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Bill Gates  Topping Toilet
Paved  Way  to  Heaven    via Poo-destroying Nano-technologies
By the trusty duo with acknowledged expertise of
Derailing Commonsense and Motivated Profiteering

There’s no mistake. This is our biggest Bill[1]. Bill the Great.
·     Or Grate[2]? – As you like/dis~.
·     Less than 5 years from the inception of these lines set in my Hungarian vernacular, and a Greta[3] variation is seen emerging to bedazzle the World…
Gates[4], standing erect wide open, to an inflow for dollar billions, via Microsoft.
Now he’s coming up with a new bite bait. Which is about “Reinventing the Toilet”. A bold step toward a happier self-positioning, anyway. Thus positioned, he with due moderation admits himself not to be an inventor but a re-maker; whose efforts however run alongside wild ideas he concocts and hazards as functional. But, a re-maker without re-serving gains attention of the public only if he comes up with a design that attracts with a hit that takes one’s breath away. This, as a pardonable side-effect, might cause an incalculable setback on ceaseless chirping over the phones; while the appetite whetted so by enticing a crowd to his smartly tuned-up privy is feared to mount emotions, too: it may be bordering on the risk of throwing away many a mute smartphone without a second thought on rushing for the new gizmo.



Poop P. Lace:
BG’s Dream-Machinations[5]
Eautarcie’s Bio-litter Toilet

Factors to
compare
/respect:



technical
complexity



industry
background


troubleshooting


maintenance


service
demand


spare parts


user
friendliness



…?

Readings:
appearance  é
principle ê and practice é
benefits  ê
Aftermath:
vulnerability at every stage
being served well at ease,
gaining true independence by detaching from sewerage
Result:
A bit less than nil,
at a loss of many more import,
at an expense few can allow.
Full Nature-compatibility,  + added:
savings on water-bill,
chance to leave centralized sewerage.
Guaranteed:
by UN, WHO, Water Summit etc.
to go through
via recommendations,
backing it prodigiously
with money uncounted, media unlimited.
by LAW
to be prosecuted
via incessant crossfire,
hamstringing it by all means
among hostilities and legal actions.
                  (private comprehensive experience)
Before such an upheaval starts at large, we hereby dissect possible motives in an earnest hope to offer control thereby.
·       The attempt to entice the wider public into adopting WIN10, even by offering it free, has in the long run proved not to be a winning tactic.
·       Whatever was the plot behind, this woebegone offer is over, and WIN10 continues to bring profit the paved ways its ancestors did.
·       Yet, a seed may have been discovered. Out of 7 billion inhabitants only about 2 billion have a computer, thus any WIN.x akin is doomed to get only a modest share of the bigger melon. But, if a specialist, with a turnaround, inspects us from an angle we do not discern his keen approach,[6] he might come in touch with areas more or less common bodily in all the 7 billion.
·       To germinate this seed, this same resourceful inspector pours thenceforth his thoughts with haste into his dreamed toilet while reasoning inward thus. Even the humblest of humans cannot circumvent pee-pooing, at least once a day. So, there can be no bigger business than to get one’s hand linked to toilet.[7] Particularly, if an arrangement adds to this the weighty Law as partner, whose iron-hand grasps any random-pooers and ushers them under threat of penalties toward Bill’s pastures.[8]
The feeble germ got thereby a sudden bloom, resulting in the soonest a
v Foundation: To promote the “Goddest”[9] Service about Basic Human Needs.
Underlying, that no other’s venture comes close to being regarded even for a split second as competitive.
v Campaign: To create a one-hand orchestrated Platform that highlights the minutest morsel of phantasmagoria imagined ripe for deserving eulogies.
All these machinations via his WIN.win machinery already in-place.
v Prototype: In appearance a Lunar-ferry. Rumour has it the shiny “typo[10] consumes less than its orbital partner, at least in a one on one challenge.
Success for it is guaranteed even in ghettoes: One stolen Lunar-typo could be an easy swap for two stolen street-limo. One must be lunatic, if underappreciating these Lunar-advantages. Especially those accruing to Bill. Beyond the dollar trillions, he seems destined to emerge beyond the Gods of Olympus. Soon he may become the Everest-Demigod, Unquestionable and Popular Eminent of all beings (E-DUPE).
The inception of a megaproject about the matter is timely, indeed: the World’s rising poo-stock is getting maturity, which situation beckons to take both its heap and threat seriously and deal with the matter along due considerations. And though a curiosity-driven sincere confidence of fumbling with the matter results in less fame than a smelly reputation for the intrepid anatomist, still more and more are seen to gather and circle around it, mostly with hands off but with a head overfilled with mountains of half-baked thoughts.
The force (which by its nature or origin is dissimilar to any known and stands hitherto without any scientific record[11]) that attracts now a sniffing tumult around this matter, which never before came cheek-to-cheek with the fame of being publicly exhibited along with products of likewise merits from modern painters, may be related to the circumstances that follow: The one who gets his baked pipedream first through, in a way that mesmerizes the public and bedazzles the critic at the same move by his hot bakery, will get his hands on a twofold gain. His cookies will sell like gold, on one hand; and he is sure to kick out competitors forever, on the other hand. Thus, as a result of such billy-bullying, the odds are high that any feature in Eautarcies framework will be amongst the kicked-out. Despite that it works smooth at the lowest costs  (its inventor offers his layout “patent-free”), it is in absolute harmony  with Nature’s ways, and it could have a soft yet effective control in mitigating undesired effects currently labelled as “climate-issues” , a lot more effectively than any other concocted intricate high-collar plan. Eautarcie’s only blemish lies in its being mostly unheard-of.
Why? Has it any hidden fault?
Definitely no, there is none. Enemies, however, there are plenty.
But, who these opposing agents dare they be?
Well, the club is vast, spreading across all corners, and relations are inextricably interlocked:
·     The ones who disseminate alarming consequences that may emerge from disregarding hygiene-principles, set vastly and presumably with resolute intentions on false grounds, which can only be adhered to if the disturbed strictly follows the costly arrangements prescribed by the Establishment…
·     The ones who gather lucrative proceeds from these arrangements, by implementing sewerage undeterred, laying networks of pipes beneath rural or even uninhabited areas at our expenses, by selling glittery devices, by billing for usage, by imposing penalties on non-usage…
·     The ones who support this edifice via arrangements that equip all these actions so as they bear immaculate official tag, only to intimidate and frighten the law abider majority, by establishing a legal background engraved in endless passages woven as a net of haughty articles and clauses ringing with abashing emptiness, carrying ridiculous contradictions right within, as well as collision with science, logic, ten commandments…
·     The ones whose management around sewage brings forth an aftermath of many a greater problems than at the onset, who then launch accusatory tirades full of grave appeals aiming at our collective conscience, in order to attempt here and there correcting those faults their poo-begone Saga have brought, by soliciting with assertive tenacity for supporting their newest visions harangued as “cure for all”…
…are all caring brothers while amongst themselves, but become in an instant great scholars when addressing us.
With positions ridden and arrangements fixed as intimated above, any question adventuring to disclose why even traces of Eautarcie are not found in scientific journals of standing, or how it comes that academic research is wholly devoid of topics related, can get but an embarrassing answer.
By the way, has anybody so far tempted to go as near as interviewing Brother Billy about:
·     Has he any weighty publication about the topic to disclose?
·     Has he any degree in chemistry, which is a prerequisite in a field dealing with molecular conversion?
·     Has this self-appointed Reinventor any palpable knowledge qualifying him to tell apart fundamentals from fakes in the heap of correlations – beyond the flies of his dreams (to interrogate him on a hearing about the prevailing necessary and sufficient criteria to be obliged, that narrows down the playground pretty enough, I dare only to mention as a by-play in whisper) – once he chanced to plunge in whereto no one invited him?
The answer to all these are the very same (similarly to the uneasiness if it upsurges: how  could it be that Martin Schultz, onetime President of EU’s Socialist Fraction, filled this position without even having a High School Diploma?): NONE.

Equipped now with a modest cornucopia unearthed above, I repeat it a bit louder:
·   Why does the World kneel stupefied bewildered in front of Billy’s newest gizmo?
·   Because he has secretly been nominated to guide all our steps as an Oracle?
·   Because he has a reckoned aptitude to supply us weekly with software-updates to this newest gadget, too?

March 26, 2020                      [transposing the Hungarian original of June 19, 2016]




[1] A bill with a high price-tag indeed – in regards of the Future.
[2] Grate, what? Serving as noun it denotes here an unnecessary device, while in its verb form it is an unwelcome irritation.
[3] Of Thunbergs. She’s no match for Billy as yet, though Future is yawning with admittance before her.
[4] Indicating a Gates & gates Co., whereby BG is fast on getting another enormous profit through the gates of his own Microsoft.
[5] Machinations: This is how we label the ridiculous plans presented that came to life in the midst of conspiratorial hallucinations.
[6] That is, from the side of your buttocks. (Which province is not equipped with eye – due to wrong ways of human evolution.)
[7] This is to indicate a linkage as well as a desire that is akin to a bureaucrat, who won't mind bearing a chain binding him to his table to ensure an everlasting joint affair.
[9] Meant to imply the highest grade of good [according grammar: by suffix -est], which is in the reach of Gods only. [“good-est”/”Goddest”]
[10]typo”: a tentatively coined slang word for noun type.
[11] This stands to imitate scholarly approach: the force is neither Newtonian, nor gravitational, nor electric, not found anywhere in chemistry, nuclear science and tectonics stand hands up...
Therefore it must be classified as a new one: “Sewerageian”.

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