were furious over his arbitrary taxation, failed military campaigns, and abuses of royal power. To avoid civil war, the King met the barons at Runnymede, a meadow near Windsor, and agreed to seal the “Great Charter”.”
Off-topic.
Reminiscent of an ant pissing on Goliath’s shoe just before it gets stomped, but if they’re trying to build a data center near you, here’s something to check into.
https://stateofthenation.info/?p=64574
For anyone still unsure what’s the whole point of data centers, here’s the answer. I’d recommend starting at around min 48 till the end, then go back to the first 48 minutes. This should prevent someone with strong political loyalties from blowing a gasket.
Myself, I’ve survived Gulf War Illness and lived more than 30 years beyond my doctor’s prediction. I have no political illusions.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=yBFPVBOLm3I
The longest running poker game in history was played in the basement of the Birdcage Theater in Tombstone Arizona. It ran continuously 24/7 for over eight years, starting 1881. Buy-in was $1,000 [ that was huge sum back then – close to $10,000 today.] Rumored that Doc Holliday Wyatt Earp, Curly Bill, Bat Masterson and many other famous westerners sat down at the table at one time, or another. It only ended when the two main silver mines flooded and the town started to collapse economically.
My longest poker game was for just over 12 hours – total. A private suite at Harrah’s at Lake Tahoe.
I had just been waved through security [ I was considered a regular by this time ] on my way to the back rooms and was cut-off by Melba. Melba was a beautiful black lady – dealer – and as hard as ice. She planted herself, defiantly, in front of me.., but smiled wide.
“You have been invited to a private game upstairs in the suites., baby.”
I didn’t change my expression – just stared at her. Blankly.
“Ohh.., it a solid game., nothing funny.” and slapped me on the arm. “You will recognize a couple of them.”
“You dealing?”
“Yes.., in about an hour.” She looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Would I stir my favorite gentleman down a bad alley?” ..,and gave an exaggerated frown. I did like her., but I knew I had to keep my distance. I never was sure why., but she was trouble if you got involved with her. That, I was sure of. She was someone you wanted to know, but from across the room.
I looked down at her., “If you vouch for them.., What’s the buy-in and what suite?”
“$5,000 – I’ll show you the way.” And turned to walk-off…, “You can be my escort !” .., and swished her way to the elevators.
Introductions., all around. Martinelli was the guy that invited me. Nice enough guy., bit squirrelly., but safe enough., never seen him play, but he seemed to always be around. A ‘spotter’ for the casino? ., or for someone else, someone private?
Ten minutes later all four of the players had picked out their seat and were about to sit down.., Martinelli walked over to me and handed me a drink in a cut glass tumbler with a silver rim..,
“Double Blantons.., over ice..,” and smiled “If I remember correctly.”
“You do.., thanks.” I took the drink., but was a bit suspicious.., ‘ Would he dare be so obvious?’ Guess he ‘had’ been watching me all these months. That was his job.
* * * 7:40 PM
It took three hands for me to zero-in on my competition. A guy named ‘Gus’. He was a player.., he was the one to watch. I glanced at Melba., then back to Gus., then Melba again. She gave a faint smile – then went cold again. Yep. Gus was the player. I hid my eyes under the brim of my Stetson and sat back. Gus was the reason for the game and why I was invited.
Four hours later – Player ‘Mike’ dropped out.., he always over bet., got wiped clean. Player ‘Philey’ was down to about two hundred.., and looking to make his exit., when Melba called for a short 30 minute break. We all agreed. During this break ‘Philey’ dropped out, but stayed in the room to watch.
* * * 12:00 AM
When we went back to the table Gus slid one chair away from the table and moved his a foot, or so over – he was now directly across from me. I nodded., he smiled. ., and until the next morning that is how we saw the world.
Three hours later – I had just called his bluff and Gus was not happy. He had a pair of Queens.., nothing to back ’em up., but working it like he had three. I had three 5’s., two showing – was hoping for a full house – didn’t happen, but I knew I had him beat.
* * * 3:30 AM
I pulled back the pot and Melba stood up.., picked up the deck, walked over to the bar and dropped them in the trash can., then back to the table.
“This seems like a good place to take a break, gentlemen..,” She looked at both of us.., “Two hours? I’m hungry.” [ Not her place to initiate a break., but she did.]
We both agreed.
The table cleared., the audience mingled., I sat there for a few moments working on “how” I knew Gus was bluffing. Martinelli walked over as I stood up..,
“You are better than I remember.”
“One rises to the occasion..,” and gave a faint grin.
“Or, gets run over.” He grinned back and walked away. ‘Was that a threat?.., or an observation on what was happening to ‘Gus’?
* * * 5:45 AM – Nearly 11 hours
I had a light breakfast [ room service ] and was sitting out on the large balcony sipping coffee., when Melba walked out and asked if I was ready to start ?
Back at the table., with a fresh cup of coffee. Melba was opening a new deck of cards., and ‘Gus’ was starring down at the table., hands in his lap. There was probably $600 – $700 on the green felt in front of him. I had taken the buy-in from the other two players and nearly all of Gus’. The game was over., and I was ready to walk away..,
Two hands later – Gus was dealt one down and a King showing. I got one down and a Ten up. Next card, Gus got Jack – I got another Ten. A Pair showing. Tens bet. I only bet a hundred., wanted to see what he would do next.
Next card – Gus got a Two.., I got a Jack.., his Jack. Gus tapped his fingers on the table. The same as saying “damn it !”., out-loud.
Last card – Gus got a King.., now had a pair of King showing. I was dealt an Ace.., no help. Gus’ Kings beat my Tens.., he bet. Gus counted out every thing in front of him. $540., and dropped it in the pot., and starred at me.
I looked at him., faint grin, then at the pot and counted out $540 – I wanted to raise, but he didn’t have it.., so I just called him. I knew I had him.., I somehow knew it.
He snapped-over his hole-card.., a four. No help. Gus had a pair of Kings.
The whole room seem to lean over to look at my hand as I turned over my hole-card..,
I tuned it over, slowly.., a Ten. Three Tens.
Game over.
* * * 6:15 AM
* * *
Took nearly an hour to get out of there – seems like everyone wanted to talk to me.., Martinelli showed me the private elevator that exited in the underground garage.
I removed my hat and kissed the back of her hand, but I never saw Melba again She moved to New Orleans to run a private game in the back of a jazz club. Heard later that she was doing well. Never did visit., but thought about it. Gus didn’t say a word to me.., just nodded and walked out. The reason for the game., and why I was invited – was not happy. Never saw, or heard of him again. Rumored that was the first time he had ever lost a game.
The longest game I ever played and I walked out with enough money to pay for the rest of the year. Twelve hours well spent. This was also the first game where “Doc” showed up., and kind of took over. He evolved, strongly, over the years, and I have never played another game without him., in fact – “Doc” often took over completely, I was but a mere passenger and it could take a couple of days to become “me” again. Nearly 48 years. [ Along with my Stetson., and 45. – never played without any of them.]
“Three Piece” came much later. As I was the only player around at the time that wore a tailored three piece suit. Out-dress ’em & out-play ’em. [ Most dressed like Walmart denizens. Which I found slightly offensive. Five card stud is an art form and should be approached with some dignity and class. Winning is important.., winning with class is everything.]
” It is hard for former competitors. Normal life afterward feels flat. ( because it is, let’s admit it. ) ”
– Still decompressing.., an era has passed….,
“Stay Frosty !”
You know, with a sidebar or three on technique – that would be a hell of a chapter in a 3 piece book… thanks for sharing
Massie’s Primary loss made history:
https://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Politics/2026/0520/massie-gallrein-trump-kentucky-primary?icid=rss
‘It was the most expensive House primary in recent history, with ad spending topping $32 million.’
Inflation. I’d feel better if all this campaign money on both sides instead went to help American families in need in the US. Wait that exists already. Ilhan has the details on where the money went lol. We are living in interesting times…
2 more days till friday . TGIF . god bless apple pie , robots , riggin , AI , elon sperm , donny , brain fog , dopamine freaks , humanoids , nasdaq , jimmy crack corn , meth , cocaeena , wall street . i love america .. full intention … 90s dance classic !!!! yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy we run it all boy stand down . aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
and thankyou 2 donny for melania . first first lady i wanted to , well you know donny , you had those fellings 2 . not against the law is it donny to think the first lady is hot . even if your not donny.
Think that particular Escort is out of Ure league Len-dog.
Getting a little Bluey are you ?
You should come visit my home state of Pennsyltucky and drive route 30 in Lancaster County..it will take you from Blue Ball to Bird In Hand.
I think you will know what to do once you got Bird In Hand..
Not having degrees in astrophysics, the indigenous people across the globe grounded their experiences in the dual world view of the physical and paranormal. ETs were ‘sky gods,’ their craft they traveled in were chariots, the beings mode of transportation ‘holes in the sky.” Inter- or trans-dimensional transportation was viewed as mystical. Indeed, even today that might be so. But scientists such as Jacques Vallee would argue that what the native people really experienced was trans-dimensional travel by beings from another parallel reality. As Vallee explains it, it is difficult to convince people raised in areas lacking television that images are being transmitted thru and around them that can be captured and depicted on television screens. Voodoo magic to many, mere modern tech to Ure readers. And so it may be, as Vallee explains, that we have routinely been visited by intelligences from parallel universes. How they do so is beyond our understanding. But the possibility exists that it has been going on since the dawn of humanity.
hey donny that ole yella pumpin today where is the number gunna land on the great jeff kerns work ? some of us carry it on . the ozzies where sheet yesterday , so lets see if your pumpin did any good .. but i tell nobody nothin out of respect for the half not here , my mentor . other one doin fine in new york . smartest man in the world steve , taught me how to fish . gunna catch a big un donny !!!!
“Longevity Stack”
You be kidding Ureself there G. Real Longevity stacks involve Peptide Sciences. Included in that are things like fermented NAD injections, and small molecules like SLU-PP-332 and MK-677. Current Neuro Stack – Dihexa/Tesofensine/BCP-157 in tablet form.
My current “stack” is Tesomorline and MOTS-C – subcutaneous fat injections 5×7.
Just got back from Ortho’s office consult on Bi-Lateral Shoulder Pain. They had pictures from 2022 on right shoulder- which showed a spur on the bulb and arthritis upper and lower. Todays pictures were worse, visible gaps in right shoulder, not bone on bone yet..I was in there today because Left shoulder went sideways in Belize over the Winter. Pictures showed moderate damage in Left, but not nearly as far gone as right. Did I mention both shoulders are crunchy and stiff?
Hyaluronic Acid does not work in Shoulders, less than 50 percent of time, and it takes 3 shotz per shoulder- thats a lot of risk for infection- 3 shots each. Only thing they got to offer is Hydrocortisone Shotz, which comes with a little Lidocaine. Big Fucking FAIL for Medicine – thats the best they got – a synthetic derivation of a Natural compound found in the Gaut/Belize jungles. Yerp one of my Shaman buddies, Dr Rosita Arviggio assisted in locating the Plants used in the discovery. Dr. Rosita was a mentee of Eligo Panti – a very powerful, well known Shaman in Guatemala, and reason for my 1st visit back in 80’s. Cortisone slowly erodes/destroys the joints over time, sure the pain is alleviated, but the damage continues.
So I got script for PT, will go 2-3 times to learn the exercises, and wait for current Peptide cycle to complete, before going on the Cartalex (Russian Peptide) with KLOW stack. KLOW stack is designed to enhance Healing, Improve Collagen quality and Reduce Inflammation. Consists of 4 peptides GHK-Cu, KPV, BPC 157 and TB-500.
Not recommendation or advice for anything. Personally I dont think western medicine (Primary Care) is very good at all. Health insurance is pure highway robbery… “Ill take Major medical ins. and Peptides for a Thousand , Alex”