Month: July 2019

Facial recognition: coming to a town near you

Mass surveillance tools such as face recognition are often sold to the citizens under the guise of ‘protection’. Usually the ‘protection’ is from terrorists that somehow are never caught before the act, yet allowed to rampage our streets and create chaos for the benefit of The Government’s private agenda: more mass surveillance and the steady diminishing of our personal rights.

El Examen

Era Mayo, y el calor en la capital de Murcia derretía los neumáticos de las ruedas de los coches sobre el asfalto. Por aquel entonces, yo estudia biología marina en la universidad, y aquel día teníamos el examen final. Al igual que mis compañeros, había estudiado mucho y pasado cientos horas en la biblioteca municipal; y sobre todo noches sin dormir a base de cafeína y Red Bull.

To wax or not wax

For proof that the woke war on common sense and decency is now completely out of control, look no further than the Canadian trans-waxing controversy. A born male who identifies as female, and whose male genitalia is still intact, is suing female-only waxers on the basis that their refusal to wax his bollocks – sorry, her bollocks – is an act of discrimination. Yes, this person believes that because he identifies as female he should therefore have access to every female service, including the most intimate female services. Any female beautician who refuses to tend to his testicles is being ‘transphobic’, apparently, because they are denying his womanhood. Even though he has a penis. And testicles. And is a man. That’s hate speech, I know.

A last goodbye

When Isaac Kappy died, I wrote for him the closest things to an eulogy I could come up with. Might not have been the best written eulogy, might not even haven been a eulogy at all. But it was heart-felt. I pour my soul into into every word I typed and I cried for hours while doing so.

El coche y la silla

A Ramón le gustaba mucho el dinero y estar a la moda. Tenía todos los modelos de iPhone, así como tabletas electrónicas, relojes digitales, ropas de marca, y en fin, todo lo que se le antojara. Tan solo tenía que ir a la tienda, elegir algo, y pasar por la ranura la tarjeta de crédito que le había dado su padre. Como era de esperar, Ramón provenía de una familia adinerada en la que nunca tuvieron problema para satisfacer todos sus caprichos. A los dieciocho años, sus padres lo mandaron a estudiar economía y finanzas a una prestigiosa universidad de Nueva York. A los treinta, Ramón era un exitoso corredor de bolsa.

The Land of the Free-ish

My American friends always like to boast that America is ‘the land of the free’ and ‘the land of opportunity’. I get that. We all love our own homelands. But when it comes to America, how free are you exactly?
For instance, you have no privacy when it comes to travelling. Everywhere you go and everything you do is logged and recorded and sent to the Department of Homeland Security to further classify and analyse your movements and your habits.For instance, you have no privacy when it comes to travelling. Everywhere you go and everything you do is logged and recorded and sent to the Department of Homeland Security to further classify and analyse your movements and your habits.

 Nushu: The secret language of women

Nushu is a dead language. It is believed to be the last remain of a four thousand years old language spoken China. It had evolved from a form of old Henzi. This is known thanks to the discovery in 1899 of the Oracle Bone Script.Nushu is a dead language. It is believed to be the last remain of a four thousand years old language spoken China. It had evolved from a form of old Henzi. This is known thanks to the discovery in 1899 of the Oracle Bone Script.

Cuestión de sangre

Muchos años atrás, yo trabajaba en el hospital de la Fe de Valencia como doctor adjunto, terminando mi tesis y mis dos último años de prácticas. Después, sería un doctor licenciado y podría trabajar en cualquier lugar del mundo. Aunque la verdad, lo que yo quería era irme de voluntario con Médicos sin Fronteras, pues para mí era más gratificante poder ayudar a aquellos que no tenían acceso a la sanidad, pública o privada.