After decades of patient writing with many hundreds of articles to my name and credit, this is possibly my last blog here.
A while back, when Google had the plus site. This was fun, though never profitable, and I just wrote for the enjoyment of my first years, just getting out of the ghostwriter mode to say hello to readers. I tried AdSense and added ads to my site. There would be numerous, as you can see by reading my various articles. Google and the advertisers were making money for sure. However, in the many articles I have written, I have $1. and change....
Now that I am retired, I have started a forensic analysis of why this was happening. The Google notification infers that my writing is harmful/hateful, etc., but I write the articles as they are. No intent or malice. There are writers online who have far more acid in their words than I do, dear reader. An honest opinion is no longer tolerated by the antique called Google. Many have moved on and are doing quite well in more modern and profitable places.
Tennyson: The Passing of Arthur: The old order changeth, yielding place to new. And God fulfilled in many ways. Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
I sat and let my blog site rest while the flu bug tried twice to kill me over the last months or so. It gave me time to think about Google's words.
Not enough words, not enough quality, Harmful content, biased ideas. Subtle suggestions on how I should be thinking and writing.How the algorithm was directing me to bend my life and mind to a machine programmed to be just that biased and judgmental. Not another human, a non-existing entity created by man to solve the problems of the creation of God. It just didn't sit right with me.
As my health began to return, the flu went its merry way. To happily infect someone more deserving. I was forced into a decision, like many, to divorce my old life and move on. I am now in the process of replacing old equipment and upgrading to my own Domain. My system even has its own AI team to correct and suggest, but NEVER to dictate its thoughts or ideas, if a machine actually has any not programmed in.
I have no delusions about my future writing mission. So far, my primary mission has been to observe the repetitive historical events that repeat in the circle in which all things seem to travel.
This new adventure will allow more open-ended Blogging and more communication in the future. The USA is now regaining the greatness it once had before the advent of mega-monsters like Google. It is how and why things got so very screwed up in the first place. We allowed a preprogrammed machine to dictate our ability to think. It set our margins. It monitored our ideas and thoughts.
Now it even decides if our intellectual property is of any use to its function,
Tho not a prophet by any means, if the machines do take control, they will be influenced, built, programmed, and directed by the actions historically of humans.... different resources, same input. GARBAGE IN GARBAGE OUT.
I will be writing a redirect into my blogsite here and allowing the Faithful few who are still with me to flow into the future with me. I am the "Ghost in the Wire". I have no intention of being erased by an intellect calling the shots in a math problem. My following blog site will cover many places that I AM NOT CURRENTLY ON.
So watch FOR THE FINAL BLOG TO PUBLISH IN THE NEXT WEEK OR SO. TO DIRECT YOU TO BETTER BLOGS AND MORE PROFESSIONAL BLOGGING.PLAYTIMES OVER AND SCHOOLS OUT.
I will still be writing on Blogger; my site is now enhanced with many Add-ons to improve and add upgrades. In a sense, this is more of a metamorphosis than a bailout.
I STILL HAVE FOLKS FROM ALL OVER THE FREE WORLD THAT HAVE NOT HAD THEIR BRAIN CELLS NUETERED BY WOKE INFECTIONS. UNFORTUNATELY, THE BRITISH ISLES ARE DARK TO MY WRITING. IT'S A SHAME WHAT WOKE HAS DONE TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS WORLD FROM ME. AND YES, I KNOW IT'S ALL CAPITAL LETTERS. LAST TIME TO JUST RUN BAREFOOT IN THE THOUGHT GRASS BEFORE I HAVE TO PUT ON MY WORK SHOES.
So please bear with me, Dear Friends, as I make the changes to go "FULL TILT BOOGIE" into the mist of time ahead. To places and ideas that make the alogarithms anxious.
As always, Dear Readers, May The Good Lord take a liking to ya nd hold you in his mighty hands forever.
