Under U.S. law — the law that, not coincidentally, governs most of the world’s largest online platforms — intermediaries such as Twitter and Facebook generally can’t be held responsible for what people do on them. But the United Nations proposes both that social networks proactively police every profile and post, and that government agencies only “license” those who agree to do so.
“The respect for and security of girls and women must at all times be front and center,” the report reads, not only for those “producing and providing the content,” but also everyone with any role in shaping the “technical backbone and enabling environment of our digital society.”
At one point toward the end of the paper, the U.N. panel concludes that “political and governmental bodies need to use their licensing prerogative” to better protect human and women’s rights, only granting licenses to “those Telecoms and search engines” that “supervise content and its dissemination.”
Here is how the world works: The United Nations is a privately owned treaty clearinghouse that also represents itself to be a jurisdiction. It’s a fraud. Its original rationale for existing was the need for all nations to have an open forum in which to air grievances. Well, we have Twitter, now, don’t we? Why would we need the UN?
The United Nations is owned by bankers. It’s their private jurisdiction. It’s not to help you. It’s to hurt you. Bankers don’t like other people prospering. Though each and every last act of the UN will be couched in feel-good terms, you may rest assured that there is a screw job afoot.
The same bankers who own the UN also own central banks, including the Federal Reserve, that privately owned banking consortium possessing a legislative monopoly on the creation of United States currency. I assure you that those bankers don’t like the fact that I “brag on my blog” about how I am not liable for the federal income tax and therefore do I publicly drag my fat, hairy, low-hanging manufactories of a lawyer’s just desserts all over the Justice Department’s face and they just sit there and take it and they hope against hope that I’ll stop making hay of it all any time soon which is not likely to occur. It’s only comedy gold. You think I’m gonna quit mining this motherlode? But anyway, a reduction in tax revenue affects these bankers’ bottom line. It’s always about the money.
My lawyer would probably tell me that I just have “delusions of grandeur” and then go back to his Sodoku puzzle, but I’m guessing that I am on these bankers’ radar. So in some hypothetical future, if just such a treaty were to become part of American law, all these bankers would have to do is to instruct their privately owned command jurisdiction, United States, to instruct Twitter to de-certify me on the grounds that I’m anti-woman, based on my prior use of the terms “gash,” “broad,” “melon-like titties,” and who knows what all else we may find in my comedic canon.
Do you see how the world works, my little dream children? Nothing is to help you. Oh, sure; it’ll always be marketed as a time-saving rotisserie cooker or a convenient automatic air freshener or something to help the harried housewife save a few steps. But no matter how it is presented, its real purpose is to screw you.
Your neighbor offering to carry your groceries home for you? He’s helping you. Your friend comes and changes your tire? He’s helping you. But some scumbag on TV in a suit and tie wringing his hands about your plight and how he’s going to help you? He’s lookin’ to rape you fuckin’ silly.
That’s how the world works. When someone thousands of miles away helpfully offers to help you, you stop for a moment and find the screw job. It’s there somewhere.
The United Nations is a con. Anyone associated with it is a con. Everyone who speaks before its assembly is a con. It’s a screw job organization, and birds of a feather flock together. Ignore them. They’re predators with halting, weak little voices designed to deceive. They’re wolves in sheep’s clothing, and this sheepdog can see right through you a mile away, you con artist.
I got your number and it took me all of five microseconds to get it. You are as transparent as a piece of glass.
I am America’s Senior Comedian. Thank you for your kind attention in this matter.