My comments on comments on Horus’ article and its repeat have gotten long enough to make into at least an article in itself.
Horus says that Little BUGsers are shooting up all over the place and are beginning to eat their creator.
If he means that the way I take it, it is the outcome I have dreamed of since 1998.
It means I do not need to preside over getting our ideas out. You grab ‘em and run with ‘em.
It makes me very, very happy just to sit and watch you go at it.
In one set of comments, a commenter tried to make it clear that they really ARE out to get us, little tiny BUGSer and our runaway concepts. He put together the efforts that have been made and by whom to show that they are mobilizing specifically against the BUGS’ teams at a large scale professional level.
And they never mention BUGS.
The commenter was probably a bit irritated at how others did not realize how important this is.
I know the feeling.
I have told you dozens of timers how I was instrumental in bringing the USSR down and the Space Telescope up and such things. These are either wildly huge claims or you wonder why others got the attention.
Now you see the fight I have been in for decades.
The enemy knows damned well how good I am at this. Our side, like respectable conservatives, are clueless about that.
I also had no idea how much the petition to Putin has thrown the other side. Well, to put first things first, I had no idea it had taken off at all. When I proposed it we got a few comments about it so I went on to other ideas.
But I see now that people are grabbing our good ideas and running with them.
Normally when I have had a suggestion over the last half century, several people might say, “Why doesn’t somebody…,” so I fed my stuff very professionally through my articles read in politically professional circles and made sure they weren’t tainted with my name, so they came out in national columns a few months later.
It is a new and wonderful feeling, after decades of finding ways to sneak intelligent ideas past conservatives to find people grabbing my stuff and running with it.
Shoot ‘em, six gun!