Um. You know what's, um, wrong with, um, you know, podcasting? Lack of professionalism. Broadcasters may only be the lackey-mouthpieces of the ruling elite, but they're trained to, um, like, construct, um, you know, sentences.
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this is the state of the average Guardian 'podcast' then they really need to stick to the duck-squeezing and hand-
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As I was wibbling to some poor and undeserving international politics student betwixt pints of grolsch last night, we so fucked! we burn up in man made oven long time!
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I read the Guardian piece when asw909 pointed at it. And then again when I scanned the print version because I wanted another laugh. It's also made Electrolite and with any luck many other similarly sensible weblogs.
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Oddly enough, Auntie doesn't seem to have had much to say about this either.
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If grimly depressing. I'll go back and read Flight's 'space special' from August 1960.
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(c) Living in space is cool!
(b) So rocketry will get cheap and asteroid mining will be profitable.
(a) We have no idea how this will ever get started, but let's launch some Apollos and find out what happens. After that, the inevitable forces of progress will make everything right.
I wonder if there's actually some kind of Peak Tech thing going on here ? I mean, fifty years ago, it would have been hard to believe that we would gain and then *give up* things like manned moon flight and supersonic passenger travel. Before then, the tech always got better and better, and if you could see how some amazing thing might be accomplished you just had to wait a few years for it to turn up in the real world.
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Basically, unless someone comes up with a pile of First Foundation-style tech and quite quickly, We Are Fucked.
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I mean, those authors expectations of the near future were pretty clear and widely-agreed, but from here it's hard to see how they could ever have thought that.
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Meanwhile, we'd about finished crawling from the wreckage of an ugly war, rationing was over and concrete and motorways meant Progress. (And the gummint were furiously building a radar network in nuke-proof bunkers in absolute secrecy)
You could forgive people for thinking that those bloody beatniks gibbering on about DDT and the Spies for Peace wallahs were probably all Soviet-backed fifth columnists. What's important about a bunch of starlings anyway? We didn't worry about that sort of thing in the war, we just jolly well got on with it.
We've not heard from Progress since Ronan Point.
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