I don't care where you come from!

I want to know who you work for!

Bruce Schneier link about Corporate Spying

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The quote something I came up with that I've been saying for sometime now. It is a distillation of what I think the near future holds for us. It is globalization in the hands of the machines we call corporations.

I knew this article was coming from some of the cyberpunk I was reading in the 80's. Philip K. Dick, Robert Anton Wilson, J.G. Ballard, and Alvin Toffler are the three most influential voices in my knowledge of "things to come." The article discusses one of the reasons I gravitated toward intel. Knowledge acquisition, data mining, due diligence, investigation...regardless of what it's called, it's one of the key corporate functions of the future. Although I am one now to a certain degree, I didn't intend on being a company spook. It has long been of interest to me the mechanics of intelligence and investigations. It may stem from an acceptance that while I have a set of beliefs and opinions, without knowledge of EVERYTHING, truth is malleable therefore the best I can hope for is that my truth is better than yours.
As I had mentioned in a previous post, I've worked in intelligence and can tell you that in and of itself it's usually pretty mundane work close up, but the end product in the hands of operational people can end up fucking a lot of people up in one form or another. Aggregate knowledge can be shaped into corrupt forms by outside forces that don't want truth but to promote an agenda.

I always ask myself "who benefits?"

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If you can play on the fiddle
How's about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King's English in quotation
As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze
In the generation
Clear as winter ice
This is your paradise

There ain't no need for ya
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to Hell boys
Go straight to Hell boys

Y'wanna join in a chorus
Of the Amerasian blues?
When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
Kiddie say papa papa papa papa papa-san take me home
See me got photo photo
Photograph of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid.
It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice.

Straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Oh Papa-san
Please take me home
Oh Papa-san
Everybody they wanna go home
So Mamma-san said

You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In Parkland International
Hey! Junkiedom U.S.A.
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
and rat poison
The volatile Molotov says-

PSSST...
HEY CHICO WE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YA... SI...
VAMOS VAMOS MUCHACHO
FROM ALPHABET CITY ALL THE WAY A TO Z, DEAD, HEAD

Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Straight to Hell

Oh Papa-San
Please take me home
There ain't no need for ya,
There ain't no need for ya

Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys

Can you cough it up loud and strong
The immigrants
They wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier
Any hemisphere
No man's land
Ain't no asylum here
King Solomon he never lived round here

Straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys

Oh Papa-San
Please take me home
Oh Papa-San
Everybody, they wanna go home now