Brother Askia’s answer to the question should Black people work in American law enforcement and military.
Brother Askia’s answer to the question should Black people work in American law enforcement and military.
Dr. Amos Wilson reveals the fundamental basis and cause & reason for the unfortunate circumstances of self hate among people of African decent.
The Black man and the Black woman are still in a peculiar economic and social position across the entire globe. As the African Union is currently making dynamic strides and strong political moves to solidify a much long overdue stake-hold of the great continent of resource rich Africa, the Black world is still positioned to beg for change instead of creating it for themselves.
The African American Union is nowhere to be found. While the resources of Africa are still being squabbled over, and their Black political body seems to be continuing their own economic and sociopolitical fight to retrieve what was lost, the economic and sociopolitical body of Black American is still maintained within the crux of a dominant white and Eurocentric value system. The Black American still to this day finds him and herself evaluating his and her success against the white man and the white woman. It appears that it will be another fifteen generations until the Black man and woman in America understand that it is only through ethnocentric reevaluation from which true cultural and community wealth is built. The Black man and woman have not learned this and much of the problem can be attributed to the psychic violence against Black people from the omnipresent barrage of American popular culture, which teaches everyone to believe in their own individuality and self success attaining prowess. This ideology is suitable for many white people, but is not for the majority of Black people. Black people as a community cannot afford to uplift one singular individual up and out of the Black community. That process of elimination is nothing more than an exiting of our most valuable resource and that is the successful and economically enriching human resource. Our community mechanism is a very different one from any other and it is imperative to maintain our most precious assets as much as possible. These individuals must be able to bring back to the Black community what they have obtained and intelligently diffuse their wealth in a manner which will benefit them as well as the community as a whole. The Chinese and the Koreans do it, so can we.
The Washington Post recently published a series of articles about the economic downfall of homeowners living in Prince George’s County, Maryland, just outside of Washington DC.
Prince George’s County, historically within the last twenty years, was known as the neighborhood with the largest concentration of Black millionaires. Unfortunately when the subprime lending scandal blew over and many homeowners lost their home equity, Prince George’s County was one neighborhood that was hit the hardest. The predominately white communities surrounding the predominately Black enclaves have been able to recoup the majority of their equity since, however the Black neighborhoods have not been. The main reason is because no one wants to move into an all Black neighborhood simply because of this country’s racist psychology about Black people. This Black neighborhood boycott has kept the property value down in this particular neighborhood and the homeowners who have managed to stay are at their wits end. The problem is also compounded by Black people who flee the neighborhood, and rightfully so if they believe they are ruining their children’s future, and the Black people who boycott the neighborhood and choose to buy in the predominately white community believing their home equity is safer there. It is understandable to make these decisions from an individual standpoint, but this thinking only furthers the vulnerability of the Black community. It renders the Black communities as nothing more than neighborhoods, until another group buys in and creates a community out of what we have disposed of.
It is situations like the one in Prince George’s county when an African American Union would have probably done some good. Their could have been an effort to garner some financial and homeowner guidance to the community which could have educated them about the reality of American homeownership and real estate. The fact is that affluent Black people love to live around other affluent Black people and it is more important to protect the fact than to wish it the best and let it fend for itself. Those homeowners could have had an educated and culturally responsible real estate professional inform them of some of the pitfalls of refinancing and accepting new mortgage terms with new lenders. They could have probably been educated on the fact that home equity is not as important as holding on to the tangible asset of the actual home and the land in order to pass on to their children. They could have been informed of the reality of debt and how to manage it in a mature way so that even after accepting an initial loan that may have been out of reach when they first signed, that the community could have pooled their money together to save itself in entirety.
We must come together in order to defend ourselves from the economic and psychic violence which has plagued us for five hundred years. Too many of us are economically vulnerable and psychologically misguided. We can only reshape our children’s destinies for the better if we form true Black communities and work for ourselves together.
You are scared, Black America. Not me. I am a fearless warlord bent on the overthrow of all of my enemies. I will take absolutely no prisoners. This warning goes for all who transgress my will, including the Black man who is loyal to my enemies. I write this to you in plain English. Take heed!
I am the Mau Mau. I am a nation within my own self. My borders are universal. I defend my borders to the death and I will not die. I impose strict tariffs on foreign exchanges. I set rigid embargoes on transgressive aliens. I do not invite the merchant from outside of my own market. He and his children are not welcome to satellite just beyond my horizons. This is no empire or kingdom. This is the law of the universe. Anyone who does not obey will be struck down and so will their descendants. There is no economy without my own permission.
My market only adheres to the Mau Mau codes. Mau Mau markets only. That means no products in or out that are not products of Mau Mau. The penalty for not observing this simple code is annihilation.
The border of Mau Mau is unlimited. Wherever there is Mau Mau there is Mau Mau law. This simple understanding will not be misunderstood by anyone, or else face extermination.
Tariffs in excess are imposed on all foreigners. These levies must be paid and all tolls must be garnished by the rule of Mau Mau. Any deviation of this directive will result in execution.
An embargo on all products alien to Mau Mau is predetermined by Mau Mau law. There is no inspection and only an exclusion of all alien products. Any breach of this statute is subject to the policy of immediate eradication.
I am Mau Mau and this is my eternal will.
“In my opinion, not only in Mississippi and Alabama, but even right here in New York City you and I can best learn how to get real freedom by studying how Kenyatta brought it to his people in Kenya, and how Odinga helped him, and the excellent job that was done by the Mau Mau Freedom Fighters. In fact, that’s what we need in Mississippi… In Mississippi we need a Mau Mau. In Alabama we need a Mau Mau. In Georgia we need a Mau Mau. Right here in Harlem in New York City we need a Mau Mau.” – Malcolm X
“Con coco o sin coco?” Is what brothers and sisters ask when you ask them if they have any weed to smoke in the Dominican Republic. With cocaine or without cocaine? In the Dominican Republic cocaine is a more socially accepted drug of choice than marijuana. Weed is actually looked down upon in the way smoking crack is looked upon here in the United States. This was a very bizarre state of affairs when I realized the ramifications of such a construct. This meant that in the Dominican Republic, I was a crack head and the coke heads were the laid back stoners. My how the truth can be malleable and ambiguously obscure.
When I went to a close friend’s potluck a week ago, who is actually Dominican himself, I kept hearing him and his cousin yell out “I’m in love with the coco!” They finally played the video for everyone and we all were glued to the monitor as we watched a man sitting at a kitchen table with his friends, seemingly spreading powdered cocaine over it with playing cards and rolling up blunts. How simply sensational of a sight I thought! Who cannot relate to this image? How can you not see how relevant this scene is? I thought all of this at the same time as I thought how disgusting the video was. The mundaneness of what Hip Hop or Rap has degraded to. Who could support such garbage! These were the conflicting debates floating in my mind as I continued to stare and listen to what one of our good friends from college described as a nursery rhyme. He was right. The lyrics were so simple a two year old could recite and comprehend them after one listen. It was actually kind of disturbing to think of the influence this video will have on younger viewers.
It was stuck in my head. I walked home with my girlfriend singing “I’m in love with the coco” out loud. We would both laugh and shake our heads at our own senseless embarrassment and juxtaposed affinity for the simple yet catchy tune. I asked her to play it again when we got home. We watched the whole thing, twice. I watched it again, alone with my headphones. I bobbed my head. I lip synced the single syllable lyrics to myself. I smiled at the screen. I enjoyed it. It was addictive.
The beat! The foundation of the auditory retention is the low frequency of the sub bass line in the background music. The engineer of the musical score synthesized the reverberations of the low tones very well, and in unison the sound effects which work congruently with the bass are mesmerizing. If there were no lyrics, the song will still have a profound affect onto the listener. I can imagine watching the video with the instrumental only and still fully understanding the theme of the song. Without a doubt, like many other current rap hits, the beat carries the song and without it I sincerely believe it would not work or feel the same. The producer and his engineer did an excellent job.
The lyrics are simple, as already stated. However, the lyrics are contrasting to what is the current political atmosphere in the Black community. Whether Genasis intended to cause a debate or not is not the question. He has most certainly done so. While at my friend’s potluck, I recall a divide amongst all who were watching the video. Some loved it. Some hated it. I did find myself somewhere in the middle. The melody of the lyrics and the cadence of the rhyme took me back to “con coco o sin coco” in the Dominican Republic. It reminded me of a time and place when and where I was unsure of my political stance on drugs and what is socially on the fence, and what is totally overboard. I will not promote violence and I believe guns should be used only for protection, however I was reminded of the G Thang video when the guy had the pistol tucked into the back of his pants while working the barbecue pit. The guns looked real and I looked at them closely. I was drawn to them the same way I have always been when watching a movie or television show. This video was no different. This was a good rap video. If we must separate Hip Hip and Rap to achieve a sense of clarity and social aptness in our culture and responsibility to our community then I say this is an excellent rap video.
Whether Genasis will stand the test of the fickle music industry is oh but yet to be seen. I for one could not care less how things play out, but best of luck to him and his family. As for this record, very disturbing yet highly intriguing. It is extremely interesting how the same thing can be done in so many ways and still one out of the million appears and feels so different. This one was like tasting something different in a corner store bottled water and thinking “wow, what is this?” Only to look and see it is Poland Spring with a new logo and feeling unconsciously satisfied with what you perceive as something new.
My son is a rich man. He’s not even born yet. His mother and I have created wealth for him before he can conceive of it for himself. My mother and father created this wealth for him, even before I could conceive of it. Their mothers and fathers created wealth for them as well. We are all rich people. As long as one lives he or she is rich, however one must recognize and realize this fact of matter. Our wealth is passed down from the generations before us. Our job is to receive it, create more wealth from it, and deliver it to others.
Money is a representation of time and how that time is or was spent. The value of that time spent is relative to the magnitude at which that time spent is or was worth to others. The more the time spent is worth for others then the more value there is to the money which represents it. Money means absolutely nothing without someone to signify its value. A dollar in the hands of no one is nothing more than a worthless shred of paper. It is a figment of matter which will erode in time if left unattended. One must attend to it and deliver it to another in order for it to matter. One who receives it must acknowledge it as a valuable note of time spent for it to belong to a derived currency of exchangeable commodity. This is the meaning and essence of money.
We perceive ourselves as either rich or poor even without money. Money does not determine the state of being rich or poor, rather it represents the state of the time spent amongst the perceived rich and the poor, whether delivered or received. The poor can deliver money to the rich and neither party feel either rich or poor. Likewise, the rich can deliver to the poor and both feel rich. The rich can believe they are poor, and the poor can believe they are rich, all while no one possesses any money. The fact is, the state of being rich or poor is based solely on how one perceives themselves and more importantly how their time has been spent. This idea is rooted into the sayings “time is money” and “money is no object.” However, those sayings are misleading, because time in fact is not money and money is actually an object. The truer saying is money represents time spent. How well or how poor someone spends their time is not a representation of money, however it does represent itself in their feeling of wealth or poverty. One must have a clear understanding of the difference between time and money in order to amass wealth.
Getting money is quite simple. Often times money is usually laying on the ground unbothered for anyone to casually pick it up and put it in their pocket. Most people walk by pennies and nickels everyday and pay them no mind because they feel it is not enough money to care to stop what they are doing to obtain it. It is understandable that such a small amount in the currency of today someone would care less about these coins and little bits of loose change, but this is one of the easiest and most convenient ways to get money. After all, if getting money is all someone would want in life then there it is sitting right there for them with very little effort to receive it. It is the idea that getting money will create wealth that leads a person astray and misguided. They will spend all of their time doing whatever it takes, whether time spent well or time spent poorly, all for the simple task of getting money. Most of the time the money they receive from simply trying to get money is not enough to satisfy their true and instinctual goal of amassing wealth. They do not feel wealthy once they get the money they’ve been seeking so they continue spending their time trying to get more money and begin to believe to themselves that they are in fact poor. They feel poor all the time while trying to get money because they do not have the amount of money they believe they need or want in order for them to feel wealthy. They have confused getting money with wealth, and have not seen the difference between the time they’ve spent and the money they have received for it. The two things are not the same. They cannot tell that others have not valued the time they’ve spent the way they would like them to because they were so focused on getting money that all others had to do was deliver them a calculated amount of it without having to truly appreciate them or their time in exchange. That is time spent poorly. While questing to get money they do not notice most of all that they are not spending their time well with others! They are selfishly seeking the object of money in exchange for this unappreciated time, therefore they receive what is current to the value of that time spent with others, which consequentially is of little value. Simply getting money will most likely lead to one simply getting money and nothing more. One would have to make believe they are rich in order for spending all their time only to get money to be fulfilling and equal to building wealth.
It is the creation of money which is equal to amassing and building wealth! Once the difference between time and money is clear then a person will spend all of their time well and wisely! They will appreciate others and will share meaningful time and energy with them. Ideas will be exchanged and innovative products and new tangible creations will arise. It is the time well spent that will garner more from others. The service of one another’s time and energy being appreciated will equate to higher values and substantially gainful working relationships. In time, these relations will cultivate networks of thinkers, builders, and energetic intellectuals who agree to work and share the time it takes to create the products one would want and more than that, but need! You see, it is the time well spent with others which creates those products we spend so much of our time to obtain. It is the time well spent that is of highest value to everyone! You cannot amass and build wealth based upon poorly spent time. Your time spent poorly will not equate to a fortune. However, one may get plenty of money while spending all of their time poorly. It is not a matter! Time spent poorly does not matter at all. One will have to believe he or she is rich in order to enjoy spending their time poorly. Why delude in such an idiotic perplexity? Spending time well and wisely is truly fulfilling and leads to actual wealth! You see the difference! Money is an object! Time well spent is wealth! They are different and will never be the same thing. Nevertheless, money can surely be created and gotten through one spending all of his or her time very well with others! It is key to first notice how well one spends their time alone which must be mastered. Only then will others see the worth in appreciating their own time spent with that him or her. Time spent well alone through seeking what it is that is worth building and creating is the beginning of amassing wealth. The creation of wealth starts by first thinking about it to oneself! One must then develop their wealthy creation and offer to share it with others. It will surely be greatly appreciated no matter how much or how little in the beginning. It will grow wealth so long as one continues to build upon it with more time well spent. To create money is to create an idea worthy of others spending their time well with that same idea. That is how wealth is built! This is how money is created. One must understand how to create money.
On my way to work tonight a young man stopped me and asked if he could use my phone. I asked him who was he going to call. He said he needed to call his mother because she was inside Harlem Hospital, which we stood right outside of, in order to get her out of there. I asked why he couldn’t get someone inside to help him? He said they told him since he was a minor that he couldn’t go inside without an adult. I said let’s go back inside because that didn’t make any sense. I asked him his name. He said Malcolm, then I introduced myself. I made sure he understood that asking strangers to use their phone in the manner he did was inappropriate. He said he knew, but I could tell his circumstances demanded desperate measures. He added that he really needed to get his house keys from his mother so he could go home and get ready for school in the morning. He couldn’t have been older than 14 years old.
Once inside the hospital lobby I noticed the first problem. There was no one attending the front desk besides a female NYPD officer standing behind a podium. I saw two office phones sitting on the counter, but before asking could he use them, I told the officer of the young man’s problem. She told me that he came in earlier but she can’t let him through without an adult escort. So then I asked could he use the phones available on the counter. She made sure to inform he could only call a number within the hospital. He dialed, but got no answer. I looked towards the officer to see if she was willing to further assist, but there was nothing from her.
Malcolm went to sit on the lobby bench, defeated. I offered him my phone to call his aunt. By some stroke of guilt the officer asked us to come back to the podium. She then interrogated Malcolm about his day from leaving school to how he ended up at the hospital, as if she wasn’t speaking to the definition of a lost child who was in her presence with a stranger he just met off the street. He explains to her how he went home from school and his mom was home, but then he left to go to his recently deceased grandma’s house to pick up some things. When he returned home he was surprised to find out his mother had been rushed to the hospital and he had no keys to get back inside the house. The officer, seemingly needing my presence as a catalyst to validate his story, picks up her wall mounted phone and asks him for his mother’s name. The simple act of verification which could have been done the moment he entered the hospital the first time they encountered each other. She informs us casually that Malcolm’s mother is in the emergency room. With more nonchalant, she instructs me to pretend to be an adult, of which I graciously assured her of my apparent adulthood, and escort him to the emergency room.
On the way there I felt obligated to advise Malcolm of the difficulties of being a young black male in the inner city, especially when dealing with black adults at times. He seemed to understand. He reiterated how negatively the officer treated him the first time he walked in. I asked him was his face twisted in a frown like it was at that very moment? He assured me it wasn’t and that he had a regular face. I reiterated the need for him to always behave and appear presentable. He understood.
While waiting on the desk attendant to locate his mother, Malcolm asked me what time I needed to be to work. I waved it off and said don’t worry. It was then I recognized he wasn’t interested in not being a burden and holding me up. He was concerned with how long I could stay with him and not leave him alone. After some assistance from the emergency room front desk we finally reached Malcolm’s mother. I immediately could see Malcolm’s major problem, his mother. She was more than ill. She was obviously dealing with some substance addiction and did not appear to be struggling with fixing it for herself, based on the small talk she offered. Malcolm glanced at me and I could see he was embarrassed and ashamed. He asked her could he have the house keys so he could go home. She replied by asking him where were his. He reminded her that they were locked in the house. She changed the subject and told him she would be out shortly and that he could wait in the lobby. Interesting how the lack of concern for Malcolm was universal. He asked her again for the keys. She reinforced that the set she had were hers and that she thought she just gave them to him. The negotiation was disheartening. He finally got the keys and he and I left the hospital together.
Once outside I asked was he going straight home? He said yes. I asked him where did he live? He told me on 145th St. Before parting I left him with some lasting words of wisdom which I think every young black man should have the opportunity to hear from an older black man. I told him to use his education to one day open his own company and employ his people, black people. We gave each other a firm handshake and bid each other farewell.
One day about three years ago I was laying on my living room couch and had what most would call an epiphany. Some people think that moments of clarity only happen once or twice in a lifetime, however I’m lucky to say I’ve had several in my 30 years on Earth. They’re lasting milestones in my thinking and I never forget what the memory taught me. This particular time it was a very simple concept that continued to grow and develop in my mind over the course of a year. I guess it’s still in development because yesterday it struck a new cord.
The idea is a common notion, except it is articulated very soundly in my mind. I’ll start with the basic element, which is a circle. To breeze over some deep and nerdy geometrical and mechanical physics lessons, you have to fully understand that there are no mathematical equivalents to what is considered a straight line. In short, straight lines don’t exist in nature. They are solely figments of intellectual design. What do occur in nature are fractals. To keep it simple, it is nature’s way of creating the illusion of a straight line. You see fractals when you look at a snowflake in a microscope, or when you gaze at a spiderweb. What’s interesting to one who may not know much about fractals is that they’re created by curves and semi circles, thousands of them. So until otherwise discovered thru modern science, everything in all ways are a part of and constructed by three hundred and sixty degree elemental parts.
That leads me to the first phase of my notion. Imagine a picture of a galaxy. Use a picture of the Milky Way if it makes things easier. Observe how there’s more light in the center than on the outskirts of it. Science has proven that a tremendous amount of energy resides in the center and less of it on the outlying parts. Similarly, this is the function with other observed galaxies in our close proximal universe. This happens with most sources of light in general, the center has more energy than its edges. No reason to explain why because it’s a known fact. What’s important to note is that at some point, whatever is furtherest away from the center of these systems will inevitably find its way to the center. It is also true in just about any instance of a self generating energy source like our Sun, and even the Earth. These are natural examples of self sustaining energy sources, as well as life forms.
Before I go into the next part of my thought, let me say that humans are not penguins and penguins don’t use money. That being said, I think people can learn a lot about how we use money from penguins.
I’m a capitalist. I don’t think I’d choose any other economic philosophy currently in practice today to thrive within. I believe capitalism is the best option on the market right now. I do however think there can be something better. What about something like “Circularism?” Not based on the paradigm of a triangle, but simply a circle instead. Circularism has more wealth in the center instead of the top, and the working class revolving around it instead of at the bottom holding it up. Not socialism, and heavy government regulation. Plain science and physics. Imagine an economy that distributes wealth in a natural cycle, that over time a population will have regenerated its own wealth throughout its entire self by simple geometrical forces. Take in account that goverment regulation is unavoidable to any economic philosophy, but regulation doesn’t have to be a determinate in whether a philosophy works well or not. The most crucial element to the cultivation of an economic philosophy is fear. Fear drives every social phenomenon.
Now that I’ve formed my basis, described my model, and presented my concept, let me elaborate on what I believe. As we creep into the mid part of this century, privacy will become more of a luxury to us than it is a commodity to us currently. Our privacy has everything to do with the future of our global economy. The less privacy our community has, the less value can be placed into capitalism. Wealth cannot be hoarded in a glass vault. As technology becomes more and more invasive and people become just as extraverted online, the price of privacy will shoot to new heights. The inclination of wealth distribution in this new environment will undoubtedly shift, and not in favor of the wealthy. Who does that scare? The wealthy, of course. Trillions of dollars will be spent on keeping money secure for private citizens and corporations will come in droves to cash in on the new privacy and personal data industries. As cash money digitizes and the percentages of hard cash with dead presidents printed on them grows smaller, wallets will be all the more vulnerable to pick pockets. Not only will the cyber crooks be on the prowl, but advertisers, city agencies, retailers, and anyone who needs your money will have faster and faster and faster access to your assets. This isn’t a story from a science fiction novel. This is reality.
A person’s net worth isn’t anyone’s business until they’re in the public eye. Average people don’t want anyone to know how much money they have because they simply don’t have enough of it. If they did then it wouldn’t even matter to them who knew how much they had because it’s not like it’s gonna get up and hop into someone else’s bank account without raising some law abiding eyebrows. What’s interesting is how much personal information the average person openly submits to the public via the internet, as opposed to what personal info the wealthy do. You figure hey, we know everything about the wealthy already. We do know a lot about the people who control most of our wealth, but we don’t really know details. They’d love to keep it that way. That is where capitalism wins, for now. Soon there will be a new generation of wealthy citizens who have a different perspective on what’s private and what’s public information. These people will be the people who uploaded their first profile pictures onto social media when they were 13 years old. Privacy will have a whole new meaning and people will be a lot more public about everything. That is where capitalism begins to fade into history.
Personal bank accounts will be a public affair. Maybe not the Bank of America joint account with mom, or the Chase primary checking, or the Fidelity retirement account. These institutions will hold steady as long as they can. The new accounts will be the future of our global economy, the Bitcoin account, the Paypal account, the mobile wallet you downloaded and put $15 dollars in but have yet to use. These new economic technologies are going to revolutionize the exchange of money and assets. People are currently selling their homes on their iPhones. At that rate of exchange, it will be no time before people are verifying assets for sales via instant message. Why not have your entire portfolio listed online via your “This Is Everything I Have” profile? That way people can just open that up and see if you qualify for that business loan, or that mortgage for the condo you need in Florida. “Everyone’s doing it!” Just like every trend, people will be drawn to what is popular and what makes sense to them as a person in a group and not in solitude.
Circularism is an adaptation, and not a takeover or just another revolution. You cannot regulate fear, you can only react to it. The fears I described are fears of today that will grow into the future. Capitalism can’t sustain a healthy economy in an environment where privacy is a luxury. The more people know, the less they spend. Capitalists survive primarily on the grounds of access, and keeping others away from the commodity they have access to. Access is the fundamental key to information technology. Computers are on the brink of their own turning point. The quantum computer, which relies on quantum codes or the next version of binary code, to calculate algorithms. This will also raise the stakes of how quickly we will be able to access information. The future is very bright for snooping online.
Enter the industrial snooping age. Less work, more snooping on who’s doing work and how much work they’re doing. That’s the ticket to cyclical wealth distribution. I’m not talking about little old factory worker snooping on big giant corporate CEO’s accounts in the middle of the night on a laptop. I’m talking about the freelancer on the mobile device at a coffee shop going thru lists of public account profiles of other small business owners looking for a match for a new venture, on the “Venture Match App.” Goverment economic regulators and staunch capitalists didn’t see that one coming. It won’t be an invasion of privacy that will sit capitalism down in its rocking chair. It will be publicity that will turn the tides of wealth distribution and create a free flowing cycle of economic freedom for a larger proportion of our population. The faster people trade ideas, the faster people will trade their assets, the faster people will trade their wealth.
Of course the rich will still get richer, and the poor will still get poorer, but at what rate and at what ratio? A different one. Relative to the polarity of wealth distribution today, almost anything would be more ideal. How about everyone just be poor? That would actually be better than some people having nothing while one person has everything. I don’t want everyone to be poor, but I do believe some could do just fine with less. Extravagance has always set it’s foot stern into economy. It for the most part seems to turn the wheels of the capitalistic money machine. The thing is that extravagance still looks back at fear for motivation. So the light dims on extravagance as privacy becomes less abundant. A beacon is shone on stoicism when the public is not only watching, but is also the judge. Without fail, our global economy will have to endure multiple losses in the transition into the public data age. As our thoughts become a part of the exchange of communication at the click of a button, our wallets will soon be at the whim of the tide called hysteria. We can’t avoid these certain laws of social science. We can only adapt. The good thing is there will be a new philosophy to adapt to, and I believe that philosophy will be Circularism.
What do penguins have to do with global economy?